And upon this boundless plaza were people.
A vast ocean of people, with no end in sight.
A tide of humanity.
The number of Martial Artists here was so vast it defied conventional counting.
Five trillion.
Qin Feng's gaze swept across the crowd. These prodigies from the Empire's great Warbands were all different in appearance and temperament.
There were giants over three meters tall, with muscles knotted like granite, exuding a primitive aura.
There were blonde, blue-eyed Martial Artists with slender figures, dressed in ornate, form-fitting soft armor.
There were also some Martial Artists whose skin was as dark as the deepest night, their facial features sharply defined.
And there were others whose skin had a faint blue hue, their hair like waterfalls, drifting gently in the air. Their auras were tranquil and profound, as if they held the secrets of the Star Sea.
