Zhou Hong only had one son, and he would grant all his requests. Now that he saw Zhou Sheng's cold corpse lying here, it was easy to imagine his mood.
His eyes were bloodshot, and a powerful suction force came from his palm. A disciple of the Five Poison Sect came in front of him uncontrollably, and he was immediately grabbed by the throat.
"Who killed my son?!"
"Great Elder, please spare me. Young Master's body was found in the forest a hundred meters away from the sect. When we rushed over, he was already dead."
"The young master's fatal wound is on his abdomen. He used his own dagger, which was dipped in lethal poison..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Hong's expression was terrifying to look at. He exerted more force in his hand and said in a dark tone, "Are you saying that my son committed suicide?"