Murong Zhe was momentarily at a loss for words before arguing, "That... that was shattered by that old hag Hu Lenghui! What does it have to do with me?"
At his words, Hu Lenghui's brows shot up, and she shouted furiously, "You ugly freak, Murong Zhe! You dare call me an old hag? You were the one who couldn't withstand my attack! Who else can you blame?"
Murong Zhe's eyes were deeply sunken as he said disdainfully, "Calling yourself an old woman makes you an old hag, doesn't it?!"
Hu Lenghui's soul power surged. "Your mouth really is twisted."
A figure appeared between them. It was Yan Jinzhong of the Wind Shadow Yan Family!
With a sweep of his hand, he carved a deep trench between the two. It was a warning!
He had rather fierce features, with a scar across his forehead!
Shen Lang walked slowly forward and said, "Brother Chu and Third Sister Liu have a point. You can dust off your backsides and leave, but are our shops supposed to pay for their own damaged goods?"
"Of course, Murong Zhe, don't worry. Fourth Lady Hu won't get off any easier. One million each."
Hu Lenghui glared at him and snapped, "Shen Lang, are you trying to fleece me? I get into one fight, and you pluck a million off me?!"
Shen Lang smiled calmly. "Every inch of land in Chang'an City is worth its weight in gold. These are all upscale shops. Look around and see whether what I've said is true."
Hu Lenghui surveyed her surroundings. Dozens of shops had collapsed or suffered damage, and they were all fairly high-end. Though this was a small marketplace, it was still a place frequented by the elite.
She also looked at the eight Soul Douluos standing ready around