Without comparison, there would be no harm.
Yu Xianpo wanted to lift the blood oath to clear his name. Yu Xiandeng did not dare, so naturally he lost the people's support.
If he wanted to become the Prison Race's clan chief, the hearts of the Prison Race people were naturally important as well.
But Yu Xiandeng could not possibly swear an oath, because Chi Changjian truly had not killed his nephew.
Looking at Sikong Jing, his second brother, Yu Xianbao, saw his eyes light up and immediately fanned the flames...
"Fifth Brother, Little Brother Sikong is right."
"As long as you swear an oath to the Ancient Ancestor Hell Array, I will apologize to you at once and fully support the execution of Eighth Brother..."
At once, Yu Xiandeng's gaze turned wildly cold. He had never imagined things would turn out like this.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
All around them, the Prison Race elders and experts who had gathered began pointing and whispering at Yu Xiandeng.
Yu Xiandeng panicked, and Yu Xiangong panicked as well.
Below, a cold glint flashed through Hang Qusha's eyes as he said, "This is bad. If Yu Xiandeng is suppressed, the Prison Race may fall under Yu Xianpo's control in the future. We must help Yu Xiandeng out of this bind."
Hearing this, the Demon-Slaying Grand Elder immediately asked, "Young Master, how do we help him out of it?"
Hang Qusha's eyes chilled slightly. He suddenly flashed forward and asked, "Senior Xiandeng, is your nephew named Yu Cangqiong?"
The moment the words fell... swish, swish, swish!
Gazes came shooting over from every direction. After staring blankly for a moment, Yu Xiandeng seemed to understand something and asked, "Demon-Slaying Young Master, you know Cangqiong?"
Hearing that, Hang Qusha deliberately revealed a look of surprise...