Crimson fire surged around the youth, his eyes flowing like molten lava as he swept his gaze across every face present.
Wherever his gaze landed, everyone bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
The Miracle Hand Doctors were even more terrified, dropping to their knees, heads bowed and bodies trembling.
Anyone not convinced?
No one dared not to submit!
Evan Lin opened his palm. There, a shriveled branch and leaf floated—untouched by the blazing flames, instead faintly shining with a divine glow.
It was none other than that half piece of the Thousand-Year Nirvana Leaf.
Evan put the Nirvana Leaf away, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned to stride forward.
With each step he took, the fire around him faded a little more. Even his crimson eyes grew clearer, and the flame-like red hair atop his head gradually shifted back to black as he moved forward.
"They've all submitted. What about you two?"
Evan spoke indifferently. After three steps, all his sharpness was withdrawn; the crimson faded, his eyes now black as the deepest cosmos, black hair drifting lightly. He looked less wild and unruly, more like a refined scholar.
All of this shifted in just a few seconds.
Evan's gaze was cool as he looked at the scruffy youth and Celine Lin in front of him.
"I submit! I submit! Please spare me, please don't kill me!"
Before the two could speak, Gary Liu—who'd already been scared out of his wits—crawled over sobbing to Evan's feet, reaching out to hug Evan's leg.
The moment Master Weiyao was reduced to ashes, Gary Liu had lost all thought of resistance. Now, his eyes were filled only with fear as he looked at Evan.
Evan tapped his toe, casually kicking Gary Liu aside like trash. Gary rolled a few times before stopping, utterly miserable.
"I... I submit."
The scruffy youth's face shifted through several expressions before he gritted his teeth and lowered his head.
"Good."