At this, Sikong Jing smiled again...
"I merely made a tiny suggestion."
"Oh, right, Clan Chief. The selection of your Prison Race's clan chief should be fair and just as well—the strongest takes the position, correct?"
"It shouldn't be that you can simply pass it on to whomever you wish, should it?"
Sikong Jing completely ignored the doubts voiced by the Prison Race's domain masters behind Yu Xiandeng and continued to involve himself, continuing to question them.
His words made Yu Xiandeng and the others widen their eyes, killing intent surging within them.
At the same time, Yu Xianbao's entire body trembled slightly as he immediately spoke...
"Little Brother Sikong is absolutely right..."
"Our Prison Race's clan chief is naturally the strongest person, though the clan chief may set the rules."
"Generally, the position will not be handed over directly unless there are special circumstances."
As he said this, Yu Xianbao fixed a deathly stare on Yu Xiangong.
Sikong Jing's words had reminded him that Yu Xiangong had previously wanted to use the Hell Blood Oath as an excuse to pass the position to Yu Xiandeng. Given the circumstances back then, even he would have found it difficult to stop it. But now, Yu Xiangong absolutely could not be allowed another chance to hand over his position.
He had laid everything bare.
It just so happened that the Prison Race elders and the rest were all present.
If the clan chief insisted on handing over the position, then with the matter laid bare—and with the clan chief practically making his favoritism toward Yu Xiandeng explicit—more people would step forward in fierce opposition.
To put it bluntly, Sikong Jing's words were still making Yu Xiandeng lose the support of some people.
Forcing the clan chief to pass on the position fairly.