"Like bowing your head?"
Hearing such an outrageous remark, even Hu Daheng, as foolish as he was, understood now.
Ying Chen wasn't submitting to him; he was clearly showing off!
"If I were you... I wouldn't act like this... Because... you're no match for me at all!"
"In the eyes of Zhenren... I'm a cash cow... while you, apart from knowing some martial arts... are nothing..."
"If it were you... and your dog bit your cash cow... would you kill the dog or chop down the cash cow?"
Hu Daheng, with a flushed face and thick neck, stammered.
He was comparing Ying Chen to Yang Zhenren's dog, and himself to Yang Zhenren's cash cow!
After hearing Hu Daheng's analogy, Ying Chen thought about it seriously and replied, "I would kill the dog."
Upon hearing this, Hu Daheng chuckled.
"You're not... stupid after all... You know a pet dog can't compare to a cash cow..."
"Then what are you waiting for... Hurry and... put me down!"
"I'm... I'm... I can't breathe!"
However, Ying Chen remained motionless.
He even tightened his grip on Hu Daheng's neck.
"Unfortunately, your analogy has a premise: that our identities are established simultaneously. While it's true you are Yang Zhenren's cash cow, I am not Yang Zhenren's dog!"
"He wasn't worthy of me being his dog when he was alive, so why would I be now that he's dead?"
Whoosh!
Hu Daheng's face instantly turned ashen.
"Zhenren... he's... dead?"
Hu Daheng asked in disbelief.
In Hu Daheng's mind, Yang Zhenren was practically equivalent to an immortal!
He even believed that Yang Zhenren would eventually achieve immortality and ascend to the heavens.
This was one of the reasons why he had been so devoted to Yang Zhenren.
And now, the Yang Zhenren, whom he considered an immortal, was dead, killed by a mere mortal!
Hu Daheng felt his faith shatter in an instant.
His face was filled with despair and dejection.
"No... it's absolutely not true!"
"You're lying to me!"
"You scoundrel, you dare to lie to me like this just to win favor with Zhenren! Do you believe I'll make you..."
Hu Daheng suddenly raised his head and cursed hysterically.
But before he could finish, his mouth abruptly stopped. His eyes bulged, his pupils dilated, and the life in his eyes slowly faded.
Ying Chen had tightened his grip, crushing Hu Daheng's throat!
"Those who don't know their place deserve to die," Ying Chen said coldly, looking at Hu Daheng's face, which was gradually losing its vitality.
Even as Hu Daheng clearly felt his life ebbing away, he still refused to believe that Ying Chen would dare to kill him.
He mumbled a sentence from his lips: "Zhenren will definitely... avenge me... avenge me..."
Then his head lolled to the side, and he died with deep shock and unwillingness!
Thump!
Ying Chen casually tossed Hu Daheng's corpse to the ground.
Honestly, Ying Chen hadn't intended to do anything to Hu Daheng before.
But Hu Daheng's constant courting of death had left him no choice but to send him on his way.
Good advice is hard to offer to a stubborn fool. Since Ying Chen had no intention of becoming a Buddha or an ancestor, why should he show mercy and tolerate such a suicidal fool?
Whoosh...
The night wind blew across the mountaintop.
It carried away the scent of blood from the summit.
It also made Min Ziqiong's parents feel a chill, and they instinctively recoiled.
Both were still unconscious.
Ying Chen gazed down at them quietly.
A killing intent slowly surfaced in his heart.
Ever since these two appeared in Ying Chen's world, they had constantly brought him trouble.
Although it wasn't major trouble and didn't threaten Ying Chen, even flies could be annoying in large numbers.
It would be better to resolve them now and eliminate future troubles!
A ball of fire appeared at Ying Chen's fingertips.
It was the Zi Zhu Underworld Fire.
Once the flames fell, Min Ziqiong's parents and Hu Daheng would instantly turn to ashes.
All traces of their existence in this world would be completely erased.
But just as Ying Chen was about to strike.
A voice suddenly came from the doorway: "Mr. Ying!"
Ying Chen turned his head and saw that Min Ziqiong and Nannan had finally woken up due to the commotion outside and had come out!
"Sigh." Ying Chen sighed inwardly and extinguished the Zi Zhu Underworld Fire.
If only Min Ziqiong were present, Ying Chen might have pretended not to hear her call and thrown the fire down.
But with Nannan present...
Ying Chen couldn't bring himself to do it.
Regardless of whether Ying Chen and Nannan were master and disciple now, even if they weren't, Ying Chen couldn't bear to burn her maternal grandparents alive in front of a five-year-old child.
"Dad!"
"Mom!"
Seeing the two lying on the ground, Min Ziqiong's expression changed, and she immediately rushed over.
"Mr. Ying, what happened to my parents?"
But no matter how Min Ziqiong called out, the two remained unresponsive.
This made Min Ziqiong very nervous, thinking they were already dead.
After all, beside them lay a corpse. Although Min Ziqiong didn't recognize him, he looked vaguely familiar, as if she had seen him in the media.
If even such a prominent figure couldn't escape, her parents were even more doomed.
Fortunately, Ying Chen spoke up at this moment: "They are fine, just fainted. As for how they fainted, I don't know. I heard the commotion and rushed out to find them like this. I only saw a dark figure leap away, walking on the sea."
Ying Chen skillfully shifted the blame.
Upon hearing this, Min Ziqiong couldn't help but feel grateful: "Thank you so much, Mr. Ying. If it weren't for you, my parents would probably have become corpses like this gentleman. Our Min family owes you another favor!"
Min Ziqiong, the naive and sweet girl, harbored no suspicion.
Perhaps she trusted Ying Chen too much, or she was afraid to think too deeply.
"You're too kind. Hurry and wake your parents up!" Ying Chen waved his hand.
"Right, I see they've fainted quite severely. I suggest you use some unconventional methods when waking them up..."
Min Ziqiong was stunned: "Ah? What unconventional methods?"
Just as Ying Chen was about to explain, Nannan, who had been silent, walked forward.
She raised her small hands and slapped Min Ziqiong's parents twice.
Then Min Ziqiong's parents slowly opened their eyes, groggily.
"..." Min Ziqiong was dumbfounded.
So, this was what Ying Chen meant by unconventional methods?
It was effective, but it felt a bit strange coming from Nannan.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders to witness it, and she wasn't born in ancient times, otherwise Nannan would surely have been branded as "disrespectful to parents and deserving of heavenly punishment."
"Xiao Qiong? Nannan? What are you two doing here?" Min Ziqiong's father looked at his daughter blankly and asked.
A moment later, he seemed to remember something and looked around wildly: "Where is Zhenren? Where is Hu Daheng?"
When he finally saw Hu Daheng lying beside him, he was so startled that he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Hu... Hu Daheng... is dead?"
Min Ziqiong's mother was also startled and scrambled towards Min Ziqiong in a panic.
"Someone's dead! Someone's dead! Hurry and call the police!"
Min Ziqiong patted her mother's back, comforting her, "Mom, don't be afraid. We'll definitely call the police, but the killer has escaped for now. Fortunately, Mr. Ying heard the commotion and came to take a look, otherwise you and Dad would have suffered the same fate."
"Mr. Ying said the killer leaped off from here and disappeared into the sea. He must be extremely skilled, either a martial arts master or a master of the mystic arts. Dad, Mom, when did you offend such a master?"
Min Ziqiong's parents were first stunned, then they exchanged glances.
A flicker of panic and shock flashed in their eyes simultaneously!