It was Jiang Zhizhou who had knocked the Great Elder to the ground with a single palm strike.
Behind them, the heavenly fire still burned, but its fury was gradually waning.
The heavenly fire was actually about to be extinguished.
"You... you actually destroyed the Blood Sacrifice! The gods will surely punish you!"
Seeing that the Sacrificial Altar had collapsed completely, the Great Elder's pupils abruptly contracted. Then he began screaming himself hoarse.
Yang Qing slowly walked up to him. "Great Elder, we certainly dare not accept such an accusation."
"As the saying goes, you reap the bitter fruit you sow. An intelligent man like you should understand my meaning, should he not?"
The Great Elder's gaze flickered as he met Yang Qing's eyes, but his words remained defiant.
"Utter nonsense."
Yang Qing said, "Since you refuse to tell us the truth, Great Elder, do not blame us for being ruthless."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Hardway nearby.
With all his acupoints sealed, Hardway naturally could not move.
But Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others had no intention of releasing him. They simply kept watching him coldly.
Hardway smiled bitterly to himself, but let none of it show on his face.
"Young Master Yang, everyone, I am sorry."
Bu Er shot him a sidelong glance and snorted. "Can a single apology absolve you of your sins?"
"The young master is magnanimous enough not to lash out at you, but you ought to know where to draw the line."
Hardway shuddered involuntarily at Bu Er's words.
But could I really tell outsiders about that?
Seeing that Hardway was still wavering, Yang Qing said, "I already told you before that the Blood Sacrifice is an evil art. You must not dabble in it."
"Once you begin using it, the