"And you call this a minor accident?"
The entire gathering of prodigies was sweaty with apprehension.
Jun Xiaoyao's display had stunned everyone.
Some even wondered if today's gathering of celestial prides would turn into a slaughter ground.
The Saint King Elder from the Ten Thousand Races Business Alliance wiped his cold sweat off his forehead.
For some reason, he had a vague sense.
If Jun Xiaoyao really decided to start killing, even he, a Saint King, might not be able to hold him back.
It was an intuition.
But if word got out, it would baffle everyone.
The gap between a Saint and a Saint King is certainly more than just a little.
"Why such expressions, everyone? Relax, I am no Devil," Jun Xiaoyao smiled calmly.
Upon hearing this, everyone murmured internally.
Indeed, you're not a Devil.
You're Death itself!
"Please, Jun Family's Divine Son, this way. There's a private VIP room on the second floor," the Saint King Elder advanced with a kind expression.
