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

Chapter 183 The Ultimate Humiliation for Wang Ai!
Utter despair, complete madness!
Wang Ai had stopped thinking about anything. He wasn't even thinking about how to kill Mo Yu. All he wanted to do was burn himself out and inflict as much damage as possible, even the slightest bit, on Mo Yu.

Inside the study, scrolls of paintings crumbled and shattered!

Among them are his accumulated works created over a century, the heritage passed down through generations of the Wang family, and masterpieces he painstakingly collected from various sources at great expense.

Behind every painting lies the capital and glory that has allowed the Wang family to stand strong.

Just now, because Wang Bing's life was in Mo Yu's hands, and Wang Ai was still thinking of using force to make peace and pay a price to put an end to this matter.

As long as these foundations remain, the Wang family will not fall from grace forever and will eventually regain its current status.

But now, it doesn't matter anymore.
All scheming and all hope turned to ashes.

All that's left is endless madness!
Within the realm of painting.

The dark ripples surged like a tide, and the dim space suddenly trembled.

A scroll blocked the spearhead of the God of War's rampage. Wang Ai's eyes were bloodshot as she glared at the monster that had devoured her precious grandson's soul, her hatred burning like flames.

"Beast, die!"

He suddenly raised his right hand, and an ancient-looking paintbrush appeared out of thin air, surging with true energy with each stroke.

The paper suddenly cracked, and ink spilled out as if alive, as black as night, with a faint hint of bloody crimson.

The shadow of a fierce tiger emerged from the painting, but before it could fully take shape, the spear of the God of War had already struck like thunder.

As the ink flowed, a tiger's claw broke free from the scroll first, and the ink waves exploded, transforming into an invisible wave of air that crashed into the spearhead.

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing was deafening. The black and gold energy clashed with the ink waves. The God of War's immense strength was hindered, and the spearhead deflected, grazing the shoulder of the Fierce Tiger Half-Void and tearing a black mark.

Wang Ai gritted his teeth and waved his hands repeatedly, unleashing more than ten scrolls that swept around the God of War like a whirlwind.

The scroll shattered, and the ink flowed freely!
One after another, artistic conceptions emerge in the art world, and the people and animals in the paintings step into reality.

An eagle soared from the heavens, its beak hooked, and swooped down to strike the God of War, its claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

The abyssal dragon followed closely behind, its dark scales shimmering as it slithered out. With a flick of its tail, it stirred up waves of ink that surged skyward, its roar deafening as it crashed into the chest of the God of War.

The fierce general, clad in armor and wielding a sharp weapon, draws his bow to its fullest extent, unleashing arrows that pierce the air with a thunderous roar, aimed directly at the throat of the god of war.

A chivalrous knight in green robes fluttered in the wind, his sword aura chilling across forty provinces. He drew his longsword, its light like a rainbow, and slashed across the waist of the God of War.

The God of War roared, his crimson eyes burning with even greater fighting spirit. Facing the encirclement, he advanced instead of retreating.

The spearhead was deflected by the raging tiger, causing his right arm to shudder. The spear swept across, transforming into a whirlwind, to meet the swooping eagle. The eagle's talons barely grasped the spear shaft, its dark feathers flying everywhere. Half of its body was torn apart, yet it still screeched and swooped down relentlessly.

The dragon charged forward, its tail lashing out and striking the God of War on the back, ink dripping like rain. The God of War, three meters tall, staggered, his head tilting slightly as the arrow grazed his golden horn, sparks flying.

The swordsman moved swiftly like a star, his cold light flashing, and he directly severed most of the war god's waist.

Nearly cut in half at the waist, the God of War was enraged. Black gold energy surged forth, instantly healing all his injuries. The spear swirled, piercing straight into the swordsman's chest.

"Clang!" Swords and spears clashed. The swordsman Mo Shen drew his sword to defend, but his tiger's mouth trembled, and blood flowed down.

Taking advantage of the situation, the God of War pierced his chest with his spear, and his dark body exploded, turning into a cloud of ink and dissipating.

However, as more artistic creations materialized on the battlefield, the siege intensified, and even the mighty God of War found himself struggling to defend himself.

Not far away, Mo Yu watched all of this with indifference.

Having absorbed the artistic talents of the girl-slaying master, he not only greatly improved his own painting skills, but also his appreciation of calligraphy and painting skyrocketed.

The creatures in these paintings are examples of how Wang Ai used his paintings as disposable items, pushing their artistic conception to its extreme.

