"Whoosh..."
An intense Killing Aura surged out of Lin Shisan.
The colors of his eyes shifted, his left turning black and his right turning white.
Where black and white intersected lay an endless, churning abyss, enough to make anyone's heart tremble at the sight.
"Spare us... spare us, Immortal Lord..."
The six people kneeling on the ground nearly had their souls scared out of them.
Every one of them trembled, their calves cramping so badly they could barely get their words out.
They had thought Lin Shisan was just a simple, honest dark-skinned boy. Only now did they realize he was even more demonic than Ouyang Xiao.
He killed without batting an eye.
Even Ouyang Xiao could do nothing but kneel before him.
And he had said things like, "You're a member of the Demon Sect too," and, "This lowly one pays his respects, my lord." Had they stirred up a nest of demons?
"Roar..."
Accompanied by the Jiaolong True Spirit's roar, the Taiji Wheel in Lin Shisan's dantian began to turn.
The restless demonic qi instantly dispersed, all of it returning to the Taiji Wheel Disc like birds returning to their nest.
Lin Shisan's abnormal state changed in an instant as well.
Even his eyes gradually returned to their normal color, and he was once again that simple, honest dark-skinned boy.
The six people on the ground exchanged bewildered looks. What was happening? Had their eyes been playing tricks on them?
Why had they sensed two different auras from the dark-skinned boy, like black and white, two completely opposite extremes?
"Imm... Immortal Lord..."
One of the slightly bolder ones ventured softly, "Immortal Lord, can... can we leave now?"
Lin Shisan came back to his senses from that extreme state and nodded, doing his best to smile.
With a whoosh,