As soon as Song Zhong's words fell, jeers rang out all around.
"What, you still want to make an enemy of all us cultivators by yourself?"
"What a joke."
"You are very strong. You can block the combined attack of six Saints. But don't you see how many cultivators we have here? You think you can block all of our attacks on your own?"
"No need to count how many cultivators there are. Just among us, there are nearly a hundred Saints. No matter how strong he is, there's no way he can withstand the attacks of so many Saints."
One Saint sneered. There was even a sentence he almost added: with so many Saints attacking together, even a Cosmos Ruler might not necessarily be able to block it, let alone a Quasi-Saint.
In the distance, although many cultivators did not speak, their faces were all filled with ridicule. This Quasi-Saint was far too arrogant, and far too stupid.
If they possessed such strength, if they were this powerful while still Quasi-Saints, they would definitely hide themselves away and not lightly expose such formidable power.
At most, they would reveal that they were extremely strong among Quasi-Saints, but they would never show power that made so many Saints wary.
Now look. So many Saints wanted to join hands and kill that Quasi-Saint, and that Quasi-Saint would soon be dead.
Once he was dead, what use was it no matter how high his talent was?
Listening to those cultivators, Song Zhong also began to sneer. He looked at the Saints who had attacked him earlier and suddenly said, "Have you ever wondered where the spells you used to attack me went?"
Without waiting for those cultivators to respond, he continued, "Have you ever been attacked by your own spells?"
As his