"Borrowing your own words, I'm in a very good mood right now and don't feel like killing you. If you shut up now, I can spare your life. But if you keep courting death like this, I won't mind killing you."
On the path to becoming strong, Uchiha Madara had encountered countless people and fought countless battles. The blood on his hands was far from little.
As a powerful man, he took life and death very lightly. Therefore, he neither feared nor disliked killing someone.
And in the past, someone like Su Yang would have been wiped out with a single slap. Yet for some reason, in front of Bai Ling'er, Uchiha Madara suddenly did not seem quite so bloodthirsty.
He did not want to leave Bai Ling'er with a bad impression of him, an impression of someone who killed recklessly. Thus, he did not act. He merely looked quietly at Su Yang before him and gave him one final warning.
Perhaps because he possessed the Sharingan, Uchiha Madara's gaze was exceptionally frightening. Whenever he looked at someone, even unconsciously, his eyes carried a murderous aura. Anyone with a weaker disposition would become afraid.
Of course, this was not something Uchiha Madara did deliberately, but an unconscious habit. Naturally, he was unaware of it, because too many people had shown fear in front of him.
Almost everyone who had fought him had revealed a fearful expression under his hands. Thus, Uchiha Madara had long grown accustomed to seeing fear on his opponents' faces.
When Uchiha Madara cast him a glance, Su Yang happened to see those unusual eyes. They were different from an ordinary person's eyes, exceptionally profound. Within them, there were no pupils like those of normal people.
Instead, there were three Magatama. They looked terrifying, so terrifying that