"What did you say!?"
No sooner had Dou Zhao's words fallen than someone slammed a hand on the table and rose.
In such circumstances, the first to stand forth and voice his displeasure was Yu Xiaochen of the Blood River Sect.
His dissatisfaction was not truly directed at Dou Zhao, but at Chongxuan Zun.
When Dou Zhao spoke, he said, "the three of us"; when he argued, he said, "three are enough," treating everyone else as if they were nothing. It triggered him at once.
What he resented most, of course, was that before the previous Sect Master died, he had actually left behind an order wishing for Chongxuan Zun to succeed him. And Chongxuan Zun had actually refused!
The position he had yearned for day and night, dreamed of without end, was cast aside by another as though it were an old shoe.
The sect that had birthed him, raised him, and filled him with boundless pride—in Sect Master Huo's eyes, there had not been a single person within the sect fit to inherit it, while outside the sect, there had only been Chongxuan Zun.
They all had the same pair of fists, one life, one Dao, and stood in the Divine Presence realm.
What was so extraordinary about these so-called prodigies of hegemonic states?!
Today, the Dragon Palace had opened its grand banquet. Who seated here was not a prodigy?
Dou Zhao's remark about "pouring wine" had nearly offended everyone present.
And it was hardly Yu Xiaochen alone who was dissatisfied.
Xie Junmeng, clad in green robes, cursed, "Even arrogance should have its limits. If you're sick, come to East King Valley for treatment!"
Zhongshan Weisun, jade ornaments at his waist, asked, "It's one thing for you to run wild and tyrannize others in Chu Kingdom, but you