"Can you tell me what this technique is?"
Hong Agong looked up at Ying Chen.
His eyes flickered with a dull, gray color, like the sky before a storm, dark and unfathomable.
Hong Agong's eyes had already been blinded by the pressure of Ying Chen's punch intent just now.
He looked up at Ying Chen, but it was only based on instinct. In reality, he could not see Ying Chen at all, only darkness.
And not only his eyes, but his ears were also deafened.
Only his mouth could still speak.
Even though Hong Agong knew he couldn't hear the answer, he still stubbornly asked this question.
This showed how deeply he was fixated on Ying Chen's move.
Ying Chen glanced at Hong Agong indifferently, his lips moved, and a wave of sound spread out in a unique way, entering Hong Agong's ears.
Instantly, the words appeared in Hong Agong's mind: "This is the ultimate technique of the Renwu Realm – the Imperfect Golden Body. It can learn any technique and break any technique, and can be called the 'Mother of Ten Thousand Punches'."
"Imperfect Golden Body?"
"Mother of Ten Thousand Punches?"
Hong Agong's face showed confusion. Hearing the unfamiliar terms and the unfamiliar realm of "Renwu Realm," he felt like a primary school student just beginning to explore the ocean of knowledge, with a head full of a hundred thousand whys.
After speaking, Ying Chen did not offer any further explanation.
The three ancient realms of Renwu, Diling, and Tiantong were not secrets that needed to be closely guarded.
It wouldn't hurt to tell Hong Agong.
It's just that no one in this era could break through the Renwu Realm anymore, so they could only divide it into ten stages, like frogs in a well who thought that was the whole world.
As for the Imperfect Golden Body, even Ying Chen, who hadn't successfully cultivated it two thousand years ago, wouldn't be able to cultivate it successfully just by knowing its name and origin, would he?
Impossible.
The Imperfect Golden Body was the ultimate realm of the Renwu Realm. As long as one learned the Imperfect Golden Body, any move below the Renwu Realm, no matter how obscure or peculiar, no matter how rebellious, could be perfectly replicated by the Imperfect Golden Body.
The words "Mother of Ten Thousand Punches" were not spoken lightly.
The reason Ying Chen had just replicated Hong Agong's Thunder God's posture was precisely this.
This was even before the Imperfect Golden Body had been formally cultivated. If it had been formally cultivated, the Thunder God's posture displayed by Ying Chen would have been even more astonishing.
At that time, perhaps even Hong Agong would not have been able to distinguish truth from falsehood, thinking that Ying Chen was the reincarnation of the Thunder God, or a divine being descended to earth!
"Destroying your ears and eyes is your punishment."
"If you are wise, you should be grateful, not resentful. After all, in the past, defeated generals like you would only face decapitation and desecration of their corpses."
Ying Chen said coldly.
At the same time, he observed Hong Agong's emotional changes.
If Hong Agong had the slightest hint of resentment, Ying Chen would not hesitate to twist off his head!
Ying Chen, who had led armies and killed countless people over two thousand years ago, was by no means a great philanthropist!
It was only because Hong Agong's punch intent was extremely strong and yang, and he was not an utterly evil person, that Ying Chen spared his life!
If Hong Agong could learn from his mistakes and cultivate diligently, it was still possible for him to regain his hearing and sight in the future.
"Your power is immense, and I, Hong Agong, admire you wholeheartedly. I understand even more that my survival is due to your mercy, how could I dare to harbor any resentment?"
"For more than sixty years, I, Hong Agong, have never admired anyone. Today, having met you, I finally realize that there is always someone better, and I am truly convinced!"
"Hong Agong thanks you for sparing my life!"
Hong Agong said loudly, then kowtowed three times on the ground.
With a look of solemnity and seriousness.
After finishing the three kowtows, Hong Agong tremblingly got up.
He extended his arm: "Qizai, take me back to the martial arts school. From now on, the Liao family's affairs have nothing to do with me, nor with our Sanhe Sect."
Qizai was Hong Shifu's nickname.
Hong Shifu quickly walked to Hong Agong's side and took his arm: "Yes, Agong."
After speaking, the old and young man turned and left.
Their backs stretched long in the lamplight, filled with desolation and sorrow.
Watching the two Hongs gradually disappear into the night, Liao Yifan's father was dumbfounded.
He trembled, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
He wanted to call out to Hong Agong, but ultimately did not dare to.
Soon, only the Liao father and son, Ying Chen, and Zhuang Ruoting, whose eyes were wide open in disbelief, remained at the scene.
Zhuang Ruoting looked at Ying Chen as if she didn't know him, her mouth slightly open, clearly wanting to ask him countless questions.
She couldn't understand why Ying Chen had suddenly become so powerful, and even the formidable Hong Agong had been defeated by him!
But on second thought, she had never truly understood Ying Chen from the beginning, let alone his strength.
Her judgment of Ying Chen had been wrong from the start, so what questions could she ask?
Only now did she understand why Professor Li had remained tight-lipped about Ying Chen's affairs.
Why Ying Chen dared to go to Hong Kong alone to collect debts.
Why Ying Chen had declared that her marriage problem was a trivial matter.
"Hong Agong has already paid the price. As the instigators, you wouldn't think you can escape, would you?"
Ying Chen looked at the Liao father and son with sarcasm and asked.
The Liao father and son were instantly terrified.
Hong Agong had lost his ears and eyes just by being defeated; as the masterminds, they had deeply offended Ying Chen, and they were likely to be crushed into meat paste on the spot!
No, being crushed into meat paste might be too lenient for them!
Ying Chen would most likely make them die in a painful and slow manner!
Thinking of that scene, the Liao father and son broke out in a cold sweat and trembled uncontrollably.
Bang bang bang...
As father and son, they seemed to have a telepathic connection and simultaneously began to kowtow to Ying Chen.
"Sir, have mercy, sir, have mercy. I swear I will never pester Ruoting again, nor will I have any improper thoughts about her. From now on, I will regard Ruoting as my mother, with only respect and no transgression..."
Liao Yifan swore as he kowtowed.
Zhuang Ruoting, hearing this, instantly blushed and couldn't help but curse, "Shameless! I don't want a son like you!"
Liao Yifan's father also swore as he kowtowed: "Sir, you are magnanimous. Please spare our Liao family! Our Liao family is willing to pay the 5.7 billion compensation as you requested before!"
"Even..."
Liao Yifan's father hesitated for a moment, then glanced at his son.
"If you feel that you cannot quell your anger, you can take my unfilial son away. Whether you kill him or cut him up, it's all up to you! After all, this matter started because of him, and I was truly unaware of anything!"
At this critical moment, Liao Yifan's father did not hesitate to sell out his son.
Coincidentally, Liao Yifan had the same thought, and almost simultaneously blurted out: "It was my dad who wanted to kill you, not me! I just wanted to renege on the debt! Although I have sinned, my sin is not punishable by death. I beg you to have mercy and spare my life!"
After the father and son finished speaking, they were both stunned.
They looked at each other with disbelief, as if they couldn't believe this was the father/son they had lived with day in and day out.
The scene instantly froze. The entire villa was silent, so quiet that a needle drop could be heard.
It was as if four characters hung in the void above the heads of the Liao father and son, perfectly illustrating the scene.
Filial piety, and paternal love.