Legend +1

The Profession Slot pulsed and twisted.

A few minutes later, a new message refreshed:

Legend +1

Born a lackey in hemp clothes and bare feet, you began practicing martial arts in the spring of 987. You bathed in Corpse Mountain and changed clothes in Blood Sea; in June of 988, you slaughtered an entire city alone and cut down tens of thousands of Ironclad Floating Pagodas. King Shiyu led seventy-two Heads of the House in kneeling before you!

Your name spread from the County Town to the prefectural city, from the prefectural city into the provincial city, flew toward the main city, and entered the Imperial Capital.

Many people in the Great Gan Empire had vaguely heard your name!

Numerous sects and organizations had also heard of you!

Only after slaughtering nine million could one be called a Supreme Hero!

Because you had not yet reached the required number, the Supreme Hero title had partially activated!

You obtained the title—Tyrant!

Tyrant—unstoppable, suppressing all things!

Chu Qing looked at the information in the Profession Slot and sank into thought.

Killing one made you a criminal; slaughtering ten thousand made you a hero. Only after slaughtering nine million could one be called a Supreme Hero!

That sentence seemed to ride the wind across the Great Gan Empire.

In less than a single day, it had even passed through the towering palace walls.

Within those walls, all information entering and leaving was strictly controlled.

Without ten days to half a month of review, nothing could get in at all.

But this time, it had taken only one day.

The eunuchs and palace maids were the first to receive the news.

Some felt its dominance.

Some did not care.

But others had their blood boiling.

Especially those who were often bullied—their blood surged hot.