This Is What You Brought Upon Yourself

In a hurry?

You want to come at me together?

Yin Zhou Divine Son looked at the fourteen people before him. Though he said nothing outright, that arrogant, indifferent gaze had already made everything clear.

It was not that he was targeting anyone in particular. To him, all the prodigies before him were trash!

The other prodigies were all utterly furious upon hearing this.

Who among them lacked pride? Anyone who could participate in the Myriad Realms Grand Competition was the most gifted, most promising cultivation genius from their respective lands. When had they ever suffered such humiliation?

Yin Zhou Divine Son's words instantly enraged everyone present.

Yet he did not care.

The same old words.

Everyone here was trash to him.

"You've gone too far! When has I, Zhao Potian, ever suffered such humiliation?" The burly man with a broadsword on his shoulder blazed with rage.

"Wuwuwu... Kill, kill, kill!" A Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator from the Killing God Sacred Hall had octopus-like tentacles, each clutching an ultimate treasure, with killing intent shooting into the heavens.

An Bulang raised the only barely usable ultimate treasure in his hand, the Blood Dripping Wolf-fang Club, and shouted, "Though this bastard Yin Zhou Divine Son is a Divine Son, he looks down on us so much. Why don't we grant his wish, attack together first, and take him down!"

"Good! I was thinking the same thing!" Someone immediately echoed him.

"Isn't it a little improper for top prodigies like us to do this?" Some could not bring themselves to lose face like that.

"What is improper about it? This is what he brought upon himself!" An Lang roared. "He asked for a hammer, so he'll get hammered! Today, we'll join hands and teach Yin Zhou Divine Son a painful lesson!"

"Right! Teach