"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."

because the strongest wielders of combat wards resided at the borders of Draconia. Take, for example, the twelve

was

unity, they would complement each other while instantly pushing their Ascendant rank cultivation to peak potential, and even Divine rank

the ward cast by the Sage Lake Sect elders as "pathetic" "How amusing,” Silverbell said, looking

at the Sage 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 in the air

eyes flashed coolly, seeing that they were

of her sword, dozens of beams fired away from her word like a blooming

flying. Even before the Sage Lake Sect apprentices realized what was happening, Elder Randel was covered in a dozen gashes, bleeding like a stuck pig and

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