"Junior Brother?" Senior Brother Yang had not expected Huang Xiao to rage at these people of the Jianghu, and he grew anxious.
Now that Poison God Valley was gone, it would not do for them to offend anyone else. They needed to keep a lower profile.
These people of the Jianghu had never expected a youngster like this to roar at them, and naturally their expressions soured.
But before they could speak, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out. "Hahaha! I knew you would come back to gather the bodies. Kill them! Kill everyone here, especially the disciples of Poison God Valley and Medicine God Valley. Don't let a single one escape."
As soon as those words fell, dozens of people charged toward them.
Since the Jianghu onlookers were closer to the attackers, they were the first to suffer.
Their martial prowess was ordinary, the strongest no more than second-class. How could they possibly match these experts? In an instant, more than half were dead or wounded.
"Junior Brother, hurry and go! They're from Medicine King Hall." Senior Brother Yang's expression changed. He shoved Huang Xiao, then charged toward the Medicine King Hall disciples, shouting, "The disciples of Poison God Valley and Medicine God Valley aren't people who cling to life and fear death! Follow me and kill them! Avenge our fallen fellow disciples!"
The disciples who had been gathering the bodies also rallied around Senior Brother Yang. There were only a dozen or so, and Senior Brother Yang alone possessed low peak strength. None of the others had reached peak level; they belonged to the generation of Huang Xiao's martial nephews.
Their strength was nowhere near that of their opponents. Among those dozens were five low peak experts, and another whose strength was definitely at mid peerless level.
Yet