There were truly very few people in the Three Realms whom Zou Rui cared about. Anyone who did matter to him was certainly a renowned figure in the Three Realms.
Among the several dozen Mahayana cultivators who had once surrounded and attacked him, quite a few had been etched into his memory.
As two of the Three Realms' most supreme cultivators, Saintly Venerable Cantian and Yinluo Holy Lord were naturally among them. Ju Yang's strength was not weak, and he had once participated in the previous suppression of the rebellion. As for whether Ju Yang had taken part in the final siege against him back then, Zou Rui no longer remembered. Thus, Zou Rui had not even looked at Ju Yang. Holy Lord Chisha seemed not to have participated in the previous siege.
Facing Zou Rui's complete indifference, Yinluo Holy Lord's expression did not change. He gave a cold laugh and said, "Our strength here is indeed somewhat lacking, but with more than a hundred fellow Mahayana cultivators joining forces, do you think you can do anything to us? If you don't believe me, try it."
Yinluo Holy Lord had confidence. With a hundred and sixty or seventy Mahayana cultivators standing together and striking as one, even if Zou Rui's sea of blood was vast and mighty, he certainly would not be willing to fight them.
Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang and the others were individually powerful, but they likewise could not possibly withstand the combined might of more than a hundred Mahayana cultivators.
Zou Rui's expression turned gloomy. His eyes flickered as he clearly weighed the matter in his heart.
"Since you entered this spatial secret realm, it proves that you intend to decide victory and defeat with this old man here. That will be most advantageous to the Three