Since Valley Master Sunx Baiyang passed away, Medicine King Valley had been shrouded in a dead silence, its inhabitants dressed in mourning attire.
From the Deacon Elders to the ordinary disciples, all were immersed in grief, filled with trepidation.
The Supreme Xinglin, which had a legacy of a thousand years, was now on the brink of collapse.
However, there was one person who was extremely pleased with himself.
This person was the Great Elder of Medicine King Valley, Pang Guang.
At this moment, he sat on the master's throne, caressing the seat that only the successive valley masters were qualified to occupy.
"Ha ha, I, Pang Guang, have finally awaited this day!"
Suddenly!
A gust of wind blew the doors wide open!
Pang Guang's heart skipped a beat, and he rose abruptly, shouting, "Who's lurking there in the shadows? Show yourself!"
No sooner had his words ended than a lightning-fast Light Blade had already pierced through his throat.
