Heavenly King Hall.
Lanterns and streamers adorned the hall, and banquet tables filled the grounds.
On the square before the hall stood eighty-one tables laid out for the Divine Banquet.
That was no figure of speech. The feast really was called the Divine Banquet, and every table radiated an enticing divine glow and spiritual energy.
The central table was even more extravagant. An entire Eight Treasures Golden Scale Beast lay there, roasted golden and dripping with fat. A fist-sized Night Pearl sat between its jaws, illuminating half the square.
"Quite a spread..."
Su Ye stood at the edge of the crowd, taking in a spectacle that rivaled a televised New Year's gala. His mouth twitched.
"Anyone who didn't know better would think we'd won some earthshaking victory and wiped out the Demon Race's stronghold."
"But we did win a victory!"
A booming voice came from beside him.
Wu Kunlun shouldered his door-sized battle-axe and pushed through the crowd, his honest face split by a grin.
"Brother Su, you've made us proud! You killed seventeen Demon Kings by yourself! Seventeen! I haven't killed that many Demon Kings in my whole life, let alone in a day!"
The big man's voice was astonishingly loud. Within moments, everyone nearby was looking their way.
Those gazes held admiration, envy, curiosity, and...
Other feelings harder to name.
Su Ye rubbed his nose, unused to being the center of attention.
"You flatter me, King Wu. Keep your voice down."
Su Ye lowered his own voice.
"It was all luck. Just luck."
He, Su Ye, was apparently the new king of lucky breaks.
"Luck?"
Wu Kunlun's eyes widened like bronze bells.
"Brother Su, don't sell me that! Killing seventeen Demon Kings was luck? Then why can't I ever get that lucky? Last time I chased a Demon