Old Zheng glanced at Second Zheng and Third Zheng, his face shrouded in gloom. Under the side effects of the Ruthless Stone, everyone's first concern now was their own interests. As for brotherly affection, it was utterly meaningless! When their clan chose a leader, for instance, they ranked them by strength—and among these three, Old Zheng was naturally the strongest!
When Second Zheng saw that his elder brother actually regarded him and Third Zheng that way, his expression turned rather gloomy, but he still said, "Boss, if you sacrifice one person, none of us will have to undergo liberation by violence. Our tribe absolutely cannot lose most of its strength over this! So, don't you think you should..."
Third Zheng was quick to catch on and hurriedly chimed in, "Boss, as long as you undergo liberation by violence, we guarantee that you'll still be firmly seated as clan chief when you recover! Really!"
Old Zheng grabbed Second Zheng by the collar and said, "You've been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you? This clan chief will kill you first, then deal with the rest!"
Second Zheng was so frightened that his face turned ashen, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, if you stay behind, there'll only be one of you. How are we supposed to survive among so many tribes? If you die, we'll be able to preserve the greatest strength. The brothers probably think so too!"
The result was obvious. Not only did Third Zheng join in, but the other Heavenly Dao-realm members of the Flying Marten Tribe also gathered around. Naturally, they refused to undergo liberation by violence themselves. They were forcing him to abdicate!
A group of Demon Cultivators surrounded Third Zheng, their eyes gleaming green. If looks could kill, Old