Li Tianming's words and attitude left people stunned and speechless.
Many members of the Lin Clan's second branch watched their "direct descendant of the clan," their brows slowly knitting together.
Li Tianming had said that if they knelt again, they would be his grandsons. Lin Bei and the others could no longer conveniently remain kneeling. He rose to his feet, still maintaining a good attitude, and asked Lin Xiao, "Second Master, what do you mean?"
On an occasion like this, what Li Tianming said naturally did not count.
"Let the battle for the succession begin. Start with the young ones, and I'll finish it. Skip the buildup; don't waste everyone's time."
After saying this, Lin Xiao did not even glance at Lin Bei. Together with Dongshen Yue, he withdrew from the battlefield.
"Good!"
Before Lin Bei could react, the presiding Lin Xiaoyun and Lin Wuyi both brightened.
They understood what Lin Xiao meant and said "good" in unison.
"Lin Bei, the battle for the succession will begin at once. Have your children and grandchildren prepare for battle."
Lin Xiaoyun hurriedly announced it, settling the matter.
"Yes."
Lin Bei looked confused and helpless, but inwardly, he secretly smiled.
To be honest, he and the other members of the second branch had all believed that today would merely be a formality. At most, Lin Xiao and Dongshen Yue would have one last flash before dying.
They had not expected the two of them to truly mean business.
And they even intended to send their four children and grandchildren into battle.
Naturally, Lin Xiaoyun and Lin Wuyi wanted Li Tianming and his three wives to suffer a little, letting their prestige fall even further.
If something happened to them, that would be even better.
"Alas!"
The tens of millions of second-branch Lin Clan