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Looking at Wang Bing, who was retreating in a panic, it was unclear whether he was begging for mercy or threatening someone.

A mocking expression appeared on Wang Qing's face.

That's how people are; they only feel fear when they fully recognize reality.

Wang Qing had no intention of letting Wang Bing off so easily.

He flashed to Wang Bing's side again and stepped on Wang Bing's calf with one foot.

Wang Bing panicked completely. He struggled incessantly to break free, but Wang Qing's foot was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it was clear that he couldn't do it with his current strength.

As Wang Qing continued to increase the force of his stomping.

"what!!!"

The intense pain caused Wang to let out a agonizing scream.

The sound sent chills down the spines of everyone around.

No one expected things to turn out so one-sided. The imagined evenly matched scenario did not materialize. Instead, Wang Bing had no chance against Wang Qing and was easily crushed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, where did your arrogance go?"

A faint smile curved Wang Qing's lips.

But in Wang Bing's eyes, that smile was like a devil's. His expression changed from pain to terror, and then became distorted with terror.

As the eldest son of the prestigious Wang family, Wang Ai could get him anything he wanted, so he had never encountered a situation like this before.

"I...I know I was wrong, please forgive me," Wang Bing pleaded again, enduring the pain.

Wang Qing said calmly, "No, you don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid, afraid that you'll die like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qing pushed off with his feet again.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking came from beneath his feet. Wang Bing's shinbone was instantly broken by Wang Qing's foot, and his shinbone became slightly bent.

"Ah... my leg!" Wang Bing cried out in pain again.

He tried to pull his leg out, but Wang Qing pressed it down firmly. The intense pain made him keep hitting the ground with his hands, trying to relieve his pain.

Those who witnessed Wang Bing's tragic condition showed expressions of pity and compassion.

But no one dared to plead for them at this moment; they all knew the truth.

At first, Wang Qing didn't want to pay any attention to Wang Bing, but Wang Bing kept pestering him, so Wang Qing decided to take action.

In the world of supernatural beings, if you provoke someone and get killed, you can only blame yourself for being less skilled.

Feng Xingtong, who was kind-hearted, looked at Wang Bing with some sympathy and wanted to plead for him.

Seeing Feng Xingtong's hesitant expression, Liu Yanyan naturally understood what he was thinking and immediately shook her head at him.

Seeing this, Feng Xingtong pursed her lips but ultimately said nothing.

He also realized that Wang Qing's treatment of Wang Bing was partly due to his own actions, and that if he were to plead for Wang Bing at this moment, it would only hurt Wang Qing's feelings.

He didn't want to lose such a good friend.

Just as Wang Qing was thinking about how to deal with Wang Bing, a slightly aged shout came from afar.

"stop!"

Immediately afterwards, a whooshing sound came from the air, and Wang Qing saw out of the corner of his eye that something was flying rapidly toward him.

He instinctively pulled his foot back and took a step back.

They dodged the flying object.

Then he saw a cane stuck straight into Wang Bing's calf.

This was like adding insult to injury for Wang Bing, who was already suffering from broken bones.

But at this moment, he stared blankly at the cane with its pointed end embedded in his calf, forgetting to shout, just staring at it in a daze.

He was very familiar with this cane; it belonged to his great-grandfather, Wang Ai.

Taking a step back, Wang Qing was also stunned by the cane that flew towards him. He hadn't expected that the cane could be used as a hidden weapon.

He turned his head to look in the direction from which the cane had flown.

Several figures could be seen rushing towards them from a distance, with Wang Ai leading the way, his face showing anxiety.

Following him were the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Jin, Lü Ci, Feng Zhenghao, and Rong Shan, the referee from earlier.

It was clear that Rongshan, seeing that things were not going well, secretly went to inform the Old Master and the others.

That's why they rushed over in such a hurry. The Old Master and Lu Jin's arrival was naturally not out of concern for Wang Qing's safety.

They were worried that Wang Qing would beat Wang Bing to death.

Seeing Wang Bing lying on the ground, though he looked injured, he was at least still alive, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wang Ai quickly came to Wang Bing's side and bent down to check Wang Bing's injuries.

"Bing'er, your grandfather is late. How are you?"

"Grandpa, you've finally arrived! If you had come any later, you might not have seen me again..."

Recovering from the shock, Wang Bing looked at Wang Ai with teary eyes and sobbed as he spoke.

The grievances he had been holding in were finally released the moment Wang Ai arrived.

Looking at Wang Bing's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, Wang Ai comforted him with heartache, "It's alright, don't worry, with Grandpa here, no one can do anything to you."

"Yes, but why did you poke me with your cane, Grandpa?" Wang Bing wiped away his tears and asked with a wronged expression.

Wang Ai turned her head to look at the crutch stuck in Wang Bing's calf, and an embarrassed expression appeared on her face.

Just now, when he saw Wang Qing stepping on Wang Bing, he threw his cane in a moment of panic. But who would have thought that Wang Qing would pull his foot back, and the cane would just happen to stick into Wang Bing's calf.

Lu Jin stared at the cane on Wang Bing's leg and teased with a mischievous smile, "Hahaha, I say, Old Wang, you really are a good grandfather. Look at the damage your cane has done to this young man, Wang Bing."

It's obvious that he's on Wang Qing's side.

He had long heard of Wang Bing's arrogance and domineering nature, and now that the two had clashed, he naturally wanted to find a way to protect Wang Qing, especially since Wang Qing had done him a favor.

Wang Ai glared at Lu Jin in displeasure at his teasing.

Turning his head, he looked at Wang Qing with a gloomy expression and scolded, "You junior, you really have ruthless methods. You dare to use such a heavy hand on Wang Bing. If you don't give me an explanation today, even if you are Jie Kong's disciple, I will let you see the methods of my Wang family."

Meeting Wang Aina's almost murderous gaze, Wang Qing showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he spoke with a barely suppressed smile.

"Old Wang, even if you are one of the Ten Elders, you can't just falsely accuse people. We were just sparring. Besides, it's inevitable to get injured in a sparring match."

Wang Qing's nonchalant reply immediately made Wang Ai's blood boil, and she directly questioned, "Sparring? Is this how you spar? Look at how badly Bing'er is injured. If I had arrived a moment later, would you have tried to kill him?"

Now that he had a powerful backer, Wang Bing, who had previously been weeping and begging for mercy, glared at Wang Qing with venom and shouted, "Grandpa, he just tried to kill me! You must..."

Before Wang Bing could finish speaking, he was met with Wang Qing's unusually cold gaze.

In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if someone had grabbed his neck, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.