The power Song Zhong revealed in that instant was simply too terrifying. Just now, cultivators from every cosmos had spoken up to slander him, even complain about him, and he had spared not a single cultivator who opened their mouth. In that very instant, cultivators in every cosmos had been killed by him.
Yet now, for a time, not a single cultivator from any cosmos came looking for trouble with him.
The cultivators of every cosmos had been stunned by him.
The rulers of the other eight cosmoses did not speak either. What a joke—just now, a Cosmos Ruler had died right before their eyes. If they opened their mouths now and the other party attacked them too?
That Cosmos Ruler had been blasted to death in an instant. Would they be the exception?
Now, they all very wisely chose not to speak, waiting for the other party to state his position first, or for some foolish Cosmos Ruler, some foolish cultivator, to speak first. In any case, they were not going to touch this bad luck. They even directly transmitted to the cultivators of their own cosmoses: "None of you speak. This cultivator's killing intent is far too heavy!"
"Don't make trouble. Keep watching."
The cultivators of their cosmoses all lowered their heads and stayed silent. What a joke—they were not stupid. How could they possibly make trouble at a time like this? They did not want to die.
Right now, they even felt lucky. Fortunately, they had not spoken just now; otherwise, they would be dead too.
Those cultivators who had opened their mouths to mock him just now had all died.
After Song Zhong finished blasting out that bolt of lightning, he looked around at the cultivators of the other nine cosmoses and said coldly, "You should