The Prodigies War

Chapter 1798: All Knees On the Ground

Chapter 1798: All Knees On the Ground

Yu Bikong’s words had been said with utter nonchalance, but his method was shrewd.

Everyone was rendered speechless.

Right at this moment, the clan’s ancestor Yu Xuelin snorted, “Simply nonsense. As the head of the clan, how will you convince everyone to follow your lead when you are defending an enemy who killed our clansmen?”

“Precisely!” The energized elders took this opportunity to say, “We just can’t accept this matter being settled in this way!”

“Can’t accept?” Yu Bikong swept his eyes over the crowd and uttered, “Then endure!”

All the old faces present sank in rage.

Yu Bikong remained indifferent, “As long as I’m still the head of the Yu Clan, I’m naturally in charge of all our matters.”

“Impertinent!” Yu Xuelin’s beard flared in anger. How could he not hear that Yu Bikong was indirectly criticizing him? He took a deep breath, his expression gloomy. “Bikong, are you really so bent on having your way?”

The atmosphere grew tense and oppressive all of the sudden.

Faced with the criticism of so many high-ranking figures, the pressure his father was under right now had to be unimaginable!

Yu Bikong’s brows gradually furrowed as he heavily asked, “Clan Uncle, are you questioning my ability as the clan head?”

“Good, good, good!” Yu Xuelin was so furious that his face became livid. “Everyone, now that you have all seen how stupid Bikong is acting, I suggest he be stripped of his position as the patriarch.”

The moment these words came out, the entire field was appalled.

The eyes of the Yu Clan’s bigwigs flickered. Some were astonished, some were elated, and some were rejoicing in Yu Bikong’s misery.

Even Lin Xun had not expected the old man to be so ruthless.

However, Yu Bikong was unfazed. ‘‘Want to abolish me? Simple. As long as more than half of the thirteen clan uncles agree to it, then I, Yu Bikong, will immediately step down.”

Yu Xuelin suddenly revealed an ominous smile. “This is what you said, Bikong.”

While Yu Bikong’s expression didn’t fluctuate, his heart jumped with a bad premonition. Don’t tell me the old fogey has something planned?

Sure enough, Yu Xuelin proceeded to declare thunderously, “Everyone, you have all seen what Bikong has done. It’s time to make a statement!”

Everyone present was shocked. Anyone who wasn’t an idiot realized that Yu Xuelin had planned this!

The seniors wore different expressions as they rapidly calculated in their minds.

This had happened all too sudden. No one had imagined that what was originally a trial against an outsider would be used by Yu Xuelin to seize the position of clan head from Yu Bikong.

This was simply earth-shaking as it would change the situation of their clan completely!

“Bikong, you have disappointed us. I agree with Xuelin’s suggestion.” A divine rainbow appeared out of thin air and transformed into a short, rotund old man.

Immediately following, one person appeared after another, all of whom were reclusive old ancestors of the Yu Clan.

“I agree.”

“I also agree.”

The atmosphere in the area became increasingly oppressive, to the point that the air thickened.

Yu Yunhe’s face changed drastically. His hands and feet went cold as he shouted furiously in his heart, “This is a conspiracy! A well-prepared conspiracy!”

Lin Xun watched it with cold eyes, but inwardly, he also lamented the abrupt turn of events.

As for himself, it was merely by coincidence that he had served as a trigger in this.

“I also agree.”

When the seventh ancestor figure appeared and announced his stand, the atmosphere became similar to a volcano that erupted after being suppressed for a long time.

Some elders could no longer repress their inner joy and laughed out loud, “Hahaha, it’s over for you, Yu Bikong. From this moment onward, you’re no longer the patriarch!”

According to the rules, as long as over half of the thirteen clan elders agreed, Yu Bikong would lose his position.

And now, such a thing had come true!

The field was restless. The Yu Clan’s bigwigs displayed different things on their faces: incredulous, overjoyed, and smirks of schadenfreude.

Someone voiced their emotion out with a sneer, “Losing your position as the clan head for the sake of an insignificant outsider, alas… Is it even worth it, Yu Bikong?”

Even Yu Yunzheng and the juniors felt like they were dreaming at this moment. You can take away the position of clan leader just like that?

Sure enough, ginger gets spicier as it gets older!

“This is a conspiracy!” roared Yu Yunhe angrily.

Yu Bikong patted him on the shoulder and said, “It’s important to remain calm in every major event, Yunhe. It’s not yet decided, so do not lose your mind over it.”

“Father…” Yu Yunhe’s eyes reddened.

He felt like all of this had happened because of him, and it filled him with immense guilt.

“Bikong, what else do you have to say now?” Yu Xuelin looked triumphant as his expression carried a hint of arrogance.

This invisible battle had come to an end.

And he, Yu Xuelin, was the ultimate winner.

“I just didn’t expect that you would involve yourselves in such a corrupt plan. So it seems, not only can’t you tolerate my son’s participation in the race to decide the future patriarch, but you clearly have also long felt unwilling to have me lead the clan,” sighed Yu Bikong.

