The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even so, Massam was smiling, as if she had expected this to happen.

And judging from the current situation, Frank was unbeatable within Shagan, so it made sense that he could destroy Eorek in an instant.

"Don't underestimate him," she snapped at the other apprentices of Princely Sword School. "Attack him together!"

That only left the apprentices shocked. "We only did that once, and it was against Mephisto! Are you saying that the shitty guild chief was as strong as him?!"

Massam nodded in silence-she did not want to admit Frank's might, but it was reality, and she must not be careless in this situation.

If she kept sending the apprentices of Princely Sword School to die against Frank one by one, they would just die off, and Princely Sword School would fall!

And since Massam was their leader, the apprentices of Princely Sword School did not dare to defy her.

Pointing their fingers toward Frank, countless blades shot toward him in a rain of sword beams that could engulf a mountain!

At the same time, Massam announced sonorously, "Feel the cold slice of our infinite sword works! The question is, Chief Frankton, how are you going to respond to this?"

Frank laughed heartily. "Ignorant rat content with your little hiding hole. Do you believe that the world is at your feet just because you can't see it?"

and a colossal sword beam that matched the apprentices' projection

shock, Massam knew that it was too late to withdraw. She decided to

a blinding flash

time the light faded, the apprentices of Princely Sword School were

sweating profusely, while Frank merely remained by the

yet

seems that you're far stronger than Mephisto!" Massam laughed. "You really are someone special-but so what? We're going to die anyway, so

to her apprentices, she said, "At my order. The hour of

apprentices of Princely Sword School were all speechless-that was the ultimate move they had, burning their vigor to cast a blood sword that was

of it was rapid aging, even death, which was why

was also not what they had

at if they did not put their lives on the line and

lucky, brat! You're

Princely Sword School rose to their feet, they all started drawing

around them, it congealed into infinite blood-red swords