"Originally, I had no intention of killing you, but since you're so eager to die, I shall oblige."
The young man in the blue robe slightly bent down, holding Yue Qingli's head with his left hand, while his right hand formed a tight fist.
Endless spiritual energy gathered around his fist.
His fist tore through the surrounding space, forcefully smashing towards Yue Qingli's head.
Just as it was about to hit the head, when only a few centimeters separated them,
a light reprimand sounded from the side.
"Enough," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
While his words sounded mild, they seemed to carry an oppressive force with them.
The young man in the blue robe froze, unable to move no matter how he tried.
Yue Qingli took this opportunity to scramble up from the ground.
Looking at Xu Zimei, he said despondently, "I lost."
"You have passed the test," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
Yue Qingli suddenly looked up, staring incredulously at Xu Zimei.
