"Do you know who I am?"
At Li Shun's self-recommendation, a flicker of disdain flashed deep within the white-haired old man's eyes.
He slowly straightened, and an aura of pride forged through a hundred battles burst forth. "I am Bai Xianding. I enlisted at fifteen and fought in no fewer than a hundred battles of every scale throughout my life!"
"Slaying generals, seizing banners, breaking formations, being the first to scale the walls... the towering military merits that countless lowly armored soldiers dreamed of, trading their lives for—I had claimed them all by the age of twenty-three!"
"After that, as commanding general, I personally took part in the campaigns against Ying and Dai Kingdoms, flattening the ancestral temples of both nations in one stroke!"
"On this land, the souls that have died directly or indirectly beneath my blade are counted in the millions."
Bai Xianding's gaze was like a blade as it fell upon Li Shun's face, his voice carrying authority without anger. "I have spent my life in the saddle and on the battlefield. When have I ever needed some snot-nosed brat of unknown origin to teach me how to wage war?"
Though he did not deliberately release his Killing Intent, that horrific, blood-soaked aura, condensed almost into substance, still crashed down upon Li Shun like mountains toppling and seas overturning.
Under such pressure, ordinary people might even see terrifying illusions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, severed limbs and broken arms before their eyes, their hearts and gall bladders splitting apart in terror.
Yet even though Bai Xianding resembled a god of slaughter descended into the world, Li Shun remained unruffled, like a clear breeze brushing over a mountain ridge.
Instead, he chuckled softly and asked slowly, "I have no doubt that with Old General Bai's