Female Transformation: I Run Away When I See the Female Lead

The monk's screams resounded through the sky. He fell to the ground in pain, his hands tightly covering his broken leg, and blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

His face was distorted by extreme pain, and his facial features were squeezed into a ball.

But the desire to survive made him ignore the pain. He lay on the ground and struggled forward with his hands, trying to escape.

Bai Jin walked slowly behind him, and every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, making a dull sound.

He slowly stopped, his eyes cold as ice. He watched the monk crawling on the ground like a wounded reptile, and said coldly, "That day I saw you kill a family of twenty people. Your methods were extremely cruel. You also cut a five-year-old child into five pieces with a knife. The child's cries and pleas for mercy were indifferent to you. Today I will let you feel the pain of being dismembered by you."

Bai Jin's voice was emotionless.

Bai Jin held the sword, with the tip of the sword pointing steadily at the monk's hand that was still struggling to crawl.

Without any hesitation, he stabbed it directly. The sharp sword blade instantly penetrated the monk's palm, and the monk screamed in pain again.

His face was hideous, his facial muscles twisted beyond recognition, his eyes bloodshot, like a blazing fire. He said viciously, "I am from the royal family! Anyone who offends the royal family must die!"

There was no remorse in his tone, and he was still arrogant and domineering. The royal family behind him was his confidence and support for doing whatever he wanted.

Bai Jin's eyes flashed with disgust when he heard this. That disgust was like frost and snow on a cold night, chilling to the bone. He moved his arm slightly, swung the sword in his hand, and saw a flash of cold light, and then cut off his hand cleanly.

The monk's severed hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The boiling blood dyed a large area of the land red, turning the originally yellow-brown earth into a shocking dark red. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and wisps of demonic energy.

The monk fell to the ground on his side, his body twitching violently in pain.

He clutched his severed hand tightly, and blood gushed out from the wound like a burst dam, quickly dyeing the ground beneath him red, forming a shocking pool of blood.

The monk's screams rang out again, the sound was heart-wrenching, and full of despair and fear.

Even so, he still stared at Bai Jin with eyes full of hatred, cursing him continuously, his words intermittent but extremely vicious: "You...you bastard...how dare you...how dare you hurt me, the royal family...will not let you go..."

Bai Jin looked down at him, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and said slowly: "Just because a child blocked your way?"

The monk knew that he was doomed today and would die anyway, so he simply became very tough and shouted:

"Yes, how could I kill them if they didn't appear in front of me? They deserve to die!" The words were full of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Bai Jin's face turned cold after hearing this. He raised the sword in his hand again, and a cold light flashed in the air, cutting off the cultivator's other hand.

Warm blood splattered on Bai Jin's clothes and face, adding a bloody color to his fair face.

At the same time, blood also splashed onto the grass next to it, and the scarlet spots quickly spread, dyeing the green grass dark red.

Suddenly, without any warning, a dark hole was torn in the air.

Three monks slowly walked out, an old man and two middle-aged men.

They wore white clothes with a unified logo, and the logo on their clothes glowed with mysterious runes.

The tiger beast and the two-headed wolf tensed up all of a sudden and immediately became wary of the three people who appeared in the air.

They moved quickly and stood beside Bai Jin, one on the left and one on the right.

The tiger beast bared its teeth, let out a dull roar from its throat, and every hair on its body stood up like steel needles.

The two-headed wolf stared at the three people with its four eyes, black mist spewed out of its mouth, and its sharp claws scratched deep marks on the ground.

The three of them slowly flew to the ground. The monk whose hands and feet were cut off by Bai Jin seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. He used up his last bit of strength to beg for help to the three people in front of him: "Save me, save me!"

His voice was hoarse and weak, and his eyes were filled with desire for survival and fear of death.

The elegant monk Zhou Ti walked out from the three people, took out an exquisite fan in his hand and shook it gently.

He looked at the cultivator, who was completely filled with demonic energy, with great interest, his eyes flashing with fanaticism and greed. He muttered to himself, "Even after being corroded by demonic energy, he still retains consciousness. He is indeed a good vessel."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had seen the results of countless successful experiments.

Bai Jin seemed to be deaf to Zhou Ti's words. He swung the sword in his hand without hesitation. A cold light flashed and the monk's head was instantly cut off.

The head flew up, drew an arc in the air, and then rolled in front of the three people.

Zhou Ti looked at the head that was still open-eyed, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he raised his foot and stomped on it hard, splattering brain matter and blood everywhere.

After stepping on it, Zhou Ti raised his head and looked at Bai Jin who had not looked up at him, and said coldly:

"Boy, you killed the vessel I've been looking for for years. It seems you'll have to pay with your life."

His voice was icy cold and he stopped waving the fan in his hand.

After Zhou Ti finished speaking, Bai Jin, who had been silent all the time, slowly raised his head.

Zhou Ti's eyes widened instantly, because he found that as long as the evil spirit entered the person in front of him, it would disappear without a trace.

This discovery made him tremble with excitement, and he shouted: "After so many years, I finally found the most perfect container!" A greedy and crazy expression appeared on his face, as if he had already seen the moment of his success.

When the old man saw Bai Jin's eyes when he looked up, his heart was suddenly shocked by the majestic temperament revealed in those eyes.

The majesty was even stronger than that of the emperor, and it almost made the old man's legs go weak and kneel down to the man in front of him.

Bai Jin's expression was as calm as water. He calmly took out a piece of spotless white cloth from his arms, gently pinched the corner of the cloth with his slender fingers, and slowly wiped the blood stains from his face.

Every movement was graceful and calm, yet carried an irresistible majesty.

When the old man saw Bai Jin's face becoming clearer and clearer, he was startled at first, and then suddenly felt that he looked very familiar.

Some images flashed through my mind quickly, and I knew who the person in front of me was in an instant.

The old man's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly grabbed Zhou Ti who was about to rush forward to grab Bai Jin.

Zhou Ti was about to ask, full of confusion, but the old man had already taken the lead and bowed respectfully to Bai Jin, saying, "Mr. Li, I greet the Third Prince."

Old Li had met Bai Jin in the palace before and was deeply impressed by him at that time. He also saw that the emperor had an unusual attitude towards him and knew that the Third Prince was not someone who could be easily provoked.