Chapter 965: Chapter 965

Yun Yubai, however, was unfazed. He asked, "Fourth senior brother, you are the last one left. Will you respect me as the Sect Master?"

"Ha!" Misty Peak Master spat, "You think again! If you want to kill, just do it. No need for so much nonsense!"

He would never submit!

Yun Yubai raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright then..."

Upon hearing this, Shang Jue wanted to take action on his behalf.

"No need for you to do it," Yun Yubai stopped her.

"Young master, are you going to let him go?" Shang Jue was puzzled. That wasn’t what they had planned before.

Yun Yubai smiled, with a hint of cruelty. "You disciples are all innocent..."

"The ones I hate are just them..."

"If you all stab him once," he pointed at Misty Peak Master and continued, "I will let you leave."

Misty Peak Master was stunned and muttered, "You... devil..."

Everyone looked at each other. Some were angry. Some were confused. But a small group of people had a glimmer of joy in their eyes and were already about to act.

Shang Jue chuckled, "This idea is quite good!"

She had indeed chosen the right person.

Over there, a disciple asked, "Really?! Just by stabbing him once, we can leave the Seven Peaks Sect?"

"That’s right," Yun Yubai nodded, "But this stab must go through, not just a token effort."

The disciple was from the Center Peak and had been a disciple of Ji Chengyi before. Hearing this, he didn’t think twice and stepped forward.

The sword was drawn, gleaming with a cold light.

Misty Peak Master’s face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly.

Among the crowd, a female disciple shouted, "You are a disciple of the Seven Peaks Sect. Even if you die, you must not harm a Peak Master, it’s a betrayal of your master and ancestors!!"

Disciples with a sense of justice joined the female disciple in scolding him. All kinds of words were thrown around.

The Center Peak disciple ignored everything and, without a word, raised his sword and stabbed it directly into Misty Peak Master’s chest.

"Sorry, Uncle," he said, showing no mercy, clearly intending to take Misty Peak Master’s life.

Blood flowed from the blade.

Having injured his uncle, he was still frightened and took a few steps back, his breathing rapid. He quickly turned around and asked, "Little... Little Uncle, is this enough? Can I leave now?!"

Yun Yubai said, "Go."

The Center Peak disciple swallowed hard, looking back nervously, fearing that Yun Yubai might change his mind halfway. But he didn’t.

Even Shang Jue just watched, with an impatient look on her face, "Hurry up and leave!"

The Center Peak disciple quickly flew away on his sword.

Seeing that Misty Peak Master was about to collapse, Shang Jue went over and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

"Don’t die on me. My young master hasn’t had his fun yet," she said.

This divine pill was very powerful. Even if Misty Peak Master had suffered severe external injuries, it could quickly heal them, with effects lasting for about an hour or so.

Other disciples, seeing that someone could leave safely, quickly jumped out one after another.

Misty Peak Master screamed in pain.

The disciples from the Misty Peak and the Crimson Glow Peak wanted to resist together, but Yun Yubai’s eyes turned fierce as he struck them down with a palm.

"Don’t do something useless," he said, allowing those eager disciples to continue.

Misty Peak Master was repeatedly tortured, suffering terribly, and didn’t know how many times he had been stabbed. His consciousness was fading. All he could hear were the cries of his beloved disciples.

There were only a few people left.

Those who refused to act would only face death.

He was not a great master, but... he couldn’t bear to see the outstanding younger generation all perish here.

They were the hope of the Seven Peaks Sect!

Misty Peak Master endured the pain, staggered to his feet, and walked towards his disciples.

Shang Jue raised an eyebrow, puzzled, "What is he doing?"

Yun Yubai tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I didn’t expect there to be such a person in the Seven Peaks Sect."

Because he wanted to see the show.

Misty Peak Master had only taken a few steps before he couldn’t muster the strength and fell to his knees in front of his disciples.

The disciples also struggled to move forward.

But Misty Peak Master said with difficulty, "Stab me... quickly..."

After speaking, he vomited blood.

The disciples were shocked and exclaimed:

"No way! We can’t do that!"

"We’ll die together!"

"We will stand or fall with the Seven Peaks Sect! We will never submit!"

They would not harm Misty Peak Master!

The disciples, who had been crying, now all had resolute expressions.

Misty Peak Master laughed up at the sky, "You are worthy of being my disciples of the Seven Peaks Sect!"

The numerous injuries, under the effect of the pill, were slowly healing, and he regained some strength.

He stood up again and said, "Pick up your swords!"

The disciples cheered each other on, supported one another, and stood up unsteadily, brandishing their swords.

They were ready to fight to the death with Misty Peak Master!

However, at this moment, Misty Peak Master did not charge at Yun Yubai, but instead ran straight towards his disciples.

His movement was so fast that they couldn’t react in time.

The sound of blades piercing bodies was particularly loud and grating.

Misty Peak Master was...

He was throwing himself onto the swords held by his disciples!

He then pulled away, enduring the pain, and even though he was covered in blood, he still gritted his teeth, trying to save more disciples.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only save three or five disciples.

The other disciples had already realized what was happening and quickly retracted their swords.

Misty Peak Master had reached his limit, vomiting several large mouthfuls of blood, and collapsed exhausted on the ground.

The disciples rushed over.

"Master, why?! Why?!"

Misty Peak Master grabbed his eldest disciple’s hand, gripping it tightly, his eyes pleading: "A’Len, you... you are the eldest disciple, you should understand... your master’s meaning..."

Among those three or five disciples was his eldest disciple, Wang Lun.

Wang Lun’s tears fell like rain, "Master, I can’t! I don’t want to!"

Misty Peak Master exerted himself and pulled off the badge from his waist. It was the token of the Misty Peak Master.

He forcefully pushed it into Wang Lun’s hand, "From today on, you... you are the Master of Misty Peak. Go! Hurry up and leave!"

Wang Lun felt the badge was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But this was the opportunity his master had fought for him.

He had decent talent and his cultivation was passable. He bore the responsibility of carrying on the Seven Peaks Sect.

He gritted his teeth and wiped away his tears.

His face was also stained with blood.

"Master, I... I will remember your teachings..." Wang Lun forced himself to stand up, clutching the badge and moving step by step towards the direction of the mountain.

"Wait," Yun Yubai spoke.

Wang Lun looked up, his heart filled with resentment: "Yun Yubai, my sword has already stabbed my master. You won’t go back on your word, will you?!"

"But... it was your master who threw himself onto the sword, not you who actively stabbed him," Yun Yubai said, "It was you who broke the rules."

Wang Lun’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect that his once carefree junior uncle would push them to such an extent!