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The standoff lasted for nearly half a quarter of an hour before Jing Potian finally conceded. He slowly lowered his arm and retract the lightning-wrapped nine-headed serpent coiled around it. Seeing Jing Potian's concession, Hao Chen and Bu Yun, who had been pressing on his shoulders, also withdrew their hands, followed by Yao Wumeng. As the terrible pressure that had surrounded them dissipated, Jing Potian's forehead surreptitiously dripped a bead of cold sweat. He scowled and stepped back several paces, clearly indicating he truly had no intention of starting a conflict.
