Sheng Minghui's Wrath

Sheng Minghui stared at the still anesthetized Sheng Anhe, his gaze as sharp as a knife, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Endless rage surged through his veins, roaring and boiling!

The immense killing intent emanating from him filled the air, causing a thin layer of frost to form on the ground.

All the medical staff present felt as if they were in an icehouse, shivering with cold, and their pressure multiplied.

Everyone knew that Sheng Minghui's anger was boiling inside him, and they became even more cautious, afraid to speak lightly.

Some people even silently distanced themselves, avoiding being implicated.

Sheng Minghui was the commander of the Silver Armor Corps, the pillar of the Sheng family, and the most trusted subordinate under Sikong Great King. His strength was unimaginable, and he had made countless meritorious deeds, with an impressive military record.

At the same time, his temper was notoriously cruel.