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 full blast, yet it still could not dispel the chill clinging to Jing Hongchen.

Wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket, he curled up on the sofa, his shoulders still trembling uncontrollably. His cheeks were an unhealthy bluish white from the cold, making it obvious that he had been thoroughly tormented by Ultimate Ice.

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 entirely.

Relying on the thick fat he had built up over the years and his cultivation as a Super Douluo, this fat man had endured it head-on, only to be left shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

"Achoo—!" A loud sneeze burst from beneath the blanket. Jing Hongchen hurriedly wrapped himself 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 icy chill was not something he could withstand by force.

Xiao Hongchen stood nearby, watching his grandfather in such a sorry state. Unable to hold back any longer, he curled his lips in mockery. "Grandpa, aren't you a Super Douluo renowned across the continent? How can you not withstand a little cold, and even catch a cold? I'd say the value of your Soul Master cultivation is a bit questionable!"

Hearing his grandson's disrespectful mockery, Jing Hongchen abruptly raised his head and glared fiercely at him, his eyes full of threat—Just you wait, brat!

But he truly had no strength to argue with Xiao Hongchen right now. His frozen, stiff throat made even speaking