"Good people! I really hope there'll be more foolish money-bringing fools like these. What a pity there probably won't be another opportunity like this in the future!" Ying Zheng sighed inwardly.
Wasn't that foolish? Ying Zheng had fought his way through countless competitors, displayed the twelve Destiny Golden Figures, and even summoned the Pangu True Body.
The former Chaos Demon God, Order, had also bowed his head and pledged allegiance to him. Couldn't that prove both his strength and the depth of his background?
These people had still dared to cause trouble at his enthronement ceremony. If that wasn't foolish, then what was? Ying Zheng even suspected that they had been brainwashed by the Buddhist Light of the Western Teachings.
Still, this was a good thing for him, thanks to the foundations of these powerful races and Aristocratic Families.
Great Qin could skip the initial stage of accumulating resources and immediately begin carrying out its plans on a grand scale.
"What a pity. After today, there probably won't be any more willing scapegoats like these." Ying Zheng couldn't help feeling regretful.
Immediately afterward, he reined in his thoughts and, in the calmest possible tone, asked the harshest possible question.
"Who else refuses to submit?"
As he spoke, his gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, lingering for a moment longer over the areas occupied by the envoys of those ill-intentioned races.
Everyone his gaze passed over held their breath and lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. The little schemes in their hearts had already vanished under Ying Zheng's series of actions.
"Who still dares to refuse? Good heavens, the last person—no, the last group—to say they refused had their entire clans sent into the Primordial Chaos Ruins by you, Your Majesty."
"Although you didn't directly make them