The Renowned Chosen Group

Before long, Zhao Chen's howls gradually weakened, until they finally fell silent.

The vast Xinglan Club was left in dead silence.

The young man who had struck him slowly straightened up, his chest heaving violently.

His clenched fists remained taut, trembling uncontrollably.

As someone who had been through it himself, Chu Sheng could tell at a glance that this young man was definitely killing someone for the first time.

When he had acted, he had relied on a surge of hot-blooded fury.

But once that ruthlessness passed, the lingering fear of taking a life for the first time came flooding in.

That was why his whole body was shaking, as though he could barely stand.

Chu Sheng's gaze was calm as he secretly mused that this was perfectly normal.

Not everyone was as extraordinarily gifted as he was.

For this youth to rise up in resistance after being humiliated, and even dare to strike with lethal force, was already quite admirable!

He was good material, but not worth cultivating...

He withdrew his gaze and looked toward Zhao Shanhe not far away.

At that moment, Zhao Shanhe's eyes had already turned blood-red.

As Xifeng Base City's foremost powerhouse and the Zhao Family's unquestioned ruler—

He could only watch helplessly as his own son was beaten to death before his eyes.

Overwhelming rage and humiliation surged within him, nearly swallowing his reason whole.

Yet when that towering fury met the cold gaze Chu Sheng cast his way, more than half of it was instantly doused.

There was no killing intent in that gaze, no anger, not even a trace of emotion.

Such casual indifference sent a chill rising from the depths of Zhao Shanhe's bones.

His throat bobbed, every word weeping blood.

"My son may have been at fault, but no matter