Fei Zhuoran had brought this on himself.
Looking down on Martial Artists from ordinary backgrounds, or on those whose families were less prominent than his, sounded ugly when said aloud. But everyone knew people like that existed.
Even if Fei Zhuoran truly felt that way, people could accept it, however grudgingly, as long as he appeared fair.
The world had never been fair. Some people were born at a finish line others could never reach in a lifetime of struggle.
But...
Selling out your teammates was another matter.
They were all on the front lines, fighting the Demon Race and the Star Beasts.
Who could guarantee they would always win? Who could guarantee they would never make a mistake?
What if someone fought tooth and nail to earn a little glory, only for Fei Zhuoran to claim the credit with a few words?
And what if someone followed Fei Zhuoran's orders on a mission, only to have him pin the blame on them when something went wrong?
What would be the point of joining the Heavenly King Hall, then?
Aside from protecting humanity, wasn't the main reason they joined the Heavenly King Hall to use its resources to grow stronger, hoping that one day they might become a King and enter the Divine Realm?
"Come to think of it, there have long been rumors that Fei Zhuoran is Old Mu's successor. Do you think they're true?"
"You said it yourself, brother. They're rumors. Don't take them too seriously."
"Fei Zhuoran may be a strong fighter, but as a contender, he falls far short of Su Zhengdao."
"Exactly. Su Zhengdao may have made a muddle of his family affairs, but he's always been selfless when it comes to his duties. Wasn't the rift between him and his son caused by that