Jing Hongchen: Damn! They're All on the Same Side?

Inside the Sun Moon Team's private hotel meeting room, the heating was turned up high, yet it still could not dispel the chill clinging to Jing Hongchen.

Wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket, he huddled on the sofa, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. His cheeks were an unnatural bluish white from the cold, making it obvious that he had been thoroughly ravaged by extreme low temperatures.

Still, this was already a blessing amid misfortune—an ordinary person would likely have been frozen into an ice sculpture under such Ultimate Ice, their breathing stopped altogether.

Relying on the thick fat he had built up over the years and his cultivation as a Super Douluo, the fatty had endured it head-on. Even so, he had been left shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

"Achoo!" A loud sneeze burst from beneath the blanket. Jing Hongchen hurriedly wrapped himself up tighter, his nose red and his eyes glistening with tears.

A dignified Super Douluo was now sneezing nonstop like a child who had caught a chill. If word got out, he would become the laughingstock of the entire continent.

Clearly, Long Yaoqing's extreme cold was simply not something he could withstand by force.

Xiao Hongchen stood nearby. Seeing his grandfather in such a sorry state, he finally could not resist curling his lips in mockery. "Grandfather, aren't you the Super Douluo famed for roaming the continent unchecked? How can you not endure even this little bit of cold? You even caught a cold? I'd say the value of your Soul Master cultivation is a little questionable!"

Hearing his own grandson's disrespectful mockery, Jing Hongchen abruptly raised his head and glared fiercely at him, his eyes filled with menace—Just you wait, brat!

But he truly had no strength to argue with Xiao Hongchen right now. His throat was