It's that human...
At that moment, both White Drawing and the Emperor who had broken out from the Paint World could only see each other.
Around them, neither the formidable Four Holy Army nor the High Priest who had also attained King-level power mattered in their eyes.
The Emperor knew that this was a terrifying monster capable of overturning the Myriad Clans. If he did not kill it today, he would not be able to sleep peacefully.
After all, no one wants to one day be replaced without notice, while those around remain oblivious, with others taking their place, wielding their power, and lying with their women...
White Drawing was also staring intensely at the Emperor.
From the moment White Drawing trapped him in the Paint World, it had a feeling that he would certainly break out.
Ancient genetic memories told it that in any world, a person so unreasonably favored by destiny is definitely the Child of Destiny of that world.
