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

Chapter 181 Wang Bing: I know I was wrong, let me go!

Wang Bing, the most beloved grandson of the Tenth Lord Wang Ai, is loved just as Mo Yu’s grandparents love him.

This equal emotion ignited the flame of revenge in Mo Yu's heart even more fiercely, making the smile on his lips even more crazy.

Wang was no more than twenty years old and handsome. He usually acted arrogantly relying on the power of the Wang family. But at this moment, he was like a frightened rabbit. His legs went soft and he tried to retreat into the shadows.

But he was a step too slow.

Those indifferent eyes were already fixed on him!

Wang Bing was so frightened that he took a few steps back, stumbled into the pillar of the corridor, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

But in the blink of an eye, the black-robed figure that was as terrifying as a god of death disappeared from his sight.

"Disappeared?" Wang Bing rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm everything in front of him, and murmured softly: "Where did it go? Or was I actually dreaming?"

The next moment, a hand rested on his shoulder from behind. The movement was light, yet revealed a chilling feeling.

Wang Bing's heart suddenly trembled, and his blood seemed to freeze. A terrible idea could not be suppressed and warned him wildly in his mind.

He turned his head stiffly, his pupils suddenly shrinking, and saw Mo Yu's indifferent and ruthless face close at hand. His eyes, as deep as the abyss, seemed to spread out from a sea of ​​blood and hell, piercing his soul.

"You..." Wang Bing opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out. His legs were uncontrollable, as soft as dough, and he could only lean on the pillar to barely support his body.

Mo Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and whispered, "My grandparents have loved me since I was a child. I heard that Wang Ai loves you very much too."

"Tell me, if I break you and send you to him, what kind of painful expression will he make? It's interesting, right?"

A voice like a demon's whisper rang in his ears, teasing and cold. Wang Bing finally came to his senses, and fear drove him to turn and flee.

But just as he took a step, Mo Yu raised his right foot and kicked his left foot with lightning speed.

The sound of bones breaking was sharp and crisp, the ankle bone broke, flesh and blood rolled up, and the sound of muscles tearing mixed with blood spurting out, splashing on the bluestone ground.

This is the only bloodstain on the ground since Mo Yu broke in!
"what--!"

Wang Bing's body fell heavily to the ground. He let out a heart-wrenching scream in severe pain.

His left foot was twisted at a strange angle, blood oozing from the broken bones, staining his brand-name sneakers red.

"Help! Help!"

Wang Bing supported himself on the ground with his hands, trying to crawl away from Mo Yu. His face was covered in cold sweat and tears, and his handsome face was distorted beyond recognition due to the severe pain.

Mo Yu walked forward slowly, staring at the ugly fellow who looked like a local dog. His eyes were indifferent, without any sense of revenge, but only deep confusion.

He really couldn't figure out where these guys got the confidence to be so arrogant? Aren't they all afraid of death and have only one life?
Haven't you learned the historical allusion of "When a common man is enraged, blood splatters within five steps, and the whole world is in mourning!" Why do you think you've broken the rules, while I'm still foolish enough to follow them?

You may not respect morality, but at least you have to respect physics and respect strength!

Wang Bing dragged his body desperately, leaving a bloody mark on his left leg. His nails dug into the cracks in the bluestone, causing it to crack and bleed, but he only managed to move a few inches.

"Let me go, let me go! I promise not to let my grandfather cause you any more trouble. Please, Brother Mo Yu, please let me go!" He looked up at Mo Yu, his voice hoarse and filled with tears.

Fear and pain are intertwined, and the arrogance of the past is gone.

"Hey, it was your grandfather who bothered me first, so don't act so aggrieved."

Mo Yu leaned over, grabbed his short yellow hair, and yanked it hard, forcing the tearful, pain-distorted face to face him. "If your grandfather comes directly to me, that's fine. I'm just bored, and we're all just playing by the rules."

"But you dare to touch my family?!"

With a sudden force, Wang Bing's head was thrown down, and the bluestone floor cracked with a dull "bang".

Wang Bing's forehead slammed against the ground, blood splattering, his handsome face instantly becoming a bloody mess. Before he could react, Mo Yu raised his hand and slammed it down again, causing the bluestone floor to completely crumble and shatter.

"I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Stop hitting me, let me go..." Wang Bing's screams were hoarse and shrill.

"Bang!" Mo Yu smashed his head down for the third time, the ground caved in, and blood mixed with gravel flowed out.

Mo Yu sneered, murderous intent in his eyes, "Don't you know, old beast, that extraordinary people are not allowed to attack ordinary people? I, a newbie who has only been in the circle for less than half a year, know it all!"

Lift it up, then drop it!
"Bang!" After the fourth collision, Wang Bing's forehead was completely broken, blood flowed all over his cheeks, and his handsome face could no longer be recognized.

There was a low gurgling sound in his throat, his consciousness was blurred, and he muttered: "Grandpa...save me..."

Tears mixed with blood flowed down, and his eyes were as dull as a dead fish.

Mo Yu let go of his hair, raised his right foot, stepped on his injured left ankle, and crushed it hard.

The dull sound of broken bones was accompanied by the crackling sound of torn muscles. From the toes, to the soles of the feet, to the heels and ankles, every inch was crushed into pieces, leaving a bloody mess.

"what--!"

