The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Sal watched as Frank used the single-finger technique he did, but he could not respond in time as Frank poked him in the temple.

In an instant, there was a raging burst of pure vigor that blew into Sal’s body from that vulnerable acupoint.

Sal felt as if his brain had been bludgeoned when he felt the poke, and his brain was completely reduced to mush in the next instant.

“Lotus Poke… Impossible… How did you…”

As the old man breathed his last breath, holding onto Frank’s sleeve with a vice-like grip, his eyes rolled up into his sockets.

He could not understand how Frank could so easily use his sect’s esoteric technique!

When he finally died, his fingers loosened around Frank’s sleeve as he dropped limply on the floor, breathless.

Two moves!

Sage Lake’s Sect

“Uncle Sal!”

at the top of her lungs, “You’re dead meat, Frank Lawrence! You know?! You’re dead meat! Uncle Sal is one of Sage Lake Sect’s elders

Quinn’s crazed screams annoying, his savagery suddenly welled up when she

the sects that attacked Mystic

no idea how many Cloudnine Sect apprentices he had personally sealed, so the grudge was already set

them a visit

at that thought, and he wheeled on Quinn as he growled icily, “Sage

see what a sack of losers like you could do to me! I’ve carved a bloody path across the South Sea

“What?!”

a thud, staring blankly at the youth who stood in