"Welcome, my king."
The mighty voice echoed between heaven and earth, causing a faint smile to appear at the corner of Mo Yu's mouth.
He looked at the Mystic Dragon Army, clearly somewhat surprised that this elite force he had coveted so greatly had acknowledged his status as the new king so smoothly.
He knew very well how powerful this army was. Although some of its warriors had been eroded by the passage of time during their slumber, leaving the Mystic Dragon Army diminished, it was still an army powerful enough to contend with a Heavenly Sovereign.
In the current Great Thousand World, building an army of such a level would require an astonishing amount of resources and effort. Even ordinary super forces would absolutely be unable to accomplish it.
And if Mo Yu were to build such an army himself, even if he emptied his Thunder Prison completely, he would probably still be unable to obtain even one-fifth of the Mystic Dragon Army.
"Everyone, rise."
After savoring his delight for a moment, Mo Yu finally began to restrain his wild joy. He clasped his fists toward the burly man and the many Mystic Dragon Army warriors.
His attitude was rather even-tempered. He did not become arrogant merely because the Mystic Dragon Army had acknowledged his status.
The Mystic Dragon Army was not like the battle puppets he had obtained in the past. It was an army of living, breathing people, so winning their hearts was necessary.
Clatter!
On the square, the tens of thousands of Mystic Dragon warriors also rose to their feet.
"This subordinate, commander of the Mystic Dragon Army Jiang Long, pays respects to the new king."
The burly man bowed to Mo Yu once more. Then he bit the tip of his tongue, taking the lead