Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 177 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey

"Even tigers take naps, so let him stay in a state of constant surveillance."

"Until he has a mental breakdown, then we have a chance."

"If necessary, you can use his family to put pressure on him!"

On the rooftop, the trio formed a circle, watching Wang Ye's figure in the distance. The scarred man sneered, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"It's true that tigers take naps, but it's also true that they eat people. Aren't you afraid that Wang Ye will attack you directly?" A voice suddenly came from behind, low and teasing.

"Hehe, Wang is not that kind of person, let alone me..." The scarred man froze in the middle of his words. He had never heard this voice before, and it was so strange and harsh.

The trio turned around in horror, but their eyes were unexpectedly met with a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss, as if a sea of ​​blood and hell was spreading out before their eyes, and their consciousness was instantly swallowed up.

"Xun character: Wind Blade!"

Mo Yu smiled coldly and waved his hand, sending three wind blades swiftly shooting out, severing the three men's right arms. As the limbs fell to the ground, he flicked his finger, and a ball of green flame ignited from thin air, devouring the flesh and blood completely.

At that moment, he released his suppression of the three people's consciousness, allowing them to wake up and watch their broken arm turn into ashes.

Pain and fear intertwined, the three people's pupils suddenly shrank, and hoarse growls came from their throats.

"Tell the people behind you that I, Mo Yu, have also mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men. If you want it, come to me." Mo Yu's voice was as cold as the wind on a winter night, with a hint of disdain. "Also, you can only chant the sutra once. I will perform a ritual to save the deceased next time."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yu's figure disappeared right under their noses. No one saw how he left, just as no one noticed how he came.

A cold wind blew across the rooftop, the pungent smell of blood piercing their nostrils. The three men relaxed their tense nerves a little, then felt a sharp pain in their severed arms, and cold sweat soaked their backs. They hurriedly sealed the wounds, staunching the bleeding and preventing death from excessive blood loss.

"Who is this guy?" A non-mainstream young man with a pink Shamatte hairstyle and strange magatama eyeshadow asked in a trembling voice.

"Mo Yu, the true champion of Luotian Dajiao." The scarred man covered his broken arm, his face gloomy, and spat out the name through gritted teeth.

"I heard that no less than five hundred people from Quanxing died at his hands that night!" The short and fat third man smiled bitterly, his features distorted in pain, and his voice was full of fear.

In South China, Feng Shayan was able to easily force back several waves of people. In addition to her personal strength being not weak in the entire extraordinary circle and the fact that the Tianxia Association was indeed making efforts, a large part of the reason was Mo Yu's reputation.

In this day and age, when few people have blood on their hands, how can it be said that Mo Yu alone is responsible for at least 500 lives? Although the Quanxing Cult is punishable by all.

But they are still human beings after all, and most of them are good at it!

However, there will always be brave men who dare to take risks when there is a big reward, and the reward posted is really too tempting.

There are always those who harbor a sense of luck, thinking they haven't done anything wrong. Even Mo Yu wouldn't come and kill them, right? At most, they'll get a beating, and consider it a quick buck.

But the problem is, this sword maniac really dares to use ruthless force!

"The bounty in South China is half as high as here. I didn't dare go because I was afraid of this killer." The short and fat man gritted his teeth, his face full of helplessness and unwillingness. "But why is he here?"

Scarface, the most vicious of the three, who was even thinking about how to take revenge just now, now had his eyes wide open and his body trembling uncontrollably.

Although he was a bad guy, his mind worked very quickly. After Mo Yu disappeared, he first glanced at Wang Ye. Seeing that Mo Yu hadn't appeared, he glanced at the other two groups of people on the street who were also being paid to follow him. His pupils suddenly shrank.

The sun was scorching, the streets were bustling with people.

Mo Yu's figure went upstream, his steps leisurely as if he was strolling in the garden. His black Taoist robe reflected slightly in the sunlight, which was out of tune with the hustle and bustle around him.

When he got close to the target, he just stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, and a living person disappeared out of thin air!
Silently and without even a chance to struggle.

The next moment, his figure disappeared again, and he appeared next to another person like a ghost. With the same palm, another person turned into nothingness.

The sun was blazing hot, making the streets look piercingly white, but the scarred man couldn't help but feel a biting chill in his heart. Cold sweat streamed down his cheeks, and fear wrapped around his heart like a vine. He no longer dared to have any thoughts of revenge.

Mo Yu slowly turned into an empty alley, raised his hand and waved, and several figures fell out from the void. They were the people he had just knocked unconscious and forced into the chat group.

