The wide Taoist robes rustled violently! A wave of wind surged past, tearing through Ji Jian’s garments. He was sent drifting backward like a kite with a snapped string, yet his wrist remained firmly held in the Old Celestial Master's grip. He looked like nothing more than a plastic bag snagged on a tree branch, buffeted by the gale.
Terror struck Ji Jian’s heart. Gone was his former arrogance and unruliness. As the leader of the Alliance of Righteousness, having spent half his life navigating the Jianghu, Ji Jian was a man of ruthless resolve. His eyes bloodshot and his internal energy surging in a frenzy, he slashed off his own wrist, which the Old Celestial Master had been gripping, and flew backward.
Ji Jian’s expression was savage. His body withered instantly as he turned and fled, much like the blood-escape technique Fan Yangping had employed earlier. Seeing their leader abandon them to save his own skin, Fan Yangping and his cohorts immediately scattered in all directions.
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