Seeing Fang Xuan's calm expression, Fang Li felt incomparably reassured.
From childhood to adulthood, no matter how great the hardship they faced, as long as Fang Xuan said those words, no real danger would befall them.
After a brief silence, Fang Li smiled. "If the crisis of the Nine Provinces Martial Dao rests on Brother's shoulders, then leave the unification of the Nine Provinces to me!"
Fang Xuan nodded and asked, "What do you intend to do?"
Fang Li had clearly come thoroughly prepared. He took out the map he carried with him and said softly, "In today's Nine Provinces, Great Qian and the barbarians are the strongest. The war between Yan Province and Wan Province is precisely our chance to break the deadlock."
"Though the Great Yang Dynasty is a sick tiger, a sick tiger can only be nibbled away piece by piece. We still do not know what contingencies Gu Chengxuan has prepared, but once Wan Province City falls, our army will attack Yan Province."
Fang Xuan suddenly asked, "What if Great Qian joins forces with the barbarians?"
Fang Li grinned. "After all, Great Qian and the barbarians are separated from Central Province by an entire sea. As long as our army marches swiftly, the rear will naturally remain stable."
As he spoke, Fang Li looked at Fang Xuan with confidence.
Compared to his previous strategy of advancing steadily and surely, Fang Li's use of troops had clearly become far bolder.
Naturally, the confidence behind it all had been bestowed upon him by Fang Xuan.
The war to unify the Nine Provinces hinged upon martial artists!
The Dragon Whale Army had now won the support of martial sects from Central Province and Jing Province. Even the Tai Xuan Sect had completely thrown in its lot with the Dragon