"Come at me together."
Song Changsheng's tone was calm, but his words were arrogant to the extreme.
If deciding victory or defeat within three moves in a one-on-one fight was arrogance, then defeating three Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivators at once within three moves was no longer something that could be described by the word "arrogance." It was utter contempt, as though he did not regard the three of them as worthy of his notice at all.
Those were three Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivators renowned throughout their respective regions, not three Purple Mansion cultivators. Which one of them had not fought through countless battles and endured innumerable tribulations? Being able to defeat one of them already marked one as a peerless prodigy of astonishing talent. Determining victory within three moves was suppression from an entirely different dimension.
By common understanding, that was a feat only a Nascent Soul True Lord could accomplish.
Yet this time, the voices of doubt were far weaker than before—one could even say they were almost nonexistent.
Because everyone had personally witnessed the battle just now. Wang Changqing, who had roamed the Southwest for nearly a thousand years, had been defeated in merely two moves. From beginning to end, Song Changsheng had not shifted his feet in the slightest, and had not used his full strength at all.
They even suspected that if Song Changsheng had not allowed Wang Changqing to strike first, the battle might have ended in a single exchange.
If he could truly defeat Wang Changqing in one move, then defeating all three within three moves was not impossible. After all, this was not a fight to the death.
If that happened, it would leave a richly colored mark not only upon the Southwest, but upon the history of the entire Borderlands.