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However, he had lost too much blood and his limbs were crippled. Even if he could avoid it, how would he be able to fight back?

As a matter of fact, his hands, which were stained with red blood, had only been halfway through casting the spell and he had already failed because of the piercing pain from the broken tendons of his wrists.

"Argh!"

Old Weird Taoist dodged Lu Zijia's first attack, but he couldn't avoid the second one.

The feeling of having the power he got throughout so many years taken away was so painful that he wished he were dead. It was as if his entire body was being dismembered slowly, which made Old Weird Taoist, who was extremely tolerant, scream uncontrollably.

Old Weird Taoist, whose power was taken away, looked like he instantly aged more than ten years. There were more wrinkles on his face and he collapsed on the ground like a deflated ball.

"How dare you take away my power? How dare you!"