Feeling the force of the young Taoist, Jiangli's expression remained unchanged, his fingers contracting slightly.
The next second...
There was a snap.
The sound of bone breaking immediately echoed in the tense air.
"Ah, my hand!"
The young Taoist cried out in agony.
Everyone looked closely and saw the young Taoist's wrist bending at a strange angle.
It was clearly not normal.
The faces of the remaining young Taoists darkened further, now more certain that Jiangli was here to cause trouble.
"Young lady, our Qingyun Temple has stood for a hundred years here, with numerous disciples. Making an enemy out of us like this will likely not be in your best interest," said someone, warningly looking at Jiangli.
Jiangli pushed the young Taoist in front of him away.
Cradling his right hand, he staggered a few steps backward, his face deathly pale, barely able to stand.
His fellow disciples quickly supported him, preventing his graceless fall.