The fierce and domineering nature of the tiger, the sharp and swift movements of the eagle, the unpredictable and agile nature of the dragon, the imposing and majestic presence of the general, and the free and unrestrained spirit of the knight-errant.
Its unique charm and essence allow even ordinary people to gain a lot from it.

Mo Yu's eyes were bright and restrained, reflecting the figures of these creatures deep within his pupils, capturing their divine essence in his gaze.

The imagery flowed into his consciousness like a gentle stream, and once fully digested, he would take a giant leap forward on the path of enlightenment.

As for the God of War who got into a brawl the first time he appeared?

Despite being overwhelmed by more than a dozen illusory figures of artistic conception, Mo Yu remained completely calm.

Although it was born from the Wang family's millennia-old heritage, it was a product that had cost him countless efforts and resources.

If he can't even handle this kind of situation, then he will not hesitate to erase its intelligence and reshape it with a new core.

It seemed to sense the undisguised malice of its master.

The God of War's massive body suddenly stiffened.

A warrior wielding a golden hammer, Hua Yi, seized the opportunity to smash down on the god of war's head. Unable to dodge, the god's brass helmet suddenly shattered, scattering fragments and revealing a delicate face.

Trapped in such a high-intensity battlefield, facing the siege of the Wang family's millennia-old artistic heritage, coupled with Mo Yu's undisguised malice, the God of War, making his first appearance in battle, seemed to be driven to the brink of despair.

However, it was precisely in this life-or-death struggle that it rapidly awakened its own talent and gained a new level of control over its power.

"Taiyi Combat Technique: Breaking the Sheath!"

The God of War roared to the sky, his long, blood-red hair dancing wildly.

The black gold energy suddenly contracted, no longer scattered, but flowing rapidly within the body like rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into a powerful Taiyi True Qi, blazing and sharp.

"Blade Cloud!"

With his feet planted on the Bagua symbol, he suddenly shook his spear, causing countless afterimages to fall from its tip, and unfathomable, violent true energy surged forth.

The spears clashed like a violent storm, transforming into a tempest that swept across all directions!

The fierce tiger and the dragon were instantly torn apart, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

The eagle, its wing broken, shrieked and dodged, only to be struck head-on by a spear and killed instantly.

The fierce generals and chivalrous knights were not only agile but also highly intelligent. They managed to escape in time after sensing something was wrong, and were injured but not killed.

However, this was precisely the God of War's intention.

"Blade Thunder!"

With a slight shift in his footing, the already formed storm of true qi suddenly reversed, bursting forth like a thunderous wheel from the chaotic array of more than ten painted images.

Wherever the spear struck, all the inky creatures shattered. The warrior's armor was torn apart, the swordsman's longsword broke, and the two inky bodies exploded, turning into clumps of ink that spilled out.

Elves also possess intelligence. Although the core of the God of War is the mad beast, causing her bestiality to outweigh her rationality, she is not simply a bloodthirsty wild animal.

In the world of Kill la Kill, the Church of the God of War is worshipped by the vast majority of its followers as the goddess of war.

After all, as the chief priest, Mo Yu's image is not only one of powerful personal martial arts, but also one of terrifying control over the battlefield situation.

In an early church, the image of God was not most influenced by doctrines, which are inanimate, but by the first high priests or the pope.

While the Goddess of War may not be the brightest in other areas, her talent in combat and warfare is undoubtedly top-notch.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!
With his crimson eyes locked onto Wang Ai, his massive body shot forward like an arrow, and the God of War was upon him in the blink of an eye.

The spearhead pointed directly at his chest, carrying an unparalleled imposing force.

A flash of horror crossed Wang Ai's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness and determination.

Having used the method of absorbing spiritual energy to increase his cultivation over decades, he had long accumulated a bottomless abyss of dark spiritual energy within his body, which now overflowed like a surging black tide.

His hair and beard were dyed jet black by the black energy, his eyes were even more crimson, and he raised his right palm, his five fingers forming a claw. The dark energy of the Yin spirit condensed into a huge black claw, carrying the power to tear everything apart, and met the spear of the God of War.

"Boom!" The spearhead and the ink claws collided head-on, and the black gold energy and the dark energy of the Yin spirit clashed fiercely, producing a deafening roar.

The surface of the ink claw was covered with cracks, but it did not immediately shatter. Instead, it gripped the spearhead tightly, trying to lock it in place.

