C622 scolding

Kong Shujie wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and clenched his fist with force. A faint trace of blood-red viciousness could be seen flowing through his veins, but the qi flow that Kong Shujie released was not darkness, nor fire, nor wind.

The corners of Kong Shujie's eyes were bloodshot, black veins filled his arms as his blood had already turned black