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Chapter 4330: 5.0082 Arriving Too Soon (Plus One Update)

Qiaomu clearly saw the person's face, half-lit and half-shadowed, hidden behind the stone array.

It was a rather delicate face, but at that moment, due to pain, it had already twisted into something quite ugly.

She had just seen this face recently.

It was the person from Saint Jiawei Arena who, upon their first encounter, made her feel a sense of a nightmare from her past life.

Jiawei Academy's... Bu Ye?

The one who was with Li Xiangbei.

Qiaomu's lips curved. "What, has Heavenly Fate taken an interest in Jiawei Academy now?"

Heavenly Fate sends people to infiltrate aristocratic academies everywhere, probably hoping to scavenge for more "talents" to use for their drug trials, right?

Bu Ye clutched his broken left wrist, looking coldly at Qiaomu. He said each word viciously, "Qiaomu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The animosity between the two had grown significantly.

Originally, two fingers on his hand were broken by the Crown Prince's people because of this woman.

Now his entire wrist was broken. With old and new grudges combined, it was truly infuriating.

"Waiting for me?" Qiaomu looked up at his utterly hateful face. "Where do you get that confidence?"

Bu Ye scoffed, shaking the Spirit-Binding Rope in his hand. "This isn't an ordinary Spirit-Binding Rope. It's more than enough to bind a Divine Realm cultivator like you."

"Are you sure?" Qiaomu stared coldly at him. A few slender fingers near her body subtly moved, and she immediately felt the strength of the Spirit-Binding Rope binding her gradually intensify.

Bu Ye sneered lightly. "I told you not to waste your energy; you can't escape. Let me think, how should I take you away?"

"Should I make you fall unconscious, or would breaking your legs be more convenient?"

Qiaomu's icy eyes fixed on him, her lips slightly curled into a mocking, cold smile.

"Hmph. I see you won't shed tears until you see your coffin!" Bu Ye was immediately enraged by her disdainful gaze. A streak of arc light in his hand swept towards Qiaomu's knees.

Qiaomu's eyes grew colder. Her limbs were bound and couldn't move. Her entire body lifted upward, yet she felt something heavy dragging her down.

Several defensive talismans appeared before her, their power enveloping