Little Tyrant

Three years had passed since the birth of little Han Fei (Han Li's first child).

She had grown up to be a very fierce little devil that was no less a little devil than her own mother. The small hamlet had now grown into a well and true city and she was the little tyrant around this area.

Oh? A tourist entering her city to see her Dad's efforts?

'Pay me a candy, you bitch.'

Han Li sometimes wondered where she got that vocabulary. Couldn't be from himself, he was a graceful man. If she was just a tyrant, it would have been okay, but the girl had a super strong dad who could put Power Borns in their place, apparently.

Three months ago, a stupid Power Born had come from nowhere with a momentous aura to take over the city and become its king. 

But apparently, the shadow lord of the city, the dad of the tyrant daughter, had just touched the Power Born, and the Power Born immediately fainted. Then, it was the single slice of a black sword.