"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Great Frost Dynasty's army is advancing this way."
Above Water River Pass, Wang Ziyi sat upright upon the dragon throne, gazing confidently at the Void ahead.
Behind him, dense masses of figures filled the entire Void, nearly blotting out the sky.
Terrifying auras spread in every direction.
This was his army of over a hundred million.
It was also the entire foundation of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
This time, he would stake national fortune against the Great Frost Dynasty.
If he won, then in the future, he might well be able to take a seat as the one calling the shots over the entire southern region.
If he lost...
Forget it. There was no such thing as losing.
He had personally taken the field. How could he possibly lose?
If the Great Frost Dynasty had thrown in all its national strength, he might have feared them somewhat.
But now, there was no need for fear at all.
"Oh? Since they've come, let them come."
"Right..."
"Fellow Daoists, just watch and see how I cut the Great Frost Dynasty's army down from their horses."
Holding a wine cup, Wang Ziyi stared into the distant Void with a half-smile.
Those sneaky, skulking bastards—and they called themselves rulers of dynasties?
Sooner or later, he would beat every last one of them.
Suddenly, an explosion rang out in the distant Void, like a thunderclap from level ground.
Wang Ziyi's thoughts stirred, and he looked up.
In the distant Void, over a thousand warships were tearing through space and heading this way.
Their momentum was incomparably grand.
The soldiers aboard stood radiant and spirited, their fighting intent brimming.
With a single glance, Wang Ziyi knew this was undoubtedly a tiger-and-wolf force, not to be underestimated in battle.
This was his trade;