"What? The Tang Sect colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult? They plan to slaughter a million people? Yun'er, you must be joking!"
Dai Tianling was strolling incognito through the streets of the Star Luo Empire, in a fine mood as he prepared to pass the throne to his son. Then came earth-shaking news from his daughter far away, and his mood took a sharp turn.
Ever since the Holy Spirit Cult had emerged ten thousand years ago, the Tang Sect had opposed it. The two had fought for ten millennia. Even if their hatred was not as deep as the sea, they were enemies who could not live beneath the same sky.
And now she was telling him those two forces were working together—and working together this closely?
Dai Tianling instinctively refused to believe it. But he recalled the Federation's fierce accusations after its navies had suffered disaster. Perhaps cooperation between them was possible after all?
That much weaponry had to have something to do with the Tang Sect.
"I didn't believe it at first either, but the person who told me was the very one you asked me to pay special attention to."
Dai Yun'er stuck out her tongue and said helplessly, "He said that, to avenge the Three Great Navies, he recently led a great many experts and mechas to encircle the Extreme North. They killed the Demon Empress, the Ghost Emperor, and every powerful fighter under their command. From this day on, the Holy Spirit Cult no longer exists."
"Why don't you keep an eye on the news? With something this big, I expect they'll announce it soon."
Dai Tianling hurriedly signaled a palace guard beside him.
The guard understood at once and cleared a path to escort Dai Tianling back to the palace.
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