Chapter 1643: Scene 451: Matthew in Lost Paradise!
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Matthew looked at the woman in front of him with a complex expression, a woman who looked exactly like Peggy.
Despite having the sa appearance,
he could instantly tell that she was not the Peggy he knew—
that kind of condescending, disdainful look.
Three years ago,
...
he had experienced it before.
That brief yet brutal mory had almost beco his nightmare,
one he was reluctant to recall for a long ti.
Now, standing before her again,
he found he could do nothing, only tremble uncontrollably deep in his soul.
It was the fear of the unknown…
“You’ve grown quickly, worthy of that little fool’s favorite man,”
Peggy approached Matthew and chuckled softly.
Her tone sounded sowhat friendly.
But the next second,
a dark red bone blade separated from the shadows and then stabbed right into Matthew’s abdon!
An unprecedented pain almost tore Matthew’s soul apart.
He painfully covered the area with no wound but that hurt terribly.
His soul involuntarily knelt on the ground!
“This is the price you pay for betraying back then.”
“Little Matthew…”
Peggy breathed into his ear.
Though he was a spirit body, Matthew’s teeth still began to chatter, a severe chill sweeping over his entire body.
Matthew knew.
It was a sign of an unstable soul!
“So, you’re just a puppet,”
From a distance,
Jassiliven chuckled coldly:
“I said, how could an ordinary, stinking man possibly…”
Crack!
A crisp sound interrupted Jassiliven’s words.
Peggy blinked like a phantom in front of her, continuously slapping Jassiliven’s face hard:
“Did I ask for your opinion?!”
“Who asked you to speak, you trained dog of mine?”
“Do you deserve a beating, you bitch!”
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The clear, resounding sound of slaps echoed in this ethereal spiritual space.
Matthew covered his abdon, finally taking a breath of relief.
He looked ahead with a complex gaze.
Just as he had anticipated—
Jassiliven was smacked by Peggy without a chance to resist.
Whenever she tried to retort,
a bizarre black fire would ignite on Peggy.
That fire possessed a strange and domineering nature, all energies made of spiritual bodies dissolving instantly in its presence.
Let alone the spirit bodies themselves.
Thus,
with every slap Peggy delivered, Jassiliven’s aura beca weaker!
Under the envelopnt of black fire.
Peggy grabbed Jassiliven’s hair, forced her to kneel on the ground, and then started to slap her face like winding up a spinning top!
The once seemingly all-controlling Lord of the Thousand Transforr.
was now utterly powerless.
She could only watch, dumbfounded, as Peggy wreaked havoc on her!
“I, why, why why…”
“Your ntal power, how could it possibly be more stable than my origin?”
“Impossible!”
Jassiliven started howling hysterically:
“I am the troubleso enough born from cosmic starlight!”
“The purest, most powerful Spiritual Body in this world!”
“How could anyone surpass …”
Slap!
Peggy didn’t speak.
She simply slapped her twice more.
As she hit her, she also taunted:
“Why put on such a virtuous front?”
“Basically, you’re just a nobody with no dad, no mom, no manners, no brains, who only acts on talent and instincts, a total waste!”
“I think the mushrooms by the road are smarter than you.”
“Just now, watching you invade Matthew’s Spiritual Space, I was worried for you.”
“Can’t even devour properly? And you still dare call yourself troubleso enough?”
“Why not just shrink back into the dust of cosmic starlight, so you won’t disgrace the other troubleso ones!”
Roar!
The humiliated Jassiliven completely unleashed her self-restraints.
The next second,
Her human-like form began to collapse, turning into a massive, violently squirming mass of flesh!
The surface of the flesh was covered with a layer of silver spots, scattering hazy, dreamlike starlight.
Matthew only had to glance at it to feel dizzy and swollen-headed.
This was the signature of an illusion.
Between the spots, nurous white, lotus-like arms rapidly sprang up, flailing unconsciously on the mass, each flail emitting dozens of different tones and pitches of laughter or curses.
This.
Was the true form of the Thousand Transforr.
The initial form of the cosmic troubleso enough!
“No matter who you are, I have claid Matthew’s identity!”
Jassiliven uttered in a muffled voice.
As if she was speaking with sothing in her mouth.
anwhile,
A large amount of unknown liquid seeped out from under the mass of flesh, and in a blink, Matthew’s Spiritual Space experienced even greater turbulence.
His soul shook violently.
Becoming even more perilously unstable!
At that mont,
Peggy confidently walked toward the waving mass of arms and flesh.
Crack!
She stretched out a hand and simply broke off a forearm, put it in her mouth, and gnawed on it like chewing sugarcane, then spat out the bone fragnts “ptui ptui ptui!”
A large amount of white viscous fluid attacked Peggy from below.
But imdiately, flas of Black Fire burst forth from her body.
The black flas seed capable of burning everything, and Jassiliven’s screams echoed once more.
In the void.
A light suddenly flared.
Behind it was a door swirling like a vortex.
The white viscous fluid under the mass rapidly increased, turning into waves slapping toward Peggy.
But the mass itself seed to panic and retreated toward the direction of the swirling door.
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