Xiao Yang's voice rang across the entire scene.
It was like a slap, landing hard across the faces of the Great Elder and the Medicine King Valley disciples.
"How dare you!"
"You're asking for death!"
"You little brat, you dare make an enemy of Medicine King Valley? Are you tired of living?"
The disciples were all filled with righteous indignation. They drew their blades and swords, pointing them at Xiao Yang from a distance.
The Great Elder was even more furious, his eyes flashing with overwhelming rage.
He had left the valley this time as Young Master Ye Chen's protector.
He never imagined that less than half a day after they parted, Young Master Ye Chen would be dead!
How was he supposed to explain this to the Valley Master when he returned?
How could Medicine King Valley ever show its face in the martial world again?
"Good, good, good!"
The Great Elder laughed in his fury, staring fixedly at Xiao Yang.
"It's been many years since anyone dared to provoke Medicine King Valley like this! Boy, I'll give you a chance. Hand over that Emperor Grade Spirit Pill at once, and I'll leave your corpse intact!"
"What are you supposed to be, swaggering around like some big shot?" Xiao Yang said coldly.
His calm tone made it clear he didn't take the other man seriously at all.
"Impudent!"
The Great Elder seemed to have suffered a tremendous insult. He gritted his teeth. "I am the Great Elder of Medicine King Valley, second only to the Valley Master!"
"Not only am I a master alchemist, I'm also at the peak of the Sixth Grade Mountain Moving Realm. I'm only half a step away from the Seventh-grade Grandmaster realm!"
"Martial artists across Great Xia who have received my kindness are as