Lin Ming smiled. As expected of Xu Tianran, as expected of the Warlord from Ten Thousand Years Ago.
What a sharp eye he had!
He admitted it frankly:
"That's right. I have a grudge against the Federation."
"So you summoned my soul and intend to revive me so that, once I'm alive again, I can deal with the Douluo Federation for you. Is that it?"
As his words fell, there was no humiliation at being used in Xu Tianran's eyes. Instead, a spark of excitement ignited.
He was a complete and utter warmonger down to his bones. He had been that way in life, and remained so in death.
Now, merely hearing that he could overthrow the entire Douluo Federation and wash away his disgrace, merely thinking of rebuilding the Sun Moon Empire atop the ruins of the Federation founded by Ju Zi and Huo Yuhao's descendants, set all the blood in his body ablaze.
Lin Ming saw it all. Xu Tianran's warmonger DNA had well and truly stirred, but that suited him perfectly.
Lin Ming asked:
"I'll ask you just one thing. If I revive you, can you overthrow the Federation for me?"
"You'll regret this."
Xu Tianran licked his lips, his eyes filled with madness:
"I will not only overturn the entire Douluo Federation, but also unite the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, bringing the entire Douluo Continent firmly under my control. In this life, I will not repeat the mistakes of my previous one."
"I don't know whether I'll regret it."
Lin Ming was utterly unconcerned:
"All I know is that I'd truly regret it if I didn't summon you.
You only have eight hundred people to take on a colossus with a Quasi-God presiding over it. What chance of victory do you have?"