841  Xiao Chengfeng, the Dedicated Model Worker

The entire sect was eroded by greed. 80 percent of the disciples rebelled against the sect master while the other disciples had already been slaughtered, all for the sake of the Ethereal Sutra.

"Master, you have to get with the times. Now hand over the Ethereal Sutra and we'll grant you a quick death," said Song Ming with a smirk. 　　

"Master, the Mirage is approaching. We can't stay here any longer. It's better to hand over the Ethereal Sutra and disband as soon as possible!" said another disciple.

"Hehehe..." Bei Yunchang was at a loss of what to do and could only smile bleakly. The situation he was in right now was even worse than the destruction of the sect. However, if anything else, he still had his backbone. "You'll never get your hands on the Ethereal Sutra!"

"Die, you stubborn old man!" shouted Song Ming as he immediately charged toward Bei Yunchang with his mana activated.