As they drew closer, everyone saw that this was a middle-aged Martial Artist wearing a blue Daoist robe.
The temples of the middle-aged Martial Artist had some gray hairs, but his face was very rosy, and his skin was as tender as a baby's.
"Valley Master."
The people of Medicine King Valley cried out mournfully.
The newcomer was indeed the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, You Ming.
Medicine King Valley had suffered devastating losses, possibly the worst since its founding.
"Slaughtering the young ones, Medicine King Valley dares to utter such words, how laughable. When the young Martial Artists of your Medicine King Valley don't care about life, huh!"
Xiang Song and Mu Yang both sneered at You Ming.
"The world of Martial Artists is nothing but survival of the fittest! If Xuanming Hall gets involved, and this great Elixir is refined, I'm willing to give each of you elders a pill!"
You Ming spoke.
If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't want anything going wrong today.
