"Flood the seventy-three counties across the five northern states of the Great Zhou?"
Hearing the threat from the Blue-scaled Dragon King, Ye Zhen suddenly smiled, "Your Majesty, the Dragon King, may I suggest you flood faster? Better yet, flood immediately. I wholeheartedly support it!"
The Blue-scaled Dragon King's face instantly turned a shade of purple-red, as he slowly drew out an ancient mother-child magic conch and spoke with an extremely solemn tone, "Do you really think that I dare not?"
Yet Ye Zhen casually shrugged, "I didn't mean that, I just purely feel, if you're going to flood, you should do it quickly, the sooner the larger the scale, the better!"
"You know, in our Great Zhou, military merit is used to confer titles. For so many years, the southern Barbarians have been driven into the deep mountains, and even if we want to kill, there aren't many heads to earn military merit!
As for the Demons in the west, their bones are too hard to chew on!
