In a mountain stronghold named Feiyun Fort.
It was the last stronghold Su Yi had conquered today.
In the grand hall of Feiyun Fort, Su Yi sat firmly at the head seat, with dozens of people seated below him, each exuding a powerful aura, indicating they were no ordinary experts.
These individuals, all of them, were the masters from various strongholds Su Yi had conquered that day.
"Haha, Mr. Su, this is truly thrilling, following Mr. Su gives one the feeling of riding into battle clashing iron and steel."
"Indeed, bringing down six strongholds in one day, such power, it's exhilarating!"
Several people guffawed as they spoke.
Throughout the day, Su Yi had been battling from one stronghold to another, sweeping through them like an autumn breeze through fallen leaves, unstoppable wherever he went.
This gave people the sensation of waging war on the battlefield with armor and horses.
"Ridiculous, when Mr. Su came to my place back then, I thought I would have a match with Mr. Su."
