Cracks split open the sky, a vortex was gestating.
Whoosh.
Countless vast armies stepped out into the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms under every kind of identity.
Some were Holy Masters of Great Sects, some were Mortal scholars, some were butchers on the street.
The All Heavens and Myriads of Realms were like a deep pond, hiding all kinds of unfathomable Heroes, coming from different identities, hiding their names, lying dormant for endless ages, until this very day.
"Your Majesty, time is so tight, are you confident?" The woman grew incomparably nervous; this Monarch who had been lurking in the dark, his choice would decide the lives of everyone.
They were going to kill a Saint!
Not the kind where you whack him once and run.
How bold that was, how arrogant, it was practically the craziest act in the history of the Cosmos.
"I have a 100% chance to defeat him, and a 0% chance to kill him."
The man murmured gently.
