Just then—
The leaders of the various factions gathered in the capital of Great Qin.
Though they had a hundred reasons not to come, Qin Feng controlled the military. They might not want to attend, but they didn't dare stay away.
And to keep Qin Feng from finding some excuse to confiscate their estates and wipe out their clans, every one of them brought precious gifts to congratulate Great Qin on its founding.
The myriad races of the Ancient Wasteland had also heard that if they didn't bring gifts to Qin Feng, he would lead his army to their doorstep. Terrified, they sent envoys to pay homage to Great Qin.
The capital of Great Qin suddenly grew lively.
Of course, there were also some foreign races who didn't take Great Qin seriously. Not only did they refuse to send envoys to pay homage, they even declared that Qin Feng should bring his troops if he had the guts.
The result was the same in every case...
After Ye Long gave a reasonable analysis, Ye Chen led his troops in a bloody rampage, charging through the enemy ranks again and again.
Not only were the clan leaders killed, but large numbers of young people were enslaved by the Devil Eyes. The wealth they'd accumulated over the years was also looted, leaving their already impoverished tribes in even worse straits.
"Qin Feng, just you wait. I'll be back soon!"
Ye Chen stood before a sea of flames, the blood splattered across his face not yet dry.
Since leaving the Central Plains with five hundred thousand troops from the Black Banner Army, he had swept through everything in his path, crushing more than thirty foreign races. Not only had he seized a vast hoard of treasure, he had expanded his army to a