Chili water is different from other physical torments; it is not a poison. Its spiciness is from the inside out, and even with Li Qingmu's current strength, he wouldn't dare to consume a large amount, otherwise, he'd surely be brought to tears by the heat.
The black-robed man quickly became flushed and red-faced from the spiciness, and when the chili water accidentally got into his eyes, it made him cry uncontrollably, like he had just been pulled out of a steaming pot, his entire face drenched in sweat.
"Ah! It's killing me, it's killing me!" the black-robed man exaggeratedly stuck out his tongue and panted heavily.
Seeing this, Li Qingmu sneered and said, "This person seems to handle spicy food well, pour him another basin!"
Yama, excited, picked up a basin of steaming chili water and came over, pinched the black-robed man's nose and jaw, and started pouring the chili water into him.
