"The Nine Nether Palace has countless core disciples. What's one death?"
"After hundreds of thousands of years, no one from the Nine Nether Palace has come. I'm afraid Zou Rui was forgotten by the Nine Nether Palace long ago."
"Since the Nine Nether Palace sent Zou Rui down to the lower realm, his status in the Nine Nether Palace probably wasn't anything special."
"He was merely a core disciple of the Nine Nether Palace. So what if we killed him?"
At first, only a few voices echoed in agreement, but in the blink of an eye, the main hall erupted with a roar like mountains collapsing and seas surging.
Seeing the fury on everyone's faces, Qin Fengming felt a blazing heat rise in his own heart. This encouragement was extremely effective. It completely dispelled the fear everyone had kept buried deep inside and dared not mention.
Everyone feared Zou Rui, and Qin Fengming was no exception.
They feared not only Zou Rui's terrifying strength but also the Nine Nether Palace behind him.
The Miro Realm was vast and boundless. It was said that the regions where cultivators were active occupied only a tiny fraction of the Miro Realm. Yet even that tiny region was several thousand, perhaps tens of thousands, of times larger than the Three Realms. Such a vast territory contained only the Twenty-Four Palaces; from that alone, one could imagine how enormous the territory ruled by the Nine Nether Palace was.
The Nine Nether Palace ruled over such a vast territory, and the number of cultivators under it was truly astronomical—far beyond calculation.
They had actually offended such a colossal existence. It was easy to imagine the oppression and apprehension weighing on their hearts. If they could not overcome it, it would inevitably become a thorn in