But the next second, his gaze passed through a crowd of ninjas to Ke Yongzhu, only to quickly notice that something seemed amiss.
At this moment, an ancient bronze bell hung in mid-air, radiating a divine and solemn aura. Several ninjas in black were striking the bell heavily with their sticks.
The body of the bell trembled, and the mingling of the sticks and the bell produced a deafening roar, like the music of a church ceremony.
Ke Yongzhu knelt on the ground, his hands clutching his head as he screamed.
In the tolling of the bell, his pupils suddenly slit, turned a dark red, then dilated and reverted to deep black.
His body manifested the same phenomena, at times displaying layers of overlapping scales, and at other times reverting to the skin of a human child, as if restrained by some force.
The next moment, a figure in a crimson ninja outfit leapt from the shadows, raised a tachi forged from dragon bones, and without hesitation, stabbed towards Ke Yongzhu's right eye.
