"snort!"
The right calf was pierced, and Yang Chong was extremely tough. He groaned and fell to the ground on his right knee, but he tried to stand up with the other leg.
Yang Chong knew that this was his life and death moment. The altar leader named Hong was really weird. If he really wanted to stay here, he would not be able to save his life.
Therefore, he made a prompt decision. After standing up with the support of his intact leg, he rushed towards the door again, trying to escape from this dangerous place first.
Whoosh!
However, at this moment, Yang Chong heard the sound of breaking wind again.
Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bloody cold light flying over his left calf again.
"not good!"
Thinking of a possibility, Yang Chong's heart sank to the bottom.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the sharp dagger controlled by Qin Yang's mind.
Crack!
There was another soft sound, and everyone saw a blood flower shooting up again, and this time the flying knife pierced Yang Chong's left calf.
No matter how tough Yang Chong was, when both sides of his calves were pierced by flying knives, a sense of powerlessness came over him instantly, making him finally unable to hold on any longer and fell to his knees directly.
"this……"
Seeing this scene, everyone onlookers knew that Yang Chong was probably helpless.
But the shock and confusion in their hearts could not calm down for a long time.
It is true that Yang Chong, a strong man in the early stages of building the realm, was defeated this time in a very strange and inexplicable way.
The flying knife was obviously sacrificed by Yang Chong, but why did it suddenly turn in the middle and shoot a bloody hole in each of its owner's legs?
"The Altar Master is too terrifying. Even a master of the Split Realm may not be able to do this kind of method, right?"
This is the subconscious thought in everyone's mind. When something is beyond their understanding, they no longer think about getting to the bottom of it, but feel awe.
One thing they can be sure of is that if they dare to be disrespectful to the Altar Master, or have some strange thoughts, the Altar Master may not even have to do it themselves to kill them.
The opponent only needs a thought to make one or more blood holes appear on his body, just like Yang Chong who is kneeling on the ground at this time.
"me……"
Yang Chong, who had just knelt on the ground, wanted to struggle again, but the severe pain from his legs made him feel desperate after a moment.
Especially when he saw the bloody dagger floating not far in front of him, all his energy and pride were blown away.
Dong dong dong...
Under the strange gazes of everyone, Yang Chong's reaction was quite fast.
He directly touched his head to the ground and kowtowed three times in a row. When he raised his head, his forehead was already red and swollen.
"Master Altar Master, I was wrong. It was my lard that deceived my heart. I dared to go against you. I simply overestimated my capabilities. Please forgive me this time!"
Yang Chong just lowered his head, but he kept saying words of begging for mercy, which made everyone amazed.
Thinking about how Yang Chong was so arrogant when he entered here just now, Zhao Hu was seriously injured with a casual palm and he couldn't even get up.
At first, everyone thought that even the master of the Flood Altar might not be able to deal with Yang Chong.
From now on, this guy will at least be on an equal footing with the altar owner in the Flood Altar.
Unexpectedly, when the Altar Master arrived, he first let Zhao Hu break through to the realm building, and then without moving his body, Yang Chong, the master of realm building, ended up like this.
Comparing the two, Yang Chong, who was jumping up and down before, was like a ridiculous clown, and there was no comparison at all.
Thinking about it, Yang Chong finally realized this. In order to save his own life, he could only kowtow and beg for mercy, hoping that the altar master would spare his life.
However, Yang Chong still feels that he is very hopeful. After all, he is a master in the early stage of building the realm. Now that the Flood Altar is newly established, doesn’t the altar owner need a right-hand man?
"I promise that from now on, I will only obey the orders of the Altar Master, and I will never frown even in the face of mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
Yang Chong was still there and kept reassuring, so Zhao Hu on the other side did not take action at this time, but turned back to look at Qin Yang.
"Today is the first meeting of our Flood Altar. It can be regarded as the founding meeting of our Flood Altar."
Qin Yang glanced at Yang Chong indifferently, and the words that came out of his mouth made everyone a little confused. Do they need to emphasize this deliberately?
They all used to belong to the three altars of Feirenzhai, and the mutants of the Xiangyun Sect were also under Luo Xiang's command. Now that they are all together, they will naturally become members of the Shuishui Temple in the future.
I would like to ask, with the Altar Master so established just now, who would dare to have the slightest dissent?
"The Altar of Floods has just been established, and blood is needed to sacrifice the flag!"
Qin Yang's voice became a bit colder, then he turned his head and stared at Zhao Hu and said, "Zhao Hu, do you understand what I mean?"
"Ah? Got it!"
Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, and then a glimmer of excitement rose in his eyes. He looked at Yang Chong over there, filled with extremely murderous intent.
Zhao Hu didn't have the slightest fondness for Yang Chong.
There was already a feud between the two sides, and today they were humiliated by the other side. Old and new hatreds came to mind, and he would not show any mercy.
Just now, Zhao Hu was still a little unsure about the altar master's thoughts. He felt that Yang Chong was also a master in the early stage of realm construction and was very important to the newly established flood altar.
Now it seems that in the heart of the Altar Master, Yang Chong, who is in the early stage of building a realm, is no different from a chicken or a dog. They are all objects that can be used to establish authority.
In ancient times, when a gang sect was established, it was indeed necessary to kill chickens and sheep to sacrifice the flag. This was a big event.
Worshiping to heaven to announce the founding of the sect is also considered a ritual.
However, the human sacrifice flag has been invisible for a long time, and Zhao Hu also knew that this was just an excuse for the altar owner, who wanted to use this matter to establish his authority.
In this case, what worries does Zhao Hu have?
The new and old accounts were settled together, and he was very grateful to the Altar Master for giving him this opportunity.
"No...you...you can't kill me!"
Seeing Zhao Hu walking towards him with a big knife, all Yang Chong's confidence was knocked to the bottom. He knew that he might die in an instant.
"I...I am in the early stage of building a realm, Hong Tan..."
Uh-huh!
Just when Yang Chong was about to say something to plead with Qin Yang, the sword in Zhao Hu's hand suddenly fell down and struck his neck accurately.
For a moment, blood spurted out wildly, and the hot blood spurted from Yang Chong's neck rose up to a height of more than one meter. It looked strangely bloody and spectacular. (End of chapter)
