C404 Internal Strife

"You forced my hand," Taoist Tianjing blurted out as he swiftly sidestepped.

Faang Zhengxian only felt a malicious gust strike his back before he was sent flying, blood spurting from his mouth.

Had Taoist Tianjing truly struck him with his palm?

It was an unforeseen move, catching everyone off guard, including Lin Hao, the instigator, who was left in shock