Yu Biyuan’s group were standing near him. As his most capable support, they were all anxious and furious to see him suddenly being plotted against like this.

“Heh, your problem can be discussed later. Right now, it’s time to settle this outsider,” laughed Yu Xuelin as he turned to the distant Lin Xun.

Everyone else also looked over, their expressions cold.

Now that this young man has lost Yu Bikong’s protection, what else does he have to escape death?

The group of juniors even clamored, “Ancestor, kill him!”

“You dare!?” Yu Yunhe rushed up, his eyes bloodshot as though he had gone mad. “If you want to deal with my friend, then you’ll have to kill me first!”

It was only that, in the eyes of the others, his behavior appeared powerless and absurd.

Since the situation was as good as settled, what else could a disempowered Yu Yunhe do?

“Yunhe, even you can’t escape the blame for what happened today. We’ll settle it with you and your father after I execute this criminal” Yu Xuelin waved his sleeve.

Boom!

A terrifying force swept out toward Lin Xun.

Quasi-Emperor Stage!

Lin Xun’s gaze became focused, but his expression remained calm. He didn’t even make a move and just quietly watched.

Pa!

A crisp slap sounded.

Lin Xun stood still, unharmed.

Before him, however, Yu Xuelin seemed to be viciously knocked by an invisible slap as his old face became red and swollen, and his hair disheveled.

Seeing him stagger and almost fall on the ground, everyone could imagine how great the force was!

The entire field was stunned, eyes and mouth agape in disbelief. What had just happened?

A mighty ancestor of the Imperial Yu Clan, a quasi-Emperor expert who had long become famous in the Great Yu World, was slapped in the face while attacking?

The smug bigwigs who were expecting a good show all gasped, and their faces changed drastically.

Who did that?

The other ancestors were also alarmed as their pupils constricted.

“What the…?” Even Yu Yunhe’s eyes went round as he was struck dumb. This also interrupted him from going crazy from anxiety and fury.

Only Yu Bikong was unperturbed. But while he seemed to have expected this, his eyes still rippled with strange emotions.

“Who is the daring bastard that attacked me from the shadows?” Yu Xuelin flew into a rage. It would be utterly embarrassing if word got out that he had been slapped in front of a whole crowd.

Pa!

Yu Xuelin’s question still echoed when he received another slap. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and a good number of teeth fell out. He groaned in pain.

This time, the audience was no longer shocked, but horrified!

It was simply frightening that someone was able to slap a quasi-Emperor without anyone knowing who they were.

“Who is it?!” Yu Xuelin was on the verge of going crazy from rage. His old face had become similar to a pig’s head. He looked miserable, to say the least.

Swish swish swish!

The ancestor figures present all moved to guard in front of Yu Xuelin and looked around in anxiety and confusion.

This was the territory of their Imperial Yu Clan, and they had inhabited this place for generations. Even so, their hair all stood on end when facing something so bizarre and horrifying.

As for the other people present, they were all gawking in bewilderment, feeling chills running down their spines.

“Disgraceful, unseemly!”

In the midst of silence, a deep and thick voice rang out. As each word struck like thunder, many people suffered dizzy spells and nearly coughed up blood.

In the ears of the old ancestors, this voice was simply the most terrifying suppression in the world.

There was no time to struggle as a boundless power enveloped the seven ancestors including Yu Xuelin. Their knees dropped to the ground in unison.

The entire field was drained of all sounds.

All eyes went wide open. Everyone froze on the spot.

It was at this moment that ripples appeared in the void, from which an old man clad in a daoist robe emerged. With black beard and hair, calm and still eyes, and a figure that was almost illusory, he gave people a sense of infinite might.

He is…

It was as though he was the only supreme lord of heaven and earth!

“I didn’t think that you’d have to bear witness to such a farce during our reunion, little friend.”

As soon as the daoist-robed old man appeared, he turned to Lin Xun with a wry smile.

Some of the experts present, who had guessed the identity of this old man, stiffened as a storm took over their hearts.

Lin Xun smiled. “I didn’t expect it either, Senior.”

The daoist-robed old man sighed softly, “It is unfortunate that these descendants of my Yu Clan…are becoming more and more incompetent…”

Meanwhile, Yu Bikong took a deep breath, stepped forward, and solemnly bowed to him, “Your clumsy descendant, Yu Bikong, pays respects to Ancestor Qingyang!”

Hearing this, the dubious crowd acted as if they were struck by lightning.

Ancestor Qingyang!

He…he has returned!

No wonder that no one could find out who slapped Yu Xuelin; no wonder he could suppress all the other ancestors to their knees.

In the face of Ancestor Qingyang, Yu Xuelin and these quasi-Emperors were no different from children who couldn’t take a punch!

Thud! Thud!

One by one, Yu Xuelin’s group fell to the ground shivering as they were paralyzed with fear.

Originally, they had been thoroughly embarrassed and furious, but now that they knew who their opponents were, they were terrified to the extreme.