At this moment, all the Celestial Pride who had climbed to the peak felt somewhat shattered.
They had painstakingly, arduously ascended.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao had not left a single leaf for them.
"My friend, isn't this a bit too much?"
A Celestial Pride from the Moth Demon Race said.
He had four eyes and a pair of moth-like wings on his back, feeling a tad displeased at the moment.
"Indeed, as the saying goes, leave a margin so we can meet amicably in the future, but you, my brother, have gone too far."
The Celestial Pride from the Golden Sheep Race also expressed discontent.
This Celestial Immortal Banquet was originally a grand event for the younger generation of the Celestial Tomb Continent.
How is it now that all the benefits are seized by Jun Xiaoyao alone?
What is the point for others to attend this banquet, just to watch?
"Brother Dao, one should not act this way."
The Silver Spirit from the Silver Royal Family spoke up.
