"Break for me!"
Hong Agong took a deep breath, his chest puffing out. A blast of white breath, like sword light, spewed from his mouth.
The sharp aura made the void crackle.
It was as if a sword had truly emerged from Hong Agong's mouth, capable of slicing the sky in half.
However, after Hong Agong finished exhaling, the sky remained unchanged.
It was still dim and lusterless, still cast over everything.
Hong Agong still felt no sensation.
"Bad!" Hong Agong's heart sank rapidly, an ominous premonition striking him.
The next second, Hong Agong's premonition became reality.
A palm, like a Buddhist seal descending from the heavens, instantly landed on Hong Agong's head.
Rumble!
It was as if the sky was torn apart by this palm, and the earth was pierced through.
Hong Agong plummeted rapidly, surrounded by ice, desolation, despair, and fear.
He momentarily felt a desire to die!
As if accepting his fate, he completely gave up resisting, wishing only for a swift death!
"No! How could this be?"
"I have roamed the martial world for decades, and never lost heart even when surrounded by a hundred swordsmen in an alley. My life has been one of unceasing struggle and unwavering progress! The words 'seek death' or 'await death' should never appear in my life!"
Hong Agong let out a cry from within.
The next second, he suddenly raised both arms, his body trembling violently.
With the tremor, his originally gaunt and lean body suddenly became robust and powerful.
Muscles like dragons and snakes writhed across his skin.
A powerful and surging aura erupted from his body.
"Thunder God in the heavens, Agong on the earth!"
"Thunder, come!"
Crack!
A clap of thunder exploded in the darkness.
From the sky above, a bolt of lightning actually appeared and descended, striking Hong Agong's head.
And Hong Agong, empowered by this lightning, felt his internal energy surge even more, his body hairs standing on end. Fine threads of golden electricity danced and flickered among them.
In the blink of an eye, Hong Agong had indeed, faintly, taken on the appearance of the Thunder God on earth!
Every movement he made carried a sense of destructive, world-ending thunder!
The silence and darkness that had enveloped Hong Agong vanished completely.
Heaven and earth regained clarity, and the senses of everyone present returned.
"Hoo... hoo..." Liao Yifan and his son, Master Hong, and the others gasped for air like drowning men surfacing from the water.
In that instant, they had almost believed they were dead!
They had even prepared their souls for the underworld!
Even though they knew it was an illusion, human consciousness could affect the body!
Just like in that famous experiment, where scientists placed a condemned man in a dark room.
After blindfolding him, they simulated the sound of bleeding by his ear.
Although the condemned man had no wounds, he died the next day!
This showed that as long as the consciousness recognized death, the body would involuntarily wither!
Liao Yifan and the others had just experienced something like this!
If Hong Agong hadn't summoned thunder to shatter the illusion, they might all be corpses by now!
Liao Yifan and his son grew more fearful the more they thought about it, their gazes toward Ying Chen filled with intense dread.
Who could have imagined that such a young man possessed such terrifying martial prowess?
With just a casual gesture, he had toyed with everyone present!
Even Hong Agong, the top expert of Hong Kong, had nearly fallen!
"Your fist intent is quite interesting. In this day and age, to cultivate fist intent to such an extreme of hardness and yang, to the point where it manifests as thunder, is quite rare."
Ying Chen looked at Hong Agong, who seemed to embody the Thunder God, and said.
The thunder summoned by Hong Agong earlier was, of course, not real thunder.
It was a manifestation of Hong Agong's own fist intent.
Because Hong Agong had been resolute his entire life, and though his hands were stained with blood, he believed his actions were blameless and he never bowed his head. His fist intent had thus been infused with his character, becoming as hard and yang as thunder, unyielding even in the face of breaking.
To maintain such a mindset and cultivate such fist intent in this era was indeed rare.
However, rare or not, Ying Chen would show no mercy.
Over two thousand years ago, there were geniuses even rarer than Hong Agong in enemy nations, so numerous they were like clouds of locusts, yet they all fell to Ying Chen!
An enemy is an enemy.
When he chose to stand against Ying Chen, he was destined to have only two choices.
Kneel and beg for survival, or—
Stand and die!
"Young man, compared to you, I am not rare at all!"
"After all, at your young age, to be able to consistently suppress a sixth-tier expert like me, I have never seen such a youth in my life! I believe no one else has ever seen one either!"
"However, suppressing for a moment does not mean suppressing for a lifetime. The moment I activate my Thunder God form, it is destined that nothing in this world will be able to suppress me!"
"Let the thunder illuminate your path!"
"Die in peace!"
Hong Agong looked down at Ying Chen and said sternly.
The next second, he leaped up. The golden electricity flashing all over his body traced a dazzling arc in the night.
Large arcs of electricity spread along his hairs and beard, faintly forming a radiant halo of thunderous hair behind his head.
A halo of plasma, as bright as the sun, surrounded his fist, the surrounding air sizzling as it was scorched.
His terrifying aura shook the void, and heaven and earth trembled.
Rumble!
Hong Agong threw a punch!
Before the fist arrived, the air first exploded into a terrifying vortex, spreading wildly outwards!
Following this, cracks appeared on the ground, and the soil began to char!
Thump, thump...
Everyone present was stunned by Hong Agong's punch and collapsed to the ground, looking up at the descending Hong Agong as if he were a god!
At that moment, they had even forgotten Ying Chen's existence.
Their eyes held only Hong Agong!
Because in their eyes, with this punch thrown, Ying Chen's fate was already sealed.
What was there to care about for a dead man?
"Thunder God Agong! Thunder God Agong!"
Liao Yifan's father, like a worshiper before a deity, shouted excitedly, prostrating himself before Hong Agong.
Seeing this, the others seemed to be infected by Liao Yifan's father's fervor.
They also shouted, "Thunder God Agong! Thunder God Agong!"
The entire Liao family courtyard was filled with the fanatical voices of these people, like believers.
Not a single person noticed that amidst the dazzling electric light, a figure stood unmoving.
A sneer played on his lips as he looked at this group of people, acting like clowns in a circus.
Even Hong Agong himself did not notice this.
He, too, believed that Ying Chen had perished under his punch.
He accepted the worship of everyone present with a smile.
His expression suggested it was only natural.