65 A trial passed.

Teng Zhe's gaze flickered, he didn't immediately give an answer to Bai Ming's request. Instead he unhurriedly turned towards Yan Shi who was still kneeling on the hard ground, unable to move a muscle under Teng Zhe's spirit suppression.

Hearing the conversation between Bai Ming and Teng Zhe just now, Yan Shi's face turned pale and his eyes showed intense fear. A panic that had never occurred before appeared in his heart.

"A waste of a good slave." Teng Zhe muttered to himself, then his divine will suddenly sunk into his consciousness and destroyed a certain drop of golden blood essence.

Suddenly Yan Shi let out a miserable scream, his eyes blurred as his soul shattered and his body collapsed lifelessly on the ground. To keep Yan Shi under his grasp, Teng Zhe had taken Yan Shi's spirit blood essence. With the spirit blood essence, he only needed an thought to eliminate him.

Seeing this a flash of happiness appeared on Bai Ming's cold face.