The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"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."

Silverbell 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

serving the Lord of the

combat ward they cast in tandem was genuine in every

cultivation to peak potential, and even Divine rank elites would have trouble holding

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

her before glancing at Maron in the distance. "I'd advise you to give up if this is all Sage Lake Sect is capable of. A

Sect elders, as Silverbell's mocking left

as they took to the air, spinning like tops in the air as they cast their combat ward and charged at

flashed coolly, seeing

sword, dozens of beams

the one beside

was covered in a dozen