"What the heck!?"
Mu Xiu couldn't help shivering, and for some inexplicable reason, panic began to rise in his heart.
Even though he was out on the grasslands beneath the blazing sun, he still felt a chill run down his spine, as if the whole world had turned against him.
"Could my lord be jinxing me again!?"
Mu Xiu forced down his panic and looked up at Qin Feng on the high platform.
The Ministry of Rites had spent more than half a month building the platform, where the Grassland King would be crowned and invested with his title.
They had summoned not only the leaders of the Grassland Tribes, but also a group of ministers, including Di Shi Wudao. Qin Emperor had even personally climbed the platform to crown and invest the Grassland King.
It was an imposing spectacle, giving the Grassland King all the face he could ask for!
Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, for framing someone and wiping out their Nine Generations. You have earned 5,000,000 Villain Points! Ding-dong! You have become the Great Tyrant who united the Ancient Wasteland. Mission updated... Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, for wiping out someone's Nine Generations. Your mission is now 50% complete!
"Fifty percent!"
Qin Feng's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected his progress to jump by ten percent all at once.
He began to consider what other activities befitting a Great Tyrant he could try. He had to finish the mission as soon as possible; after all, his days of throwing his weight around in the mortal realm were numbered.
"I thank you, Khan of Heaven!"
After the Grassland King had been crowned, he excitedly kowtowed to his Son-in-law.
He couldn't help it!
He needed this prestige more than anything!
With Qin Feng personally presiding over his coronation, he wasn't merely