Yi Beidou felt only a slight pain in his arm; the Great Vow Master had pecked away a chunk of flesh from his bicep, sending blood flying.
The old monk, however, used the force from the palm strike to launch himself away. Completely ignoring his shattered, limp arm and the blood he was coughing up, his feet barely touched the ground upon landing before he sprinted deep into the forest without a backward glance.
Yi Beidou had never expected such a response from his opponent.
'Take my palm strike head-on, just to peck a piece of flesh from my arm?'
'No matter how I look at it, that's not normal behavior.'
But no matter what, he couldn't possibly let the old monk get away.
However, things didn't go as planned. The eighteen men threw themselves at Yi Beidou like madmen, desperately clinging to him.
Even if they couldn't injure Yi Beidou, they were at the Soul-Stealing Peak, which was more than enough to slow him down.
"GET OFF!"
