"Oh, I wanted to let you have a way out, but your sect leader was determined to die, so I couldn't blame me." Ye Yunji sighed regretfully and looked at the disciples of the Shengyuan Sect.
As far as you see, everyone was shaking all over and their legs were limp! Even Shen Tu Yu, Yu Wen Bo, and Yuan Shangqing, the three emperor saints, had no power to fight back under Ye Yunji.
Ashes were destroyed, how could they have any chance to survive?
At this time, the disciples of the Shengyuan Sect were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered, and their hearts were nothing but fear and despair.
Finally, Ye Yunji's eyes fell on Yuan Shaochong.
"No, please forgive me. I was wrong. I dare not, and I will never dare again. I will spare my life!" Yuan Shaochong has been growing up in a honey pot since he was a child. He has never experienced such a scene before.
, so scared that his legs fell to the ground, and he started to wail incoherently, and his snot and tears quickly spread all over his face.
"Shao Chong, get up for me. My disciple of the Shengyuan Sect stands tall and even if he dies, he cannot be humiliated!" Unexpectedly, his precious grandson was so unscrupulous. Yuan Daoling was both ashamed and angry, and his old face turned red.
Unfortunately, some things are simple but not easy to do. Even he himself cannot really regard life and death indifferently, let alone Yuan Shaochong? He is still young and has not really seen the colorful world outside, so how could he bear to die so early
. Hearing his grandfather's big scolding, he cried even more sadly.
Fear is also contagious. Seeing the sect leader's grandson, they were so scared that they cried and begged for mercy. The last bit of persistence in the hearts of other disciples of the Shengyuan Sect were smashed. "Puzhu..." There were more than ten more people.
The young disciple collapsed to the ground.
"Sect Master!" Seeing this, an elder couldn't help looking at Yuan Daoling, his eyes full of begging.
He didn't blame these disciples for not being strong enough. Not to mention these young disciples who had never seen any world, even his dignified elder was beating like thunder at this moment, and his hands were shaking in his sleeves.
, what qualifications do you have to blame others?
If you really want to blame, you can only blame Ye Yunji for being too strong and too terrifying.
Although he didn't say much, Yuan Daoling could easily see the begging in his eyes. Look at his incompetent grandson, then look at the young disciples who were weak in their hands and feet and were scared to the ground, and sighed in his heart.
For the eternal reputation of the Shengyuan Sect, he would rather die than be humiliated by Ye Yunji. However, it is obvious that these disciples under his sect definitely do not have such courage. Even his own grandson was so embarrassing and crying and begging for mercy. It is not difficult.
Imagine how unbearable the other disciples will be after their death. The last bit of face of the Shengyuan Sect will be completely discarded by them and become the biggest laughing stock in the history of Wuji Shengtian.
Or, if you kill them now, you can still save your last face for the sect. Yuan Daoling suddenly clenched his fists. However, when he saw those young and familiar faces, he gradually let go.
Today's disciples of the Shengyuan Sect have all served for the Shengyuan Sect for generations, otherwise the whereabouts of the sect would not have been hidden until now. Many of them, their fathers, uncles, and even their great-grandfathers, have studied art with him, and even their great-grandfathers.
It is a friend of life and death. How could he do this to his descendants? Moreover, his precious grandson is among them. The tiger poison is not even a child. Can he still do this to his own grandson?