The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank’s stride never slowed as his murderous presence grew stronger.

On the other hand, Quinn’s expression was suddenly respectful as she nodded. “Uncle Sal, it seems like you have to put this brat in his place.”

“Uncle Sal?”

Frank felt a burst of gale behind him before he realized it, like a hundred birds shrieking at once.

He was already annoyed even before the attack reached him.

“You really are too conceited, kid! It’s time to teach you that there’s always a bigger fish!” the elderly man’s voice cried shrilly as he leapt out from

Frank’s back, his fingers striking toward Frank’s nape as quick as lightning.

“Teach me, when all you can do is blindside me? Is this all Sage Lake Sect can do?!”

Frank had already

him to move so quickly—or indeed, so

but was only capable

was shameless, he was a Birthright rank individual and carried a strong vigor that the

“Five-Peat Archaeus!”

the tile floor below, his body suddenly turned

head, unleashing a clear burst of vigor that buffed his

the wall, leaving a Sal-shaped hole as he coughed out a mouthful

he murmured as his widened eyes flickered

he barked at Frank, “Who are

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

everyone else froze right

years ago herself—a battle that had been as

they were crushed in that battle, with both their chief and their senior apprentice