As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire venue erupted.
To dare utter such arrogant words before the eight major tribes... Fang Yu was definitely the first.
From ancient times till now, no one has dared speak this way to the True Dragon Clan!
Huangfu Zhan snorted coldly, his gaze turning disdainful:
"A frog at the bottom of a well is always just that... the ten great bloodlines, how could you possibly understand them!"
Just as he was about to wave his hand to order someone to teach Fang Yu a lesson.
At the entrance to the banquet area.
A person pushed a wheelchair, slowly entering the venue.
On the wheelchair, a young man in splendid attire, with a calm expression.
"Holy Son!"
"Holy Son!"
"Holy Son!"
As the wheelchair slowly moved in, people on both sides kept bowing in greeting.
The people from the six great clans also heard this title, looking at the Holy Son Huangfu Wencai in surprise.