The God of War roared, his right arm exerted force, the spear tip trembled, and black gold true qi surged forth. The ink claw finally could not withstand it and exploded with a bang.

A sinister smile appeared on Wang Ai's lips. Taking advantage of the situation, he pressed forward, closing the distance with the God of War and making it difficult for the three-meter-long spear to be used.

With a flash, the dark, malevolent energy enveloped his right palm, transforming it into a sharp, ink-black blade that pierced fiercely towards the God of War's abdomen.

It wasn't that he didn't want to attack the brain, the core of most Yin spirits; it was simply that the height difference between him and the over three-meter-tall God of War was too great. However, Wang Ai didn't see the cunning glint in the God of War's crimson eyes. His spear subtly materialized, shortening in length and transforming into a sharp longsword as his Qi flowed.

"Taiyi Battle Technique - Sword Flash!"

The sword flashed, so fast it was almost impossible to catch.

Wang Ai felt a flash of cold light before her eyes, and a warning bell rang in her heart, but it was too late to react.

He hastily raised his hand to block, but before the dark blade could even touch the God of War's abdomen, the sword tip pierced down like lightning, straight into his chest.

The dark energy of the Yin spirit instantly dissipated, and Wang Ai's chest was pierced by the sword. His eyes widened, filled with resentment.

"puff!"

The God of War shuddered, drawing his sword out with a burst of blood mist that stained the tattered scroll.

One of its core capabilities is to enhance weapons. What kind of weapon do believers possess? And how could the God of War's weapon possibly be limited to just one type?
Wang Ai staggered backward, the sharp pain in his chest causing a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth, but he had no time to care.

"I have lost... Kill me."

His voice was hoarse and weak, carrying a hint of relief.

For him, his heart had already died the moment he was forced by Mo Yu to kill his beloved grandson with his own hands.

Death today is simply the body following the soul; it is a form of liberation.

However, how could Mo Yu let him die so peacefully? Absolutely not.

Mo Yu walked over slowly, a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes flashed with a playful and cold light.

He stopped, looked down at the old dog that had been cornered, and said softly, "Old man, open your eyes and see what this is?"

"Grandpa..." A familiar voice came from the spirit, faint yet clear, with a slight tremor.

Wang Ai's heart jolted, and the lifeless light in her eyes was suddenly ignited.

With difficulty, he raised his head, his eyes trembling as he watched Wang Bing's spirit struggle in Mo Yu's palm. Although it was no longer as pure as before, it was still different from ordinary remnant spirits, possessing intelligence.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and a single tear of blood squeezed from the corner of his dry eye.

He could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, but that cry of "Grandpa" pierced his already numb heart like a sharp blade.

"So, I was just lying to you. Your precious grandson's spirit wasn't used to feed the God of War, are you happy now?" Mo Yu chuckled as he gazed at him, his smile sunny and warm, like a boy next door chatting with an old friend.

However, to Wang Ai, that smile was more cruel than any form of torture.

He knew that this was not mercy, but a deeper form of humiliation from Mo Yu—first driving him into the abyss of despair, then throwing out a sliver of false hope, and finally crushing it with his own hands.

But what can he do even if he knows? Driven by human nature, he will still take the bait.

Wang Ai's throat tightened, tears of blood streamed down her face, and her lips trembled as she tried to say something.
However, before he could speak, Mo Yu's smile suddenly turned cold, and his right palm shot out, piercing his heart like lightning.

"Pfft!" The sound of flesh tearing was sharp and short. Mo Yu's hand accurately grasped Wang Ai's still weakly beating heart. Blood flowed down his wrist, staining the ground red.

An invisible force surged from Mo Yu's palm, and the dual pain of soul and body reached straight to the brain, causing Wang Ai's face to contort in agony as she tried to howl, but no sound came out.

'So, this is the kind of torment that Bing'er was just enduring?'

Surprisingly, compared to the psychological pain, the physical and mental suffering did not seem as unbearable for him.

With Wang Ai's last painful groan, his soul was forcibly extracted from his body, transforming into a pure spirit that floated in mid-air.

Mo Yu sneered and flicked his finger, sending Wang Bing's soul to the front of Wang Ai's soul.

The wisp of spirit trembled, uttering a weak "Grandpa..."

Mo Yu's gaze was mocking, his tone indifferent yet tinged with a cruel interest: "Old men, don't you like the art of consuming spirits? Eat him!"

