In an instant, everyone's eyes turned toward Zhao Huchen.
Chen Wen also slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Huchen calmly.
Facing everyone's gazes, Zhao Huchen calmly set down his teacup and said flatly, "What? Am I not even allowed to show a little emotion?"
Before Chen Wen could respond, Ning Qingxue rose to her feet. "You can show emotion, but you can't target people from our Asura Faction."
"If you refuse to accept that, then come and test it."
Ning Qingxue's voice was icy, threaded with wisps of killing intent.
The expression on Zhao Huchen's face darkened, and he likewise let the baleful aura around him surge forth.
For a moment, the two stood like the point of a needle facing the tip of an awl.
The Qi throughout the hall was gradually strangled away, and the atmosphere slowly turned deathly heavy as well.
Watching this scene, a flicker passed through the eyes of both Su Yourong and Li Chenyang.
Ning Qingxue bore the title White-Haired Asura. She acted decisively and ruthlessly; anyone who offended her would surely die, roots and all.
The name White-Haired Asura referred not only to her head of white hair, but also to the merciless way she left no room for retreat in her actions.
Zhao Huchen, meanwhile, bore the title Bloodhand Tyrant, which likewise described his violent and cruel way of handling matters. To say he killed as easily as cutting hemp would not be an exaggeration.
Now that these two figures of extreme conduct had come head-to-head, there was simply no question of either backing down.
Just then, Chen Wen also stood up and calmly walked to Ning Qingxue's side.
"Interesting."
Zhao Huchen licked his scarlet tongue.
In his view, Chen Wen truly had some nerve to step forward at such