As the Ancestral God Religion issued its summons, a lineup much like the original story's appeared. Dozens of Universe Masters rushed toward the Thunder Cave Secret Realm.
All three of Chen Ao's clones were in the Thunder Cave Secret Realm, with the Bloodlight Hall Master clone guarding a spot not far from the exit.
His other two bodies were positioned elsewhere.
"Lord Jingyuan, will we really be all right? There are too many of them. I feel like I might die!"
"Relax. Even together, they wouldn't last a few exchanges against me. If they can kill you, I'll write my name backward!"
The Lord of Thunder Cave breathed a sigh of relief. With the Lord Jingyuan making such a promise, he could rest easy.
After all, to a powerhouse, a title mattered no less than life itself. It represented their dignity, something they would rather die than abandon.
Of course, he had no idea that Chen Ao didn't mind writing his name backward at all. He had plenty of names anyway. At worst, he could choose another.
A large group of Universe Masters arrived one after another, including humanity's Lord of Ice Peak and Galaxy Lord, the Demon Race's Lord of Sky Wolf, and the Lord of the Nine Nether.
Of course, Yan Emperor had been dead for tens of thousands of years and couldn't come.
Because of Chen Ao, only nine pinnacle factions remained now, but the Crystal Race and Prison Race were rather far away.
Thus, they hadn't come. Seventeen Universe Masters had arrived this time.
"Lord of Thunder Cave, you took something you shouldn't have. The boss sent me to kill you!" the Ancestral God Religion's Lord of Ice Silkworm said coldly.
"Lord of Thunder Cave, prepare to die!"
The powerhouses exchanged only a few words before