Hou Jun did not want to kneel.
But he had to kneel.
Because:
His mind, his pride, his backbone—all of it had collapsed.
Chu Qing stood there and let him strike him. Even after using thirty years of his cultivation, Hou Jun had not knocked a single hair off Chu Qing.
Not kneel?
He had to kneel!
No one understood the Flesh and Blood Path better than he did.
Yet his thirty years in the Flesh and Blood Path were worthless in Chu Qing's eyes.
Even more terrifying was this:
Chu Qing had reached the Nine Heavens of Square Inch Land.
Back then, Hou Jun had also been a Heaven-Piercing Heavenly Pride.
But within Square Inch Land, people who were not Heaven-Reaching Experts had beaten him to pieces.
In the end, in despair, he had entered the New Realm.
He could not imagine:
How a mud-legged nobody had fought his way into the Nine Heavens.
Nor could he imagine that Chu Qing, a newcomer, did not care about a Flesh and Blood Path expert like him.
He did not want to die.
So he obediently knelt.
Chu Qing smiled in satisfaction.
"Be a good dog from now on!"
Hou Jun's mouth twitched. He kowtowed and said, "Master Qing, I'll be your dog right now!"
"I only beg you to teach me the correct Flesh and Blood Path!"
Chu Qing threw back his head and laughed.
With a wave of his hand, Hou Jun immediately shuffled forward on his knees, looking up at him with a fawning expression.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Like patting a big dog, Chu Qing lightly patted his head. "Back in my hometown, there's a saying—those who recognize the times are heroes!"
"You are a hero!"
Hou Jun was delighted.
"You are the first New Realm expert to