Lu Chengwen did not have Long Aotian's courage and resolve.
Nor did he have Zhao Ritian's fearlessness and valor.
Instead, he was terrifyingly calm.
No one could know what his apocalyptic fantasy looked like. He simply gazed calmly into the distance above, as if he were looking at a white cloud, a rainbow, a crescent moon, a glowing sunset...
Yang Yuhuan shook her head in amazement. "Though the apocalyptic visions differ, they are all... disasters so terrifying that even the strongest people in the world would be shaken to the core. No one, not a single person, could face such a sight so calmly!"
Everyone stood up and even edged closer.
They all wanted to see Lu Chengwen's face clearly, to see his eyes and expression, to catch even the slightest change in his demeanor or emotional fluctuations.
But there were none.
Lu Chengwen was so calm, calm to a terrifying degree.
He moved, slowly taking a step forward and reaching out as though he wanted to touch something.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly...
Zhao Feiyan was shocked. "He's actually smiling!?"
Lu Chengwen smiled faintly, his eyes slightly moist. "I was scared for so long, but now that it's finally here, I'm not scared anymore."
Lu Chengwen took a deep breath. "Since I can't avoid it, I might as well stop trying."
Lu Chengwen looked at his palm, then raised his head. "I fucking knew it. If this world is going to be saved, in the end it'll still have to be me! Isn't it just some lousy Heavenly Tribulation? Fuck, who the hell are you trying to scare?"
Lu Chengwen suddenly leaped into the air. "Come on! Let Daddy have some fun!"
The moment Lu Chengwen jumped up, the crazed Zhao Ritian sent him flying with a