Youth With Eighth Grade Syndrome

Under the thousand-meter-tall cliff, countless cracks spread out like a spider web. At the center was a human-shaped hole more than ten meters deep.

The black-robed youth was lying in the pit, bleeding from his seven orifices, unconscious. Fortunately, his body was tough enough and he did not die on the spot. Even so, he was still severely injured, with countless bones broken.

Witnessing this scene, Qin Jue was rather speechless. Was this guy an idiot? Could he not see what the problem was?

Shaking his head, Qin Jue lightly waved his arm, and the black-robed youth lying in the pit was immediately grabbed by an invisible hand and lightly landed back on the cliff.

In any case, this guy had been repeatedly injured because of him, so Qin Jue naturally couldn't sit idle.

Thinking like this, Qin Jue's palm suddenly lit up with a golden light. This golden light continued to expand, landing on the black-robed youth and enveloping him.