When Gong Jingzhuo saw Bei Ji, the young man exuded a faint chill, bearing an air that warned strangers to stay away.
Yet with just a single glance, Gong Jingzhuo could tell that the man before him was no ordinary figure. Even without deliberately releasing an imposing aura, a faint, lingering trace of slaughter clung to him.
Countless lives had undoubtedly ended at his hands. An aura of bloodshed like that could only come from someone forged on the battlefield.
Chapter 941