The moment Wang Tian finished speaking, the entire arena fell into deathly silence. The Wang Family disciples all widened their eyes and stared at Wang Tian.
The spectators in the plaza were also thoroughly thunderstruck.
You... this... sigh, you... sigh.
"Cousin, I know there's resentment in your heart, but this Grand Competition for the family head isn't child's play. Once I'm done, I'll spar with you. Don't worry, I guarantee I won't fight back—I'll let you vent properly."
"For now, I hope you'll step down and stop delaying everyone's time."
"Me too. Cousin, step down first. Once this is over, I'll stand there and let you hit me so you can vent properly."
"Mm-hmm. Cousin, go down and wait first. Once I obtain the position of family head, I'll make the Yin-Yang Sacred Land give us an explanation."
The disciples all tried to persuade him. Though they held prejudices against Wang Tian, they absolutely harbored no murderous intent toward him.
After all, the same blood flowed through their veins. No matter how much relatives might hate one another, it would not reach the point of meeting each other with weapons drawn.
They also sympathized with Wang Tian greatly, so they did not particularly dislike him, nor did they take him seriously.
This was the fundamental reason the Wang Family had endured for over a hundred million years. They might mock and insult each other, but it was still far from becoming a life-and-death feud.
Could a family that casually shouted about killing its own blood relatives survive for over a hundred million years? Give it a rest—it would've been finished long ago.
Listening to the voices trying to dissuade him, the corners of Wang Tian's lips lifted slightly. Then he spread his hands.
*No more pretending. I'll lay my cards