"This is..."
Qin Feng glanced at San Qiu and realized that he had actually reached Sainthood.
Like Mr. Yu, he had entered Sainthood through literature, achieving a realm comparable to that of a Great Emperor among martial cultivators.
But their styles were completely different. One had the serene mindset of watching flowers bloom and wither in the courtyard, smiling as clouds rolled by and skies cleared; the other poured endless longing for Little Fairy into every line he wrote.
Qin Feng couldn't help but marvel at how ridiculously good the Protagonist's luck was.
He had thought that even if Bairi, Dongfang, San Nong, Qing Tian, Guang Tian, and San Qiu were destined to reach the Great Emperor realm, they would still need a long time to build up to it.
Who could have known that in just a few short years, they'd one after another stumbled upon opportunities and broken through?
If he hadn't trained hard morning and night, summer and winter without rest, read while the dog slept at the third watch, and practiced swordsmanship when the rooster crowed at dawn, they'd have left him in the dust, cheats that they were.
Rumble!!
The thunderous noise gradually weakened, and the grassland slowly settled.
The once-open grassland had vanished, replaced by a massive crater. More than a dozen Quasi Emperors and three Pseudo-Emperors from the Nine Great Aristocratic Families lay shattered to pieces.
"A pack of treacherous rebels!"
Qin Feng said coldly, "Imperial Physician, help me draft an edict. The Nine Great Aristocratic Families have defied their superiors, shown no regard for their sovereign, colluded with Ye Chen, and betrayed Great Qin. Exterminate their Nine Generations!"
"Yes!"
San Qiu hurriedly accepted the order and began writing the Imperial Edict.
"Brother Qin, you can't!"
Lin San couldn't hold back any longer