My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Oh, I wanted to let you live, but your sect master wants to die, so you can't blame me." Ye Yunji sighed regretfully and looked at the disciples of the Shengyuan Sect.

Everywhere he looked, everyone was trembling and their legs were limp! Even Shen Tuyu, Yu Wenbo, and Yuan Shangqing, three soul-killing Taoists of the eighth level of the Emperor's Saint, were unable to fight back under Ye Yunji's hands. They were instantly wiped out. How could they have any chance of survival?

At this time, the disciples of the Shengyuan Sect were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered. In their hearts, besides fear, there was despair.

Finally, Ye Yunji's eyes fell on Yuan Shaochong.

"No, please spare my life. I was wrong. I don't dare to do it anymore. I won't dare to do it anymore. Please spare my life, please!" Yuan Shaochong has grown up in a honey jar since he was a child. He has never experienced such a scene before. , was so frightened that his legs weakened and he fell to the ground, wailing incoherently, and his face was quickly covered with snot and tears.

"Shaochong, get up. I, a disciple of the Shengyuan Sect, stand upright and cannot be humiliated like this even if I die!" Unexpectedly, his precious grandson was so spineless. Yuandaoling was ashamed and angry, and his old face turned red.

It's a pity that some things are simple to say but not easy to do. Even he himself can't really take life and death seriously, let alone Yuan Shaochong? He is still young and has not really seen the colorful world outside, so he is not willing to die so early. Hearing my grandfather's loud scolding made me cry even more sadly.

Fear is also contagious. Seeing the sect leader's grandson, they were so frightened that they burst into tears and begged for mercy. The last bit of persistence in the hearts of other Shengyuan Sect disciples was shattered. "Thump thump..." More than ten young disciples collapsed to the ground.

"Lord Sect Master!" Seeing this, an elder couldn't help but look towards Yuandaoling, his eyes full of begging.

He doesn't blame these disciples for their lack of backbone. Not to mention these young disciples who have never seen much of the world, even he, a dignified elder, is heartbeating like thunder at this time, and his hands hidden in his sleeves are shaking. , what qualifications do you have to blame others.

If I really want to complain, I can only blame Ye Yunji for being too powerful and terrifying.

Although he didn't say much, Yuandaoling could easily see the pleading in his eyes. Looking at his incompetent grandson, and then at the young disciples whose hands and feet were weak and paralyzed in fear, he sighed deeply in his heart.

For the eternal prestige of the Shengyuan Sect, he would rather die than be humiliated by Ye Yunji, but it was obvious that these disciples definitely did not have such courage. Even his biological grandson cried and begged for mercy in such a humiliating manner. It is not difficult to imagine how miserable the other disciples will behave after his death. The last bit of Shengyuan Sect's face will be completely thrown away by them, and it will become the biggest laughing stock in Wuji Shengtian's history.

Or, killing them now can save the last bit of face for the sect. Yuandaoling clenched his fist fiercely. However, when I saw those young faces that seemed familiar to me, I gradually relaxed.

The ancestors of today's Shengyuan Sect disciples have been serving the Shengyuan Sect for generations, otherwise the sect's whereabouts would not have been concealed until now. The fathers, uncles, grandfathers and even great-grandfathers of many of them had learned the same art as him, and were even life-and-death friends. How could he be so cruel to their descendants? And his precious grandson is also among them. Tiger poison is not capable of eating its own children. How could he still do this to his own grandson?