Just as the entire crowd stood stunned into a long silence, Shen Lang looked at the Third Elder and sneered, "You tell this old coot, is what I'm doing really that arrogant? That presumptuous?"
The Third Elder grabbed the enraged Fourth Elder, who was about to make a move. He dug his fingernails sharply into the Fourth Elder's palm, finally stopping the furious man.
His expression was extremely odd, and his eyes darted about evasively. He spoke with a hint of fear, "Today is the day of the Shen Family's annual martial tournament. You... what exactly do you want, coming here?"
The crowd was stunned once again...
'Something isn't right. The Third Elder has an even worse temper than the Fourth Elder. Why did he not only stop the Fourth Elder, but also sound so timid when he spoke? Is he afraid of Shen Lang? Shen Lang had already gone so far, even saying he would flatten the Shen Family. So why... This isn't right at all!'
