Though Shi Wenjie also admitted that Niu Gangfeng's cultivation was somewhat higher than his own, and Demon King Kui Li was more trusted by Golden Roc Demon King than his father was,
there was one thing he remembered clearly: Niu Gangfeng was only Demon King Kui Li's nephew, while he was the son of Heaven Devouring Demon King.
Strictly speaking, Niu Gangfeng had no right to call Golden Roc Demon King his uncle. He, on the other hand, was Golden Roc Demon King's nephew in name and deed.
Normally, he treated Niu Gangfeng with respect, expecting at least the same in return. But the man was a born ingrate, constantly fighting for power and profit and pushing him aside.
Take today's banquet, for example. It wasn't even Niu Gangfeng's birthday. He was merely taking advantage of his position to invent an occasion and stage a grand spectacle of all sides coming to pay homage. What arrogance, what vanity!
He disliked Niu Gangfeng, so naturally he also hated Jiang Baishun, Niu Gangfeng's lackey.
Xu Yi said, "This matter is extremely urgent. What if we delay the Great King's business? How about you hand that scoundrel's Dragon of Stars over to me, and I'll handle this personally?"
With a boom, the nameless fury in Shi Wenjie's heart erupted. He immediately pulled out the celadon bottle and clutched it in his hand, glaring furiously. "You miserable lackey, how dare you bully me too? The thing's right here. I'd like to see if you dare take it. Since when does a dog like you get to climb all over me and talk to me this way? Get out! Get out right now! If Niu Gangfeng wants the Dragon of Stars, let him come and take it himself!"
Shi Wenjie had been stewing for a