The spiritual energy that peeled away the disguise of Damien Infernos did not reveal the handsome, menacing youth described by the Blood Monarch.
The crimson red hair changed its colour to midnight black. Then Damien's nose, mouth, and entire facial structure altered into those of just another ordinary-looking young man with a sunny, harmless face.
But the spectators were not easily fooled this time. The spiritual sense of every cultivator present pierced the facade. They could all see the cunning and cold calculation radiating behind that seemingly innocent smile.
This was no loyal disciple; this was the predator himself.
Vahn Necrotis smirked, as if taking cold pleasure in the awestruck faces of his enemies and the millions in the crowd.
"What? Are you all surprised?" he mocked without fear.
Hearing him, the shock instantly turned into searing, righteous fury.
An Elder, his face contorted with rage and betrayal, barked loudly:
