"You... what do you want to do?"
Mu Qingge suddenly appeared in front of him, causing Ji Lun to panic inexplicably.
Clearly, they had also planned to teach Mu Qingge a lesson in this tournament and kick her out. Clearly, his realm was higher than Mu Qingge’s, but he didn’t know why, when Mu Qingge teleported in front of him, he was enveloped by an unexplainable fear.
Mu Qingge gave a wicked smile and said to him, "The tournament, isn’t it starting?"
Ji Lun was stunned, instinctively looked around, and indeed found that a brawl of two hundred people had already begun. Moreover, he also discovered that the Huan Yue Domain disciples primarily targeted them, the Zhuoyu Domain.
No, no, no... not only that, but both the Zhong Shan Domain and the Wei Yi Domain disciples were also attacking Zhuoyu Domain.
On the huge arena, they, Zhuoyu Domain, had become the only target of attack!
What... what’s going on?
Ji Lun was stunned again.
Suddenly—
A crisp ’slap’ sounded next to his ear. Instantly, a burning sensation rose on his cheek, causing tears to spring from his eyes.
Ji Lun turned his head sharply, looked at Mu Qingge, covering his swollen cheek with one hand, his eyes almost spitting fire.
Under his angry gaze, Mu Qingge raised her brow playfully and said, "Your opponent is me, and you’re distracted?"
"You damned fool, looking for death!" Ji Lun was furious.
Ever since he joined Zhuoyu Domain, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
To be slapped in public! How could he continue in East Divine Land in the future? This would become a lifelong shame for him. The only way to wash away this disgrace was to ruthlessly trample the person in front of him and torture her to death.
"Looking for death?" Mu Qingge chuckled playfully, "I’ve never sought death, only sent others to it." With that, she suddenly waved her hand, and another burst of divine power struck the other half of Ji Lun’s face, the one he hadn’t covered.
Off guard, Ji Lun received another slap.
Immediately, the other cheek also swelled high, red and swollen.
"You!" Ji Lun covered his cheeks with both hands, looking at Mu Qingge in shock.
He couldn’t believe Mu Qingge actually dared to hit him.
"I will kill you—!" Ji Lun’s heart burned with rage, desperately wanting to tear Mu Qingge before him into pieces.
He finally released his hands covering his cheeks, revealing a face swollen on both sides, like a pig’s head. "Prepare to die!" he roared, his hands full of divine power, coming at Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge retreated two steps, murmuring calmly, "Trapped Dragon Bind!"
As soon as she spoke, several green vines, not real but manifested by the power of laws, grew from under Ji Lun’s feet. They twisted upward, binding Ji Lun’s feet, making him unable to move a step.
Moreover, sharp thorns grew from those vines, penetrating Ji Lun’s skin, injecting a paralyzing toxin into his limbs, gradually making his body stiff, leaving only his head able to move freely.
"Ah—! What have you done to me?" Ji Lun angrily shouted at Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, hands behind her back, smiling, "Can’t you see it’s the power of laws?" Her Trapped Dragon Bind only made Ji Lun’s feet immobile, so if no one noticed, they wouldn’t see Ji Lun bound by her power of laws.
"Despicable! Who uses magic right from the start!" Ji Lun said through gritted teeth.
Mu Qingge laughed, "I’m using the power of laws openly on the arena, and that’s called despicable? Are you really shameless enough to call me that? Who said magic can’t be used in the tournament?"
It’s not that it can’t be used, but that everyone won’t use it at the start!
Magic consumes too much divine sense and divine power; it’s a long battle, who would start using up resources?
Isn’t this common sense? An unspoken rule?
Why does Mu Qingge insist on breaking the rules? Acting contrary to the norm!
Ji Lun felt helpless, feeling extremely frustrated. "What do you want to do?"
"What to do?" Mu Qingge’s lips curved up, "Of course, to send you off the arena." But she didn’t intend to let him off so easily.
"This is a sneak attack! A setup!" Ji Lun said anxiously.
Mu Qingge nodded, openly admitting, "It’s just the same; these two moves are learned from Zhuoyu Domain. I’m using them today, so Brother Ji Lun, please give me some guidance."
Ji Lun was so angry his vision turned black; he didn’t expect Mu Qingge to be so sharp-tongued.
But Mu Qingge now showed a big smile, extending her hands from behind her back, flexing her wrists, blinking at Ji Lun, and said, "Brother Ji Lun, shall I begin? If I’m not thorough, you should point it out and guide me more."
The expression really made one’s teeth itch.
Ji Lun glared at her, somewhat wanting to ask for help, only to find their Zhuoyu Domain people were all held up by the other Three Divine Domains.
His most reliable Yan Quan was also tightly held up by Li Chao, the two fighting fiercely, with no time to help. Asking for help was utterly impossible.
’I’m so mad!’ Ji Lun roared in his heart.
Originally, he wouldn’t be so passive. However, the thorns on those vines, not knowing what toxin, hardened his limbs and body while making his divine power and divine sense in his body feel like they were weighed down with lead. Trying to move even a bit exhausted him.
Mu Qingge ignored Ji Lun’s fiery gaze due to anger, and of course, also ignored his cheeks swollen like a pig’s head.
She raised her hand, gathering divine power in her palm.
Seeing the divine power gathered in her palm, Ji Lun couldn’t help but be afraid.
"I’m starting now." Mu Qingge blinked, looking unusually innocent.
With that, she attacked with both hands, continuously striking Ji Lun. The palm imprints formed by condensed divine power continuously landed on his cheeks. Before long, blood flowed from his seven orifices, his head swelling to twice its size.
"You... so arrogant... out of Zhong Shan... you’ll regret terribly..." Ji Lun’s head was so swollen that his speech became slurred.
But Mu Qingge still understood his meaning.


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