Given the state of Drum Mountain City, was he to stand against the whole temple by himself? That was out of the question! Wiping it out was a matter for his superiors and had very little to do with him.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice reached the ears of both men. 

"Oh? The scent of a true demon. I never expected to find one sitting in a yamen. You've killed a blood descendant of my Temple of Flesh and Blood, though, and I'm afraid it's too late to leave."

The faces of both men changed in an instant.

"Who's there?!"

The half-demon's eyes snapped to the doorway. A great crowd of people gathered at the door in a rush; every last one of them was a blood descendant.

"Guards! Somebody, quickly!" Zhang Qing's voice rose sharply. "Who are you people, forcing your way into a yamen?"

"Save your breath. There is nobody left in your yamen. Have a look at who these men are." Chen Ping said it with a smi...