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"Which bastard dares to compete with me? Do you not want to live anymore?" The youth's loud laughter abruptly stopped and his face turned ashen.

As though he had just eaten a meal, he couldn't help but shout in anger. He had never been treated like this before, and he had always been pampered since childhood.

However, after hearing that voice, his face could not help but turn pale. His face became bloodless and his body trembled like a sieve. He actually dared to threaten that person. Wasn't this just a lantern in the washroom — was he courting death?

This time, even his family would not be able to protect him, and they might even be implicated by him.

He tilted his head and looked pleadingly at his father, only to discover that his father, who was a quasi-Martial Saint, was also trembling. His face was bloodless and when he saw his father looking at him, he raised his hand and slapped him. "Bastard, you …"

"Jiang Zhen, are you threatening this Young Master?" Wen Shang's sinister voice, filled with boundless cold killing intent, spread throughout the entire auction hall, causing the Jiang father and son to feel as if they had fallen into an icehouse. They felt chills run down their spines.

Wen Shang's heart was filled with anger. To think that someone dared to threaten him. He even had the heart to kill.

From birth until now, other than the Ling, Qin, and Iron family, no one dared to threaten him, not even members of the imperial family. They even wanted to curry favor with him and flatter him.

Who would have thought that their Wen Yuan Marquis Estate side would actually threaten him in front of so many people today?

Did they really think that their Marquis Wen Yuan's Mansion had suffered a setback in the past few days and lost all its dignity? The dog that he had raised dared to bite back at its owner?

If he wasn't dealt with seriously, where would the dignity of his Wen Yuan's manor exist? How could he control his subordinates?

Of course, the most important thing was that he had been forced into a corner these few days. He was angry at Ling Yun, and scolded by Wen Cheng.

Even two of the businesses under Cloud Mist Tower's control had been taken back due to mismanagement, causing him to lose a large amount of wealth. How could he not be angry?

Right now, what he wanted to do the most was to let out a breath of air so that he would feel at ease. Otherwise, it would be detrimental to his cultivation, and he might even go berserk under the influence of those different auras.

This Jiang family had coincidentally crashed into his spear.

He also felt a bit of regret. After all, the Jiang family was a first-rate power and not weak at all. They were an important chess piece under his command. Was he going to give up on this chess piece?

He originally wanted to intentionally find trouble with the royal family, but it seemed that he would have to fail for now.

"Young duke, my son doesn't know what to say. Please forgive me. Jiang Zhao will take him to the manor to apologize to the young duke once the auction ends." The head of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhao, also called out with a trembling voice, "I received a treasure not too long ago that I can give to the young duke."

"Humph!" Wen Shang coldly snorted and said no more. His heart was somewhat moved. Besides, this truly was not a good place to punish. He had let people watch for nothing.

Seeing Wen Shang remain silent for a long time, the Jiang father and son couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. They must have been touched!

Pow!

Another resounding slap rang across the face of the infuriated Jiang Zhao. It seemed that he had spoiled his son to such an arrogant and despotic degree that he had provoked a calamity.

In his heart, he only hoped that the treasure he had obtained would move Wen Shang and make him forgive their Jiang family.

As for Jiang Zhen, if he could protect the sect, he would have to give up at most. Compared to his family's foundation and his own life, his son was nothing. At most, he could have another son.

When he thought of that treasure, he felt a wave of reluctance. That was the key to breaking through to Martial Saint!