"Shut up! Isn't it chaotic enough already?" Liao Li furiously scolded, his voice filled with anger.
"You..."
The middle-aged man was none other than the father of Young Master Li, Li Chun. He was usually on good terms with Liao Li and had never seen Liao Li speak to him in such a tone. He was momentarily intimidated and sullenly closed his mouth.
After silencing Li Chun, Liao Li turned around and smiled at Ye Haochuan, saying, "My young friend, this is all just a misunderstanding!"
"A misunderstanding?" Ye Haochuan sneered, "My friend was beaten black and blue by you all, on the brink of death, and you intend to brush it off with one word—misunderstanding?"
As he spoke, Ye Haochuan suddenly lunged madly towards the wall beside him.
Before he could actually hit it, the wall was shredded into rubble by the Nine-Tailed Sword Qi. After breaking through three or four walls, he finally stopped.
