"Oh, I wanted to let you live, but your lord wants to die, so you can't blame me." Ye Yunji sighed regretfully, and looked towards the disciples of the Shengyuanzong.
As far as the eye can see, everyone is trembling and their legs are limp! Even Shen Tuyu, Yu Wenbo, and Yuan Shangqing, the three eighth-rank emperor sages, had no power to fight back under Ye Yunji's hands, and they were wiped out in an instant. How could they have the slightest chance of surviving?
At this time, the disciples of Shengyuanzong are like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered. Apart from fear, there is despair in their hearts.
Finally, Ye Yunji's eyes fell on Yuan Shaochong.
"No, please spare my life, my lord, I was wrong, I dare not, never dare again, my lord, spare my life!" Yuan Shaochong grew up in a honeypot since he was a child, and he has never experienced such a scene , so frightened that his legs went limp and collapsed to the ground, he wailed incoherently, and his nose and tears soon smeared all over his face.
"Stop rushing, get up for me, my Saint Yuanzong disciple stands upright, even if he dies, he can't be humiliated like this!" Unexpectedly, his precious grandson was so spineless, Yuan Daoling was ashamed and angry, and his old face flushed for a while.
It's a pity that some things are easy to say, but not easy to do. Even he himself can't really look down on life and death, let alone Yuan Shaochong? He was still young and hadn't really seen the colorful world outside, so he was willing to die so early. Hearing grandpa's loud scolding, he cried even more sadly.
Fear is also contagious. Seeing the suzerain's grandson crying bitterly and begging for mercy, the last persistence in the hearts of other Saint Yuanzong disciples was shattered. "Plop plop" More than a dozen young disciples collapsed to the ground.
"Lord Sovereign!" Seeing this, an elder couldn't help but look towards Yuan Daoling, his eyes were full of begging.
He doesn't blame these disciples for their lack of backbone, not to mention these young disciples who have never seen the world before, even the dignified elder, his heart is beating like thunder, and his hands hidden in his sleeves are trembling. , What qualifications do you have to blame others.
If you really want to complain, you can only blame Ye Yunji for being too powerful and terrifying.
Although he didn't say much, Yuan Daoling could easily see the begging in his eyes. Looking at his useless precious grandson, and then at those young disciples whose hands and feet were paralyzed on the ground with fright, he let out a long sigh in his heart.
For the eternal reputation of Sheng Yuanzong, he would rather die than be humiliated by Ye Yunji, but it is obvious that these disciples absolutely do not have such courage. Even his own grandson cried and begged for mercy in such an embarrassing way. It is not difficult to imagine how unbearable the behavior of other disciples will be after his death. Sheng Yuanzong's last bit of face will definitely be thrown away by them and become the biggest laughing stock in Wuji Shengtian's history.
Or, killing them now can save the last bit of face for the sect. Yuan Daoling clenched his fist violently. However, seeing those young faces that seemed familiar, they gradually let go.
Today's disciples of Shengyuanzong, their ancestors have worked for Shengyuanzong for generations, otherwise it is impossible to hide the whereabouts of the sect until now. Many of these people's fathers, uncles, grandfathers, and even great-grandfathers had studied in the same discipline with him, and they were even life-and-death acquaintances. To their descendants, how could he do such a cruel thing? And his precious grandson is also among them, tiger poison does not eat children, how can he still do this to his own grandson? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com