"What did you say? The Xuanyuan Dynasty was destroyed? Xuanyuan Dynasty Lord Wang Ziyi was slain by Fellow Daoist Ye Lin in three sword strikes?"
Su Tao stared at the black-clad man before him, his face full of disbelief.
"Yes, Dynasty Lord. I witnessed it with my own eyes. Under Dynasty Lord Ye Lin's three sword strikes, Wang Ziyi's body was reduced to ashes."
"Dynasty Lord Ye Lin gave the order not to harm a single person of the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
"Now, judging by their route, Dynasty Lord Ye Lin is leading his army toward the Southern Barbarian Dynasty."
Hearing this news, Su Tao was deeply shaken.
Wang Ziyi and the Xuanyuan Dynasty—this was the third-ranked top dynasty in the southern territories. Wang Ziyi, its ruler, possessed terrifying strength.
Even Su Tao had to treat him with utmost caution.
According to his original plans, against an existence like that, he would have needed to join forces with Ye Lin.
But he had never imagined that Ye Lin would give him such an enormous surprise.
He had quietly taken down Wang Ziyi just like that?
This news was simply too shocking.
To be honest, even now, he had yet to fully recover from it.
He had thought he had already overestimated Ye Lin.
Yet Ye Lin refreshed his understanding every single time.
If that kind of strength was not monstrous, then what was?
"Hahaha, good, very good. As expected, I did not choose the wrong person."
"I had originally planned to achieve true unification within thirty years, but judging by the current situation, there is no need for those so-called thirty years."
"Ten years, five years, three years, perhaps even... one year."
The more he thought, the grander his ambitions became. In the end, blazing flames burned in Su Tao's eyes.