Watching Wang Yan leave, Blackfoot burst into laughter and said, "Hahaha, you actually want to enter the tournament. I finally have my chance for revenge."
At this moment, Jing Bian walked up behind Blackfoot flatteringly and said, "Sir, I doubt he will actually enter the tournament."
Blackfoot shook his head and said, "He clearly took an oath just now."
Jing Bian replied, "Perhaps, you didn't catch his words clearly, Sir. He said that if he doesn't go, you'd have to acknowledge him as your ancestor. If he goes, then he's your ancestor. In other words, whether he goes or not, he's your ancestor."
Hearing Jing Bian's words, Blackfoot was momentarily stunned, his face flushed red. He had been so pleased with himself earlier, but now he finally understood that Wang Yan had tricked him once again.
At this moment, Blackfoot heard the people around them start to chuckle discreetly.
Furious, Blackfoot whipped around and slapped Jing Bian hard across the face, sending him flying away.
