On the other side, Tang Xiaohao's seven men looked aggressive, clearly determined to obtain the Boar God Tyrant Body.
On this side, Long Aotian also had five brothers behind him.
Tang Xiaohao said, "We're all brothers here. It hasn't been easy going through hardship together in this place, and it wouldn't look good for our own people to fight and snatch from one another. How about this? We hold a democratic vote. Whoever gets the most votes can inherit the Boar God Tyrant Body. That's fair, right?"
Kong Yirou snapped, "You have seven people, while we only have six. This is obviously fake democracy!"
Tang Xiaohao said, "Democracy is democracy. Whoever gets more votes has the will of the people."
Long Aotian laughed. "Ah, it really is comfortable being on your own home turf."
"Brother Aotian, what do you mean by that?"
Long Aotian leaned closer to Tang Xiaohao. "Simple. This place is a battlefield. Since it's a battlefield, of course we follow battlefield rules."
Tang Xiaohao narrowed his eyes. "You want to fight us?"
Long Aotian said, "In this grand formation, anything I set my eyes on has always been mine. Democracy? Is your brain flooded?"
Tang Xiaohao narrowed his eyes. "Brother Aotian, leave yourself some room when you speak. If we fight... forgive me for being blunt, but with just you people, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be enough to get stuck between my teeth."
Zhao Ritian shouted, "What do you use to pick your teeth when the gaps are that big? A manure fork, or the Halberd of the Heavens?"
Tang Xiaohao immediately used Zhao Ritian's retort to escalate the conflict. Pointing at Zhao Ritian, he snarled, "You little bastard, if not for the fact that you still have a bit of lineage behind you, I would've