Everyone was stunned the moment they heard Su Chen's words.
They had never truly considered that this was Su Chen's ultimate goal.
Some people had once questioned him.
They believed Su Chen's series of actions had merely been for fame and profit, to leave his name behind on the continent, and so on.
But now that Su Chen had revealed his purpose—to draw everyone on the continent into this war, to make commoners take part in a war where they might die—everything became clear. His goal was to awaken them and let them overthrow the nobility with their own hands.
When Su Chen was gone hundreds or thousands of years from now, when they were oppressed again, every one of them could become Su Chen. Every one of them could stand as Su Chen had.
"Your Majesty."
Golden Crocodile Douluo called out in a trembling voice:
"You are truly a god of this age. Only your radiance has truly illuminated the entire continent."
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, along with several others, did not know what to say either.
They had always known that what Su Chen was doing was great, but every day, their understanding of that greatness was refreshed anew. Today, it had practically blinded them.
They marveled at how far ahead Su Chen's thinking was, how he had already arranged matters for the future. They admired even more the nobility of his character.
Clearly, Su Chen could have unified the continent by the simplest method, with the fewest casualties. He could have united the continent without leaving behind a single stain.
But Su Chen had not chosen to do so.
Even...
In the future, there might be people who criticized Su Chen—criticized the war he had launched, the number of deaths it had caused, and condemned him for