บท 112: Painted Skin

The five old priests quickly carried the corpse of their disciple and retreated. They did not care about the Eyang Sect's priest who had gone out of his way to help them.

The Eyang Sect's enlightened light bearer San Tong looked stunned before bursting with anger. He gritted his teeth as his hair stood up and he bellowed, "Anger, anger, rushing up the head!" His voice has barely faded away when his hair, which had been tied in a bun, broke loose. His long hair began elongating furiously and started dancing in the wind. It felt like the air itself could not contain its exuberant fury and crackling sounds could be heard. Enchanted flames appeared in the air and hit Leyang Wen's face as quick as lightning.