Qingya did not respond to Ye Feng's words, but his back visibly shuddered.
It was clear that Qingya was also in conflict, even in pain. After all, the Yin-Yang Temple was where he was nurtured, and Fusang was his homeland. Now, because of this exchange, he had become an enemy of the Yin-Yang Temple, and even a public enemy of his own country. Such a feeling was certainly hard to bear.
Divine Master Tanaka roared in anger, "Qingya, you damn dog, do you think without your help, I can't take down this brat Ye Feng? Just you wait, once I annihilate this Ye surname kid, then I'll deal with you next!"
Divine Master Zhen Ye also gritted his teeth and said, "Exactly, Lord Tanaka, Qingya dares to betray our Yin-Yang Temple. We must display his head on the Yin-Yang Hall and cleanse the dust of the hall with his blood. His body shall hang from the hall's rafters to show the world that the authority of our Yin-Yang Temple must never be betrayed."