"Originally, I had no intention of killing you. But since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."
The blue-robed young man lowered himself slightly, pressing Yue Qingli's head with his left hand while clenching his right into a fist.
Endless spiritual energy gathered around his fist.
His fist tore through the surrounding space, smashing fiercely toward Yue Qingli's head.
Just as it was about to strike, with only a few centimeters between them,
a soft shout rang out from the side.
"Enough," Xu Zimo said calmly.
His voice was clearly calm, yet that very calmness seemed to carry an overwhelming pressure.
The blue-robed youth froze in place, unable to move no matter how hard he tried.
Yue Qingli took the chance to climb up from the ground.
He looked at Xu Zimo and said dejectedly, "I lost."
"You passed the test," Xu Zimo replied calmly.
Yue Qingli abruptly raised his head and stared at Xu Zimo in disbelief.
"I had you challenge them not because I absolutely needed you to defeat him," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"What I wanted was an attitude—just as you said, an attitude of staking everything, even your life."
"I..." Yue Qingli took a deep breath. The words reached his lips, but he was too moved to know what to say.
"Kneel," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"Huh?" Yue Qingli was stunned.
"Kneel and take me as your master. If you're unwilling, pretend I never said anything," Xu Zimo said evenly.
Yue Qingli was slightly taken aback. He had clearly never expected Xu Zimo to say such a thing.
"A worthless master and a worthless disciple. What a lively sight!"
The blue-robed young man, feeling that Xu Zimo had utterly disgraced him, mocked them from the side.
Though he believed Xu Zimo might be stronger