Tang Changsheng cursed, though he knew his outburst had come out of nowhere.
After all, the Three Households had been in chaos at the time. Deng Ruiming had been assassinated, and the City God Temple had suddenly lost its chief priest. Most of the others were ordinary mortals; naturally, they had not noticed what the enemy was doing.
Still, it was fortunate that the Blood Demon had made its move. Otherwise, Tang Changsheng could hardly have taken over this City God Underworld Office, whether by strength or by right!
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he walked toward the low table.
The closer he drew, the more violently the pool churned, as though some enormous creature were about to emerge.
Just as Tang Changsheng was about to reach the table, boom! Blood splashed up. Foul, blackish-red blood erupted from the pool, struck the hall's ceiling, then scattered down like flowers cast by a celestial maiden.
Tang Changsheng and the ten soldiers of the Foot Soldier Corps were about to be drenched when the Flood Dragon's Divine Soul wheeled around and blocked every last drop.
But the Flood Dragon's Divine Soul let out a shriek. Like a loach doused with boiling water, it hissed and steamed, roaring in pain as it shrank back into Tang Changsheng's hand and became a pearl.
Most of the foul blood in the pool was gone, leaving only a thin layer. At the bottom lay a strange-looking Demon God. Scales covered its humanoid body, but a huge tail rose behind it.
As Tang Changsheng looked closer, he saw two more heads growing from the Demon God's skull. Its hands and feet had warped into something like sharp claws.
More importantly, an indescribable power emanated from the Demon God. It looked terribly weak, yet at its