At Xiao Yan's words, the entire Misty Cloud Sect fell a little quieter. Yun Yun instinctively tightened her grip on her sword. Though she was not particularly scheming, she knew exactly what consequences his words would bring. Sure enough, the Misty Cloud Sect disciples froze for a moment before delight spread across their faces. "My lord, do you mean it?"
"My greatest virtue is that I keep my promises." Xiao Yan glanced at them and said mildly, "As long as you can kill yourselves, I naturally won't lay a hand on you. Of course, you can also choose to live and die with your Sect Master. I can grant you that wish too."
"Come on, make your choice. Will you die with this rotten sect, or turn your blades on your Sect Master?"
"Hah..." Everyone turned their eyes toward Yun Yun. Struggle flickered in many of their gazes, but it soon gave way to murderous intent. Yun Yun could even feel the dozen or so elders behind her beginning to circulate their Dou Qi, ready to strike first at any moment.
True, Yun Yun had treated everyone in the Misty Cloud Sect well as its Sect Master, but what use was that? Everyone feared death, especially these disciples who had barely experienced the world. The elders were no exception. They might have possessed some fire in their blood when they were young, but after rising to lofty positions, the corrosion of power had made them cling to life and fear death.
In their eyes, sacrificing one person to preserve the entire Misty Cloud Sect was well worth it-provided, of course, that they were not the one being sacrificed.
"Yun Leng! What are you planning to do?" Some of the more loyal elders noticed the others' movements and hurriedly demanded, "Are