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."

the same time—no sect ever got to brag when it came to

for example, the twelve generals serving the Lord of

combat ward they cast in tandem was genuine in every sense of the

pushing their Ascendant rank cultivation

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

Silverbell said, looking at the combat ward cast around her before glancing at Maron in the distance. "I'd advise you to give up if this is all Sage Lake Sect

Sect elders, as Silverbell's mocking left

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

flashed coolly, seeing

a flick of her sword, dozens of beams fired away from her word

one beside

was covered in a