"Can't beat you?"
The Emperor's mentor sneered, unsheathing his sword directly: "Little girl, let's have a fight and see! Back then, Julius Reed almost beat the crap out of me. If you can't beat me, Julius Reed is nothing but a fraud!"
"And if I can beat you?"
Hiddy opened her hand, with a flame flickering in her palm. "If I can beat you, what do I get?"
She gazed at the Emperor's mentor with her almond-shaped eyes, filled with interest.
In the presence of these two powerful figures, Isabella Warm and Ian Jorden dared not casually interrupt.
"Humph! Hiddy, you once aided the wicked and bullied us! When Pruitt Wilde resurrects, he'll be out for revenge on you first!"
The Emperor's mentor pointed at Hiddy, clearly trying to suppress his inner fury, but unable to control it.
