The Strongest in the Universe

Whenever they saw Qin Yu, those Dao Ancestors, Great Emperors, God Kings, and Heavenly Venerables would all look at him and laugh.

Some would call out, “Qin Yu, you've got another huge hole blasted through your chest!”

Qin Yu wouldn't answer. He would just say to himself, “I've made it through another day.” Then he'd casually toss out nine heads, each only as big as a star.

When he didn't respond, they deliberately shouted even louder, “You abandoned your people again and ran back here alone!”

Qin Yu widened his eyes. “How can you make things up and slander me like that...”

“Make things up? I clearly saw them all die every time, with you as the only survivor!”

Qin Yu's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead as he argued, “How can you call that abandoning them? They were all dead... What else could I do...”

Then came a string of vicious taunts, things like “As long as you're alive, there's still hope” and “I'll definitely avenge them.” Everyone bound to the execution frames burst into laughter, and the whole of spacetime was filled with a cheerful air.