"Stop fighting first!" Mu Yi said coldly.
But Wan Qingteng merely looked at Mu Yi with a faint smile. "This old man has no need to deceive you over such a trifling matter. Sparing these disciples is a small matter indeed. Just toss me the lower volume of the Medicine King Scripture, and this old man will naturally order them to stop. Of course, the three of you are this old man's martial nephews and niece, after all. This old man will leave your corpses intact. You may end your own lives."
Li Cong and Xu Yan Yun now understood why their senior brother had done this. The three of them did not fear death, but they could not bear to have so many disciples accompany them to their deaths.
Ge Gu also came to his senses and inwardly sighed at having been too hasty.
He had just said that they could be spared as long as they handed over the lower volume, but who would believe that? His master, on the other hand, had spoken correctly. No matter what, Mu Yi and the other two could not be allowed to live. As for the disciples of the two valleys, they truly did not care.
The disciples of the two valleys, even the three's personal disciples, had not been taught the Everlasting Spring Youth-Restoring Art. Even if they had, with the Medicine King Hall's strength, they had no fear of those disciples coming to their door.
Of course, they would still eliminate a few of the formidable ones when the time came, such as the two Valley Masters and their fellow disciples. Their generation could be counted among the experts of the Jianghu.
As for the other disciples, they were merely a handful of stray cats and dogs. Letting them