The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Renard chuckled coolly, presuming that it had to be the only reason.

As one of the Ten Hellions of South Draconia, his might was naturally above questioning.

Moreover, he was actually in his sixties, and he actually looked like a younger man since he had always maintained his training routine.

And since there was no one who had reached the Ascendant rank below sixty in Draconia, save for the freaks of the major sects, Renard prided himself with his accomplishment. Moreover, those major sects would always keep their freaks close, hiding them within their respective enclaves.

They would certainly not allow them to run around causing trouble just like Frank here.

What was that if not suicidal?

"Brat, I don't know who has your back, but I'll spare you if you go down on your knees, kowtow to Mr. Droitner ten times, and surrender the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

Frank, who was already sick of such threats, chuckled coolly. "What, not feeling confident about yourself?"

since I don't really know my own strength, and I'm not sure if your bones can take

don't

shrugged, walking toward Renard, seemingly

toward

snorted at Frank's arrogance. "You'll be sobbing when you fall before me and understand

glowering as he could see that Frank was making

hand, conjuring a javelin of pure vigor and launching it straight at Frank's

of Ascendant ranks, projecting their pure vigor into

held up a hand, breaking the

"Hmm...?"

eyes narrowed when he saw how easily

"Get him!"

impatiently, seeing how insolent Frank was. After all, Renard was peerless in Huub's mind,

pure vigor, focusing them into his hand as he projected