"Long live Your Majesty! Long live, long live!"
Thunderous cheers rang out across the plaza.
However, because Xiao Tianyang had previously abolished the kneeling ritual, no one in the plaza knelt in worship.
Even so, Xiao Tianyang could still feel the crowd's soaring emotions and fervent adoration.
If nothing else, the rapidly surging fortune gathering around him showed just how much support he had won.
Xiao Tianyang turned to face the plaza, his right hand resting on his sword and his left hand raised. He spoke in a deep voice.
"The Heavenly Martial Dynasty has only been established for a few short years."
"Yet I and the court officials must continue striving, diligently cultivating domestic affairs while resisting Strong Enemies beyond our borders."
"May the name of the Heavenly Martial Dynasty make our enemies tremble, and may the name of the Douluo Continent spread throughout the vast expanse of time and space."
The soldiers in the plaza shouted, "Long live the emperor! May Tianwu endure for ten thousand years!"
The commoners around the outskirts gradually joined in with the soldiers, and the atmosphere was instantly whipped into a frenzy.
Xiao Tianyang did not follow with impassioned rhetoric, nor did he take the chance to promote himself.
The Douluo Continent was a High-Martial World, and ordinary people had already vanished from the territory of the Heavenly Martial Dynasty.
Coupled with subsequent investment and development, they had long since entered a rapidly advancing information age.
Therefore, compared to what you said, they cared more about what you did.
And when it came to getting things done, no one could find the slightest fault with Xiao Tianyang.
First, he humbly studied domestic governance and was deeply supported by the officials.
What could put people more at ease than a king who trusted them?