Do You Really Want Me Dead?

When the Old Angel King saw those fragile humans descending from above one after another like dumplings dropped into a pot, his entire worldview was instantly overturned.

How could these fragile humans jump down from such a height?

Wasn't this supposed to be what humans feared most?

Yet they charged ahead without hesitation, each one absurdly adorable.

"You tell me, if they dare jump down from such a height, what else is there that they wouldn't dare do? Aren't humans supposed to have no abilities at all? They're the most fragile beings in this universe, yet they've got some nerve. They dare be so bold with just a single rope. They really are busy and hardworking."

He truly had no idea what these humans relied on to survive. You could say they couldn't survive.

Yet they constantly came up with ways to torment themselves to death. Then again, you could say they could survive.

Jumping down from such a height—could they really live through that?

With bodies as fragile as theirs, wouldn't they get themselves completely smashed to pieces?

When Little Nezha heard the Old Angel King actually feeling sorry for these humans, he merely chuckled to himself.

"Then I hope you can still feel sorry for them later. After all, you should probably spare some pity for yourself too. Your situation isn't exactly great right now."

Hearing Little Nezha say that, the Old Angel King felt that even if he were made to go up there, he wouldn't be afraid.

With his abilities, how could he possibly fear a mere height?

He had traveled through the universe, after all. A height like this was nothing more than child's play to him.

It wouldn't hurt him in the slightest. Not only would he not be afraid, but he would also