The voice belonged to none other than Zi Xinghe of the Guardian Guild. There were about 80 people with him, each of them a formidable combatant. A decent number of them were Great Saints, and they even had several pseudo-Gods in the group. With such experts, they could be considered one of the strongest groups in the ancient battlefield. 

Zi Xinghe had been holding a grudge against Xiang Shaoyun ever since the humiliation he had received. This time, he was here to pay Xiang Shaoyun back.

Xiang Shaoyun swept his gaze at them and smiled. "Are you thinking of bullying us with your numbers?"

"You're wrong. Against a bastard with decent strength like you, fairness does not exist. Not only will you die but...