The members of the various families and influences all thought they had misheard.
Was that... an insult?
Was that Shen Lang, the good-for-nothing from the Shen Family, cursing at someone from the Holy Light Sect, a Profound Iron Level Influence?
He's crazy. He must have gone completely insane!
Even City Lord Ye Xiao Zheng would have to be completely respectful and hold his breath in their presence. This was just asking for death, wasn't it?
'Could it be that he thinks just because he has the Treasure Pavilion's protection, he doesn't need to fear the Holy Light Sect?'
As if things weren't chaotic enough...
"You... You dare curse me! You must have a death wish, don't you? Do you know who I am? I am a thirty-eighth generation descendant of the founding ancestor of the Holy Light Sect..."
"Oh, hello there, descendant. I've heard so much about you. Your reputation truly precedes you," Shen Lang said, cutting Yao Chengjie off.
The entire auction house erupted once again.