He still cut off one of their right arms. To prevent them from bleeding to death, he flicked his finger, and several water bullets shot out of the air, accurately pouring on their faces. The water splashed everywhere, and several people slowly woke up. The fog dissipated, and after they could see their faces clearly.

Mo Yu said those two cold words and turned to leave. His back disappeared into the shadows at the end of the alley, and no one could see how he vanished.

Under the awning outside the beverage shop, Wang Ye leaned on a rattan chair, staring at the two cold drinks in front of him.

The ice had melted long ago, and water droplets condensed on the wall of the cup, gleaming in the sunlight and reflecting his complicated expression.

He inserted a straw and took a sip slowly. His eyes seemed to be struggling with something, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to be a little helpless.

Just then, a hand reached out and took away another cup.

Mo Yu pulled up the chair across from him and sat down, his posture casual, a slight smile playing on his lips. He leaned back against the rattan chair, a straw between his lips, his whole body exuding a casual air, as if the brutal act of severing someone's arm had nothing to do with him.

Wang also looked up at him. His junior brother was still the same, and his expression seemed no different from before, which was completely different from his own haggard look.

"You asked me out and made me wait. Isn't that bad?" Wang Ye said in a flat tone with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's obviously you who came late, senior brother. I got bored waiting for you, so I just wandered around." Mo Yu took a sip of lemon tea and replied lazily, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Wang Ye heard this and glanced up at the rooftop of the building across from him. The surveillance had vanished without a trace, and while he felt a sense of relief, he also understood that Mo Yu's actions were essentially concentrating the pressure on him alone.

He sighed and said helplessly, "My family is being targeted, and you took the Tongtian Scroll in public, so I'm afraid you can't escape. Why don't you go home now, but come to my place to join in the fun?"

"As the art of war says: 'Be capable but pretend you can't'. The more you care about something, the less you should show it." Mo Yu put down the cup and leaned back on the rattan chair without any image, his tone relaxed and sharp.

"What's more, behind the two groups of people is actually the same group. No matter which side we deal with, it will be the same." He paused, glanced at Wang Ye, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Brother, you are soft-hearted, but I don't have that problem."

Wang was silent. As the senior brother, he should have been the one to protect this junior brother, who had only been a disciple for two months, from the elements. But now, he was being protected behind his back.

His heart sank, guilt surging over him, and he whispered, "Is there anything I can do?"

What made him even more uncomfortable was that faced with this situation, he couldn't even figure out how he could help Mo Yu, and he had to ask.

"Practice, practice, what have I been practicing all these years?" Wang Ye smiled bitterly to himself.

Mo Yu, however, didn't care. He took a sip of his cold drink and chuckled, "We agreed that next time you encounter something like this, you can just come to me." He put down the cup, leaned forward, and looked directly at Wang Ye. "Senior brother, you are a gentleman with compassion in your heart. It's inevitable that you won't be able to do anything like this to such a person."

"I'm different. I'm just a reckless person. If anyone offends me, I'll kill them no matter how far away they are!"

Under the pergola, the scorching sun casts mottled shadows through the vines, and water droplets slowly slide down the wall of the cold drink cup.

Wang Ye looked at the fellow apprentice across from him, remained silent for a moment, and finally smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You really are... Ha, what are you going to do?"

"I've already killed the chicken. Let's see if I can make the monkey behave itself."

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, his radiant and restrained gaze betraying no trace of murderous intent, yet his words were extremely cold: "If you still don't know how to restrain yourself, I don't mind making an example of you."

"Have you found out who is behind this?" Wang Ye asked with a frown.

"I haven't checked them all. Wang Ai is definitely one of the Ten Lords, and the others probably aren't any less powerful than him. The Lu and Wang families are on the same page, so they probably had a hand in it too."

Wang Ye's brows furrowed even deeper. The Ten Lords were not only powerful in their own right, but more importantly, they represented the power behind them.

But Mo Yu didn't care about these. Among the ten bosses he had met, only the old Taoist priest was really a coward. In his eyes, the others were just like that, and their methods might not be much better than his.

Before he came, he had already called to find out what the old Heavenly Master was thinking. As a mortal, he could only manage the disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and he had no control over matters outside.

As long as the old Taoist priest did not take action, Mo Yu was also very curious whether there was another person like Zhang Zhiwei, the Taoist priest of Tiantong, hiding in this huge Shangjing City, the best place in the world.

(End of this chapter)