You See? Getting Anxious Again! Even If You Want to Improve Too Much, You Have to Stay Rational

"Professor Cao, Heavenly Fate Masters are so powerful. Is modifying a Type Ten God Chosen really enough?"

Seeing Lu Xingshi return, the recovered Zheng Zhu asked with a bewildered expression.

"I don't know." Lu Xingshi gave him a high-quality answer, then added, "If Type Ten isn't enough, then Type Eleven, Type Twelve—keep modifying and growing stronger without end. One day, we'll catch up to him."

Zheng Zhu could not help but laugh upon hearing that. "How long would that take?"

"If the Heavenly Fate Master comes to kill us tomorrow, do you think we can stop him?"

Having survived, Zheng Zhu seemed to have been beaten so thoroughly by the Heavenly Fate Master that he had lost all spirit, even developing fear.

"I don't know how long it'll take, but I know we definitely can't stop him," Lu Xingshi said slowly.

"Then what should we do?" Zheng Zhu was truly afraid. That horrifying pressure and terrifying attack were still carved into his mind.

He could not muster even the thought of resisting the Heavenly Fate Master. If the Heavenly Fate Master appeared before him again, he would only be too frightened to make any move, obediently waiting for death.

This was probably a Broken Dao Heart.

A rough comparison would be a favored genius getting slapped in the face by the protagonist, unable to accept it, and ultimately suffering a crushing defeat.

That was Zheng Zhu's situation.

However, compared with those favored geniuses, Zheng Zhu had one advantage: his strength had not come from his own hard work. It was practically picked up for free.

Otherwise, why would they say he was lucky?

"Eat cold noodles. Or, more simply, find yourself a crooked neck tree and hang yourself," Lu Xingshi said indifferently.

In this state, he really might not be