With a snap, Xia Ping reached out and seized Fate Evil God's godhead, immediately putting it away. After all, Fate Evil God had mastered countless Great Dao laws, which would be of immense benefit to him.
The reason he had killed Fate Evil God first was also because Fate Evil God posed too great a threat. If he had not been dealt with quickly, who knew what other schemes and tricks it might have unleashed?
"Bastard!"
The remaining eight master evil gods were beside themselves with rage, wishing they could cut Xia Ping down at once.
But Xia Ping gave these eight master evil gods no chance to strike. He unleashed the second ability of his authority: Dream Clone.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, he created hundreds of millions of clones, spreading across every corner of the area. Each one was real, yet each one was false—both real and unreal, like a dream, like an illusion.
"What's going on? Which one is the true body?!"
The eight master evil gods widened their eyes and deployed supreme secret arts, yet no matter how they looked, they could not find Xia Ping's true body. It seemed that every single one was real.
The other evil gods were equally dumbfounded. Even master-level evil gods could not see through it, much less them.
The next second, Xia Ping moved. In a flash, he closed in on the eight master-level evil gods, his massive hand seizing all eight of them.
"Quick, run!"
Every hair on these master-level evil gods stood on end as they sensed enormous danger. Fate Evil God had died exactly this way moments ago—caught just once, then instantly burned to death and directly sacrificed to the universe's origin.
"It's already too late. Sacrifice!"
Xia Ping's gaze was indifferent as he looked