Lian Cheng let out a cold laugh.

There was a condition in this world known as being stubbornly tough.

Some people, even if they had sour plum essence in their mouth, pressure mats pressed against their chest, a two-hundred-plus-pound woman standing on their back, fascia knives working on both legs, and electrodes simulating childbirth at maximum output pressed against their abdomen, when they were already barely breathing and on the verge of death, they would still lift their head, widen their eyes, and issue a soul-searching question. “You’re too weak. Did you even eat anything[1]?!”

Even if the world exploded, even if the Supreme Benevolences and the Nine Abominations disappeared, even if the universe was destroyed, that mouth, tougher than a duck’s bill[2], would still be floating through the endless void, babbling nonstop.

Heh. He’s putting on a brave front and acting tough.

Did he really think that would help?! The real torment was still ahead.

Lian Cheng looked down at Ji Jue with contempt, but he couldn’t help taking another look. His eyes widened as he leaned closer and closer, staring at that infuriating smiling...