Villain: Can I see what's wrong with the life script?

He knows the power of the Nether Altar Master.These elders must not be his opponents!
Sure enough, not long after, several muffled groans sounded, and the bodies of the elders were blown away by the Nether Altar Master.

After several rounds in a row, Fang Hongtu looked terrified, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

The strength of the master of the Nether sect is really too strong, and everyone is no match at all!
Fang Hongtu prayed in his heart, praying that the ancestor would arrive in time to rescue him.

But how could things really go as he wished?

Just as Fang Hongtu was thinking wildly, two more muffled sounds came out.

Fang Hongtu's heart sank suddenly.

Two more people were sent flying by the master of the Nether altar, and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

Watching the Nether altar master repel them one by one, the faces of all the elders were full of shock.

At this moment, they were completely desperate, not only because of the powerful strength of the Nether altar master.

It is also because the oppression of the Nether altar master is too great.

"Patriarch, Patriarch!"
One of the elders yelled a few times, trying to wake up Fang Hongtu who was almost unconscious.

However, Fang Hongtu remained motionless, as if he had lost his vitality.

"Patriarch, Patriarch. What should we do?" the elder shouted again.

It's not that Fang Hongtu didn't want to agree at this time, but he was too frightened at the moment, his thoughts were messy, and he didn't think of a useful way for the mountains.

Seeing this, the Master of the Nether Altar showed a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

Then he kept moving his hands and punched again and again.

"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Every time the Master of the Netherworld Altar swung a punch, there would be a muffled sound in the air, like a muffled thunder.

In just a short moment, several elders were knocked down to the ground, no different from Fang Hongtu.

"you."
Fang Hongtu raised his head with difficulty, looking at the Nether altar master with a sneer on his face, deep despair rose in his heart.

It's over, it's over, this time it's completely over, this time, he is completely in the hands of the Nether Cult.

Looking at the master of the Nether altar, there was a strong color of resentment.

"The Nether Sect, you lunatics, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!" Fang Hongtu cursed hoarsely.

The anger in Fang Hongtu's heart at this moment has reached its peak, and infinite hatred radiates from his eyes.

Hearing the words, the Master of the Nether Church sneered and said:

"Haha, Fang Hongtu, do you think you still have a chance to be a ghost?
Today you are doomed to be out of your wits! "
Speaking of this, the eyes of the Master of the Nether Church burst into murderous intent, looked at Fang Hongtu with a murderous look, and said sharply:

"As early as when you offended my Nether Sect, you should have thought of such a day!"

"I want to use the life of the entire Fang family to let the whole world know what the fate of provoking our Nether Sect will be like!"
"Today, you Fang Hongtu must die, and everyone in your Fang family must die!"
"No, don't," Fang Hongtu hissed with despair on his face.

His heart was full of remorse, if he could be careful enough not to provoke the Nether Sect, maybe nothing would happen.

He is still Fang Hongtu, the lofty head of the Fang family, a strong man respected by his clan and outsiders.

But there is no medicine for regret in the world. If something happens, it cannot be undone.

"The matter has come to this, please raise your hand! My Fang family is willing to follow the lead of the Nether Sect!"
Fang Hongtu didn't care about losing face any longer, so he begged for mercy.

Fang Hongtu knew that according to the current situation, he would definitely die today.

Begging for mercy now, there may still be a way out!
"Only Nether teaches the right way? Hehe, Fang Hongtu, do you think I will believe what you say?"
The Master of the Nether Church sneered, looking at Fang Hongtu's eyes, all were full of undisguised sarcasm, obviously not the slightest interest in Fang Hongtu's begging for mercy.

Fang Hongtu said bitterly:

"What I said is true, our Fang family is willing to submit to the Nether Sect and become a subsidiary of the Nether Sect.

From now on, the Fang family will never target the Nether Sect again, and we are willing to do our best for the Nether Sect. "
Hearing Fang Hongtu's words, a sneer appeared on the face of the Master of the Nether Church.

"Hehe, Fang Hongtu, you are not even as good as a dog right now."
The Nether altar master said mockingly, his eyes were full of strong killing intent.

"You." Fang Hongtu trembled with anger when he heard the words.

However, he did not dare to say any rebuttal words now.

He was completely desperate.

Fang Hongtu took a deep breath, trying to calm down the turmoil in his heart.

Fang Hongtu stood up slowly, took a deep look at the Master of the Nether Cult, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, since that's the case, our Fang family can only fight to the death!"
After speaking, Fang Hongtu took out a jade bottle and uncorked it.

A drop of bright red blood floated out of the jade bottle, and instantly sank into Fang Hongtu's eyebrows.

As soon as this drop of bright red blood entered Fang Hongtu's brow, it instantly melted into a blood mist, and then quickly rushed towards Fang Hongtu's body.

As this drop of blood poured into Fang Hongtu's body, Fang Hongtu's face gradually turned pale.

Seeing Fang Hongtu's face suddenly turned pale, the Master of the Nether Church was moved, his complexion changed slightly, and he said:
"I didn't expect you to have such a treasure! It seems that you already have the will to die."

Speaking of this, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Master of the Nether Church, and his figure flickered, and he grabbed Fang Hongtu.

But this time, Fang Hongtu was extremely dexterous, he avoided the grab by turning his body slightly to the side.

"Hmph, Nether Altar Master, even if I die today, I will drag you to be buried with me!"
After dodging the attack, Fang Hongtu exuded a strong bloody aura.

Looking at the Altar Master of the Netherworld, a look of determination flashed across his face.

While speaking, Fang Hongtu suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura.

This terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire Fang Mansion, covering the entire world.

"What, Fang Hongtu, what are you doing?"
Sensing the terrifying aura erupting from Fang Hongtu's body, a serious look appeared on the face of the Master of the Nether Cult, and he shouted sharply.

"Master of the Nether Altar, even if Fang Hongtu dies today, I will hold you as my back!"
Fang Hongtu gritted his teeth and said every word.

"court death!"
Hearing Fang Hongtu's words, the Master of the Nether Church was furious.

Fang Hongtu actually wanted to drag him to be buried with him, did he really think he was afraid that he would fail?

The Master of the Nether Sect yelled loudly, swayed his body, and rushed towards Fang Hongtu in an instant.

A punch came out with terrifying power.

When Fang Hongtu saw this scene, the fierceness in his eyes became more intense, and he went forward without hesitation.