The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Whether I can do that tonight depends entirely on you. Hahaha..."

Maron laughed heartily as he strode off, leaving Frank standing there, clenching his knuckles as his visage flashed murderously.

One way or another, Maron would die tonight!

Soon, Frank followed the Sage Lake Sect apprentices to the enclosed dojo, where he immediately spotted the white-dressed figure drawing her sword.

A faint pure vigor wafted among the Sage Lake Sect elders even as they encircled her, resonating harmoniously somehow.

"A combat ward...?" Frank narrowed his eyes.

It was commonly practiced by sect apprentices, requiring resonance in pure vigor and psyche. Moreover, most combat wards would enhance the individuals within while diminishing any disadvantages—pushing them beyond what they were usually capable of.

"Don’t worry, Lady Silverbell!” one of the elders barked. "This Divine Lotus Ward has never been beaten since its conception!”

"Hmph."

snorted at the same time—no sect ever got to brag when it came to combat wards because the strongest wielders of combat wards resided at the borders of Draconia. Take,

they cast in tandem was genuine in every

their Ascendant rank cultivation to

was a godly stroke, and even the world would falter in their wake. Modern artillery would be futile against it... as such, one had to describe the ward cast by the Sage Lake Sect elders as "pathetic" "How amusing,” Silverbell said, looking at the combat ward cast around her before glancing at Maron in the

Lake Sect elders, as Silverbell's mocking left his cheek clenching. "Apologies, Lady Silverbell!" the Sage Lake Sect elders bellowed as they took to the air, spinning like tops

coolly, seeing that they were stubbornly

dozens of beams fired away

in pieces, while the one beside him was screaming as he was sent flying. Even before the Sage Lake Sect apprentices realized what was happening, Elder Randel was covered in a dozen gashes, bleeding