Wang Ai's spirit stood frozen in place, eyes wide open, tears streaming silently down his face. He wanted to resist, but how could a rootless creature like him possibly withstand the art of 'binding spirits and commanding generals'?
A chilling force invaded Wang Ai's soul, and Wang Ai's consciousness struggled to resist. The soul, however, with bloodshot eyes and filled with endless pain and despair, slowly approached Wang Bing's soul.

"No... Bing'er..." Wang Ai's spirit let out a low roar, weak and heart-wrenching.

The transparent figure twisted slightly, trying to stop, but the cold power followed closely, forcing it to open its mouth wide, revealing a row of illusory yet sharp fangs.

Wang Bing's spirit screamed in terror, its transparent form trembling violently as it tried to escape, but was imprisoned by Mo Yu's true qi and had nowhere to hide.

Her face was filled with fear, her eyes glistening with tears, and her voice trembled as she cried out, "Grandpa...no..."

However, this plea was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Wang Ai's soul and causing him even more unbearable pain.

This was the ultimate humiliation Mo Yu inflicted on Wang Ai!

Moreover, the fact that Wang Bing, who enjoyed consuming spirits during his lifetime, was also consumed by spirits after his death can be considered a kind of karmic cycle.

Under Mo Yu's cold gaze, Wang Ai's spirit finally opened its mouth and bit down, tearing off a corner of Wang Bing's spirit with the first bite. The spiritual light scattered, accompanied by a shrill scream.

Wang Bing struggled and twisted, his transparent figure shaking violently, trying to get rid of the soul-devouring pain, but each struggle seemed so powerless.

Wang Ai's spirit wept profusely, his bloody tears falling into the void and turning into scarlet specks of light. As he tore and bit, he let out a low, whimpering roar, as if he were using all his strength to resist this cruel fate.

The second bite, the third bite... Wang Bing's soul was torn apart piece by piece, each bite accompanied by a piercing scream and the dissipation of his spiritual light.

Wang Ai's spirit trembled more and more violently, blood and tears flowed like rain, and the pain and despair in his eyes almost swallowed him up.

He wept as he ate his grandson's soul, each bite feeling like swallowing his own blood, each scream like a knife cutting into his soul.

As the last glimmer of light was swallowed, Wang Bing's spirit completely dissipated, leaving only a faint "Grandpa..." echoing in the air before vanishing.

Wang Ai's spirit stood frozen in place, her eyes vacant, her blood and tears dried, and her transparent form began to twist violently.

A surge of overwhelming resentment erupted from his body, churning like a black tide, mixed with endless pain and anger, rapidly eroding his spirit.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar resounded, and Wang Ai's spirit rapidly expanded, transforming into a ferocious ghost king.

With the blessing of years of spiritual cultivation, it is already a qualified ghost general that can be used immediately without any additional rituals or sacrifices, and it has great potential.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in them.

He raised his hand and took out the old-fashioned paintbrush. The brush was mottled and faintly showed the marks of time, as if it were an heirloom of the Wang family.

Although it is not a ritual implement, it contains abundant spiritual energy, allowing the creator to better express their own artistic conception through this brush.

"Come!"

With a flick of the brush, the ghost general that Wang Ai had transformed into was captured within it.

The remnant spirit possesses certain abilities it had before death. Although Wang Ai is not a good person and his mind was damaged by the Spirit Binding Technique, his skill in divine painting is still very strong, making him the best choice for a spirit.

The paintbrush trembled slightly, and a scarlet light emanated from its body, faintly revealing an aura of resentment and tyranny.

"It seems it still needs some refining."

Mo Yu lowered his eyes to examine it, then casually tossed it into the chat group, but not to Qin Shi, but to the other heroes.

We need to get the heroes to come up with a solution and make the corresponding runes first, and then Qin Shi can start etching and making them.

With Wang Ai's death, the art world collapsed instantly, and Mo Yu returned to his study.

He didn't leave immediately, but instead strolled around the courtyard a few times, packing up all the good stuff he could get through the chat group.

One thing worth mentioning is the complete version of the Divine Paint manual that he found.

Immediately afterwards, he also eliminated some of the people who were hiding.

After confirming once more that all the traces in the house were those he wanted to leave behind, and none of those he didn't want to leave, he canceled the Qimen Dunjia formation and turned to leave.

Outside the courtyard, the old man who had been waiting for half a day glanced at the young Taoist with great interest, then looked at the lifeless courtyard, smacked his lips, and then transformed into a wisp of breeze to follow.

(End of this chapter)