“Then, you should die!” With these words, Li Kuida's palm struck towards Mu Zhili's head, aiming to take her life with one blow.

He did not hold himself back as he had done when he had attacked Mu Zihan with the palm strike. Instead, his attack seemed to be filled with a domineering energy; he attacked Mu Zhili with an overbearing aura so strong that it sent shivers down the onlookers’ spines.

Under this oppressing momentum, even Mu Zhili shuddered a little, but her heart was filled with determination. In this current situation, she could only rely on herself. She had to go all out; or else, the result would be death. Even if she were to die, she had to make the other party pay a price.

Li Kuida grabbed towards Mu Zihan's neck with a simple and straightforward motion. There were no flashy moves, giving the impression of a return to simplicity. His wrinkled hand, like dry wood, drew closer and closer to Mu Zihan.