Zhang Chen looked coldly at the disciples drawing blades against him, contempt flickering in his eyes, his voice threaded with icy chill. "Not only will none of you get to use Yellow Springs Water, neither will your descendants or the Lineages behind you. Unless the Lineages behind you chop off your heads and deliver them to me, I will not give them any opportunity."
Zhang Chen was never one to fear making a spectacle bigger. He even opened his mouth to provoke the Zhang Family disciples preparing to besiege him, with not a shred of pity in his heart. Killing Intent showed in his eyes. If Third Uncle-Grandfather had not been backing him today, would these people spare him once they gained the upper hand?
As for the two sides coming to blows?
Zhang Chen could not have wished for it more. Then he could openly strike and kill Zhang Shenqi and the others. He did not mind displaying a little of his skill and letting everyone know just how formidable he was.
"Zhang Chen! Stop pouring oil on the flames!" Zhang Gaqi's expression changed. Seeing the atmosphere stretched taut as drawn swords and nocked bows, he hurriedly rebuked him. "We are all blood relatives. What cannot be discussed?"
"Blood relatives? Heh." Zhang Chen sneered. "Some people have never treated me as blood family! Let me make this clear today: either Zhang Shenqi steps down and supports me as the family head, or every man, woman, old, and young of the Zhang Family can wait for your bloodline to be severed."
Zhang Chen's attitude was exceedingly forceful, stubborn as an iron-headed bull, leaving not the slightest room for retreat.
"Zhang Chen, stop making trouble. Must you watch the Zhang Family split apart before you are satisfied?" Zhang Gaqi rebuked Zhang