Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here Chapter 460 - The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (37)

Chapter 460 The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (37)

Bai Weiwei suddenly screamed. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the ground. Because she used too much strength, her fingernails cracked, and blood leaked from her fingertips.

When Ning Yishu heard her scream, his face turned deathly pale. He desperately tried to get closer, but he couldn’t do it.

This dreamworld’s scene seemed to be the most terrible memory in her heart.

So she had fallen in too deep. She was completely unable to break free, and also rejected an outsider like him from getting close.

Ning Yishu watched as all the spiritual power in her body was sucked away, watched as that faceless man reached out a hideously ugly hand to touch her.

His heart went insane with a burning rage. Suddenly, the golden power began to flow in his body.

Ning Yishu discovered that he could move. Although his movements were extremely slow, the dreamworld’s power couldn’t restrain him.

There was no surprise in his heart, only fury. He would rather she lived in a vicious and domineering way, lively and spirited, than see her abused and tortured like this.

At this moment, Ning Yishu found that he felt an urge in his heart.

A desire to kill anyone who dared to make her feel so helpless and miserable.

The golden light broke through the barrier, and Ning Yishu finally roared out the words that had been stuck in his throat. “s.h.i.+fu!”

He broke the dreamworld’s barrier and swiftly appeared in front of her. At this moment, he was like an all-powerful being in her dreamworld.

With his bare hands, he smashed the magic tool that had been absorbing her spiritual force.

Then he turned back and struck the body of the faceless man. The faceless man let out a screech, and a little man made of white light emerged from his body.

Bai Weiwei suddenly raised her head. She threw out a sleeve of spiritual power and caught the escaping spirit. This was the nascent soul spirit1.

Ning Yishu wanted to kill that escaping spirit at first.

But in the end, Bai Weiwei hoa.r.s.ely spoke, her eyes glistening with tears and her voice full of resentment. “I’ll kill him with my own hands.”

Ning Yishu’s movements paused.

It was in line with her nature. She had endured for so long, hated for so long.

Killing her enemy with her own hands and torturing them to death was something that she would do.

Bai Weiwei used her strength to crush the nascent soul spirit bit by bit. The room was filled with mournful screams.

She killed her master using the cruelest and most painful means.

In the past, he used to hate her cruel means as he watched her torture others.

But now…

Bai Weiwei’s face was pale, her eyebrows furrowed, and her long hair was wet with perspiration. She looked extremely pitiful.

Ning Yishu’s heart was sour, and this heartache couldn’t be suppressed.

He gradually approached her. Suddenly, she looked up, giving him a fierce look. She shook the sleeve in her hand and forced him to the ground.

Ning Yishu let out a grunt. It was a dreamland, but it hurt so much.

She really wanted to kill him.

Bai Weiwei struggled to stand as she used her sleeve to strike Ning Yishu again and again.

As though she held a deep grudge against him, every time she struck, she used enough strength to kill him.

When Ning Yishu was about to resist, he heard her cry out, “What are you doing? Do you think it’s funny, seeing me being trampled on by others? Like I’m a waste who’s unable to resist? Why don’t you laugh? You should laugh when you see me like this, ah!”

She screamed as she whipped him to death.

In any case, in the dreamworld, the protagonist couldn’t be killed.

So Bai Weiwei took advantage of the situation to settle personal grudges and took extra time to vent out her anger.

The dreamworld-maintaining system put on a pair of gla.s.ses, typing on the keyboard at full speed–the faceless master was killed. His death was terrible…

1: The nascent soul is like an extension of the cultivator’s soul. In some novels, it can move independently of the main body.↩