Reforge the Glory of the Central Plains-It's Our Duty

In the Central Plains, in Heavenly Palace City, furious crowds stood beneath a gigantic screen. As the closing music for the ongoing Peach Banquet played, they fell silent.

Suddenly, someone shouted:

"Zhao Yu, go to hell!"

As the saying went, one stone stirred up a thousand waves; one sentence woke a dreamer. Almost instantly, every spectator gathered beneath the big screen seemed to realize something and began roaring in anger—

"Zhao Yu, go to hell! Zhao Yu, go to hell!"

Their voices surged through Heavenly Palace City like waves. Even the reporters covering the event quietly switched off their cameras, lest they follow in the footsteps of a certain predecessor.

The reporters on the job didn't dare say it, but plenty of others did. Domestic platforms wouldn't allow it, but people were saying it on platforms whose servers were overseas—

"Mr. Li Huang, as a former Dragon King, what do you think of the Central Plains Culinary World's latest defeat?"

More than two hundred years old and long since retired from the Central Plains Culinary World to focus on health and longevity, Li Huang had spent over a century cultivating his composure. At once, he tossed all that composure aside—

"What do I think? What else can I think? If the Central Plains Culinary World keeps going like this, we'll lose the naming rights to the Peach Banquet!"

"You mean the Central Plains Culinary Association?

"How many association presidents has the Culinary Association gone through, one term after another?

"Has anything changed?

"They've changed the packaging, not the product!

"Culinary Master Ye was innocent!

"What did people eat back then? Peaches of Immortality!

"What are you serving now? Goubuli buns!

"What level is the Central Plains Culinary World at these days?

"There are only a handful of people, and they're