Wang Bing let out a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered, and his body twitched violently. The severe pain made him roll on the ground, and he scratched with his hands, his nails all broken and covered in blood.

Outside the courtyard, the streets were still bustling.

A vendor called out, "Tanghulu, sweet and crispy!"

Children chased and played, their laughter ringing. Sunlight shone on the bluestone slabs, casting a warm glow. But within the courtyard, shrill screams echoed throughout the entire house. Mo Yu had deliberately amplified the sharp, piercing sound, ensuring it could be heard even in the farthest rooms.

Not to mention the study just two hundred meters away!

Mo Yu could sense that Wang Ai was in that study room. He could also clearly sense that whenever Wang Bing's screams were heard, the old beast hiding in the study room would become more violent.

From the beginning, his words were not meant for Wang Bing, but for Wang Ai in the study.

The dignified Ten Lords were forced to lock themselves in the study by Mo Yu, a young Taoist who had just entered the circle for less than half a year.

Even though his most beloved grandson was being tortured outside the door, screaming and calling for help.

He could only endure it in the room, staring at Mo Yu through the wall with a cold and violent look!

When Wang Ai realized that this strange situation had enveloped the entire house, he understood one thing: he had misjudged Mo Yu's strength!
If he walked out of this door, not only would he fail to save his precious grandson, but he would also be in danger.

He had no choice but to accept Mo Yu's humiliation, endure Mo Yu's torture of his precious grandson, and wait for Mo Yu to step into this study.

Only in this way could he save his precious grandson.

Wang Ai knew that Mo Yu would definitely do this. He would not be satisfied with just a wall between them. He would let his precious grandson die tragically in front of him.

This is his only hope of turning the tables.
Hoping for the opponent's 'mercy' and stepping into the trap, the dignified Ten Lords were forced to this point.

No matter what the result today is, he has lost all face and the Wang family's status is no longer secure.

"help me……"

Wang Bing's body twitched violently, he let out a last hoarse scream, and then fainted.

But Mo Yu snapped his fingers and a water bullet was accurately poured on his face, splashing water everywhere. He woke up slowly, and the severe pain came again. He whimpered softly: "Grandpa..." His eyes were completely dull and his consciousness was blurred.

Mo Yu leaned over and grabbed Wang Bing's intact right leg, dragging him towards the study like a dead dog.

"Old beast, your most beloved grandson is screaming so miserably, and you, an old dog, don't even come out to take a look?"

As if a key word had been triggered, Wang Bing, who was suffering and too weak to even struggle, was fuzzy-conscious and muttered, "Grandpa...save me..."

"Did you hear that, old turtle? Your precious grandson is begging you to save him." Mo Yu dragged Wang Bing to the door of the study and continued to mock him mercilessly.

The door was closed tightly, and the sandalwood door panel was carved with delicate cloud patterns, but at this moment there was a sense of deathly silence.

Wang Ai hid inside, his breath was as violent as thunder, and the cold and violent murderous intent came towards him through the door.

Mo Yu sneered, raised his right foot, and kicked towards the study door.

The wooden door shattered with a loud bang, fragments flew everywhere, revealing the scene inside the room—

Wang Ai sat upright on the Grand Master's chair, dressed in a dark red robe, his hair and beard white. His face, wrinkled yet radiating a sinister and majestic presence. His hands gripped the chair handle tightly, his knuckles white, his eyes bloodshot, tears mingled with anger.

"Mo Yu! You little bastard!"

Mo Yu dragged Wang Bing into the study and threw him casually in front of Wang Ai.

Wang Bing's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, and blood flowed from his wound, staining the ground red.

He slowly woke up and saw Wang Ai's figure. A glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes. He dragged his broken body towards him, supporting himself with his left arm. His nails cracked and bleeding, he cried out, "Grandpa! Save me! I don't want to die!"

The voice was hoarse and desperate, tears mixed with blood flowed down, and his face was distorted.

That miserable look fell into Wang Ai's eyes and ears, deeply hurting his heart.

"Mo Yu! You little bastard!" Wang Ai stood up suddenly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his rage mixed with disbelief.

The Wang family has stood for a thousand years, how could they have ever suffered such humiliation?

"Don't you love him? Then watch him carefully."

Mo Yu sneered, and before Wang Bing could even crawl a few steps, he was stepped on by Mo Yu. With a flick of his right hand, Wang Bing's left leg was grasped in his hand, as if to show Wang Ai the left foot that had almost turned into a pulp.

"stop!"

Wang Ai's eyes were bloodshot and he felt something was wrong. He had vaguely sensed what Mo Yu was going to do and stood up to stop him.

But Mo Yu's movements were faster. With a teasing smile on his face, he pulled hard with his right hand and tore the left leg off.

The sound of flesh tearing was harsh, and the sound of bones and flesh being separated was mixed with blood gushing out. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and he casually threw the broken leg in front of Wang Ai, landing on the sandalwood table. Blood splattered, staining the inkstone and rice paper on the table red.

"Grandpa..." Wang Bing's body twitched violently, he let out a last hoarse scream, and then fainted.

Blood gushed out from the broken wound, staining the ground red.

Wang Ai stood there, staring at the broken leg on the table, his eyes red and tears streaming down, his rage turning into endless despair.

"You beast! I'm going to fight you!"

(End of this chapter)