Time Travel: Did My Sister-in-Law Get Slapped in the Face Today?

"Are you all insane? That's a traitor!"

"How can we join traitors in plotting to murder the head of the family?"

"Are you trying to become traitors and rebels?"

Elder Luo and the others shouted to stop them, but now, tempted by the prospect of survival, they were unable to resist. In a short time, four-fifths of the family members had left.

Zi Muqi brought over a thousand people with him, but now only two or three hundred remain by his side.

Almost all of them were from his lineage. They knew that even if they joined Zimu Mountain, their future would probably be miserable, so they stayed.

Seeing this, Zi Mushan smiled with satisfaction and said leisurely, "Brother, do you think we still need to fight to determine a winner?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Muqi's face turned extremely grim.

World War I?

Does he still have the resources to fight?

"Patriarch, we've fallen into a trap. We shouldn't have handed over Celestial Master Wu Heng..."

Elder Luo whispered beside him, his face extremely gloomy.

Zi Muqi had also realized what was happening and subconsciously glanced at Li Lan outside the light screen.

If he had insisted on protecting Li Lan just now, then under the leadership of Li Lan, a purification master, the entire clan might have had a chance to turn the tide...

However, after handing over Li Lan, he lost all his advantages, which was equivalent to giving up his biggest card.

Even worse, doing so might make his tribesmen think he is ungrateful and cold-blooded.

Faced with a life-or-death decision, how could they possibly follow him again?

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he instantly felt extremely regretful!

"That's enough...that's enough!"

He sighed deeply. Even with a thousand regrets, what could he do at this moment?

“Zi Muqi, all you want is power. From now on, the position of head of the Zi Mu clan is yours.”

"I am willing to lead my people away from the family, find a new place, and settle down!"

He spoke, taking out a white bone jade tablet and saying, "This is the order of the family head; take it!"

They gave up the competition.

Upon hearing this, Zi Mushan smiled slightly but did not reply. Instead, he bowed to Bai Qingyan beside him and said, "Master Bai, please help me cross over. From now on, the Zi Mu clan will obey your commands!"

The demonic energy was still rampant, and he was so eager to get his hands on the jade tablet that he couldn't wait to get his hands on it immediately.

However, once he stepped from Bai Qingyan's side into the light barrier, he would have had a hard time resisting the malice around him without Bai Qingyan's help.

"This talisman will protect you."

Bai Qingyan spoke calmly, and with a wave of her hand, a yellow talisman landed in Zimu Mountain's hand. Zimu Mountain bowed respectfully, then turned and headed towards the Zimu Clan.

"The demon's malice is nearing its limit. Don't damage this excellent furnace. Go and bring it here."

Bai Qingyan then waved her hand, and Qi, the temple priest, also received a yellow talisman. He hurriedly headed towards Li Lan.

He quickly walked to Li Lan's side, but felt that the coldness around Li Lan was almost freezing into water. Even with the warm yellow talisman protecting him, his body still couldn't help but tremble, his teeth were chattering slightly, and his steps slowed down a little...

At this moment, Zimu Mountain, holding the Yellow Talisman, stepped into the light curtain formed by the Zimu Clan.

Zi Muxiu, Zi Muchi, and the others hurriedly came forward to greet him and followed behind him.

Zi Mushan was in a great mood. He strode up to Zi Muqi, smiled, and said, "Brother, now that I am the head of the family, it would be best if you knelt down and presented this item to me!"

He wanted to publicly and completely shatter Zi Muqi's authority.

Once Zi Muqi kneels down, he can forget about ever holding his head high again, and he'll never be able to compete with him again.

Upon hearing this, Zi Muqi's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

It's normal to accept defeat in a power struggle, but to ask him to kneel down... how can his dignity accept that?

"Don't kneel?"

Zimu Mountain spoke coldly.

Zi Muqi gritted his teeth, but still lowered his head, preparing to kneel...