A Match Between a Group of Li Qings and Atabia

Li Qing could only shake his head. This style was far too outrageous.

The dignified Ancient God of Light, one of the greatest masterminds in the universe, with such a massive superbrain, had collectively gone next door to act as paid posters. They were having so much fun—was this really okay?

Was this how you fought your wars?

Li Qing somewhat regretted having to admit that these were his clones.

One person is a lone wolf, but once there are too many people, the collective effect turns them into idiots? Li Qing grumbled inwardly.

It seemed that these "Li Qings" had produced some marvelous chemical reaction.

After all, he had occasionally acted as a paid poster before, but he had never seemed quite so flamboyant.

However bizarre their style looked, the results were actually quite striking. Before long, the Myriad Worlds were gripped by panic.

Because this was not fabricated out of thin air. It had struck the bull's-eye.

Those Ancient Gods reincarnating throughout the Myriad Worlds had all fought their way to the summit through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Few of them were fools.

They immediately realized that this was probably true.

Even if it was not true now, it would almost certainly happen in the future.

Some people even thought:

Should I camp out at the entrances and exits of the reincarnation cycle and ambush them? After all, those going to reincarnate basically all possess Dao Fruits. If I kill them, at worst I'll be sentenced and suffer a little more in the underworld. Once I endure it and reincarnate, my battle prowess will be even greater!

Quite a few people intended to form gangs and camp out around the reincarnation cycle to prey on passersby.

Killing and arson brought golden waist belts.

After all,