The stench was different from the ordinary stench.
Those who could cultivate to this level were all the best of various universes, existences who stood on the summit. They could move mountains, fill oceans, and shatter the universe with a single thought. How could a mere stench affect them?
But it did affect Aohen.
Bu Fang's stinky tofu had been improved countless times. Its stench could go deep into the marrow and could not be avoided. Even a Saint of the Great Path could not avoid smelling it.
The corner of Aohen's mouth twitched. He felt the pressure on him became greater. The stench actually messed up his power. If the aroma of food could affect the minds of the contenders in battle, then this stench was purely affecting the mood.
Aohen felt his stomach churn. Fortunately, he had not eaten anything in the past countless years, so he could not throw up anything. But because his state was affected, he felt that the iron puppet in front of him was getting stronger and stronger.
