"My Emperor is wise and far-sighted!"
Everyone in the square fell to their knees, loudly praising Qin Feng's wisdom and might.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together and mourned Ye Chen for two and a half minutes.
Why was Fate so cruel?
Originally, a generation's War God could have used the spear in his hand to carve out a legendary path and reach the peak of the Ancient Wasteland.
But who could have guessed that fate would play such a cruel joke on him, making him cross paths with the shameless, treacherous Qin the Sixth?
He had clearly done nothing at all, yet he had become a rat everyone wanted to beat!
From then on, the War God bore the infamy, while Old Six reaped all the benefits and good reputation!
"Everyone, rise!"
Qin Feng ordered his men to take the aliens away, then happily announced, "Today is a day for all under heaven to celebrate. I wish to celebrate the founding of Great Qin together with you all..."
"May our Emperor reign for a thousand autumns!"
The people in the square cheered.
A huge stage rose in the square, and over a hundred lovely wives presented song and dance performances for Great Qin, dispelling much of the air of slaughter.
"In the end, the War God turned into a demon. Strike up the music, and let the dancing begin!"
Mu Xiu couldn't help sighing.
He hadn't understood why Qin Feng had wanted Qian Jun and Wan Ma to build a navy, but now he understood: public opinion was a raging beast. It could not only whitewash villains and help them return to shore, but also make the innocent suffer the world's scorn.
While Qin Feng celebrated the founding of Great Qin, Ye Chen was making the