"If an army formation were made up of tens of thousands of Daluo Golden Immortal experts, then even quasi-saints would not dare meet it head-on. They would have to take a detour."
Su Tao sat beside Ye Lin and began answering his questions.
At the same time, he took out several cultivation techniques and handed them to Ye Lin for him to study.
"Fellow Daoist, if an army formation consisted of tens of thousands of quasi-saints, would it be able to contend head-on with a Saint?"
As Ye Lin read through the cultivation techniques in his hands, he spoke up.
"Cough, cough... Fellow Daoist, your idea truly is... novel."
Ye Lin's words made Su Tao choke on the tea he had just swallowed.
He glanced at Ye Lin, then finally forced out those words.
"Even the Transcendent Sacred Dynasty in the distant Central Region would not dare form an army formation out of quasi-saint experts."
Su Tao set down his teacup, his face full of feeling.
An army formation made up of quasi-saint experts?
This Fellow Daoist truly dared to imagine it.
Quasi-saints were the foundation of every major fortune dynasty. Who could possibly have such immense resources as to form an army formation from quasi-saint experts?
If such a formation could truly be assembled, there would be no need to fight at all. Simply pulling it out would scare countless people to death.
Several thousand, even tens of thousands, of quasi-saint experts right in your face—just tell me, would you be afraid or not?
"Fellow Daoist, judging from your aura, the cultivation technique you practice seems rather unusual."
Ye Lin put down the cultivation technique in his hand and looked at Su Tao.
The aura around this man was very unusual.
It was entirely made of fortune.
It was