"That's right, I'm going to trespass the Valley." Yang Ming's eyes were resolute, ready for a fight; even if he were to die here today, he would still break into the Medicine King Valley.
At this moment, the people brought by Xue Ten had already surrounded Yang Ming, each holding a stick, just waiting for Xue Ten's command.
Hearing Yang Ming wanted to trespass the Valley, Xue Ten's face turned extremely ugly. He hadn't expected this person to be so difficult to deal with; he wouldn't leave when driven away and wanted to trespass the Valley. He couldn't fail the task given by the masters, had to drive him away, so he shouted, "Everyone, attack together."
Thus, a chaotic brawl began. The people of Medicine King Valley mainly focused on medicine, were fundamentally not skilled at fighting, but they were all grown men with some strength, moreover holding sticks and having the advantage of numbers.
