"Ungrateful daughter!" Li Jian's face darkened, his eyes fixed on Bai Xianyi.
"General Li, I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I won't hold back," Bai Xianyi said coldly, her long sword pointing straight at him.
Feeling the gaze of the soldiers behind him, Li Jian's expression turned even uglier as he mocked, "All the skills you possess were taught by me. Do you think you can defeat me?"
"Times have changed; whether I can defeat you depends on true skills," Bai Xianyi urged her horse forward, charging at Li Jian like a whirlwind.
With just the first strike, Li Jian felt a tingling in his palm. Surprised, he became more cautious in dealing with his daughter. The shock in his heart was unknown to anyone; he knew his daughter well, but when did she become so formidable?
And how did she, as a mere woman, command tens of thousands of troops under Prince Ye? How did she achieve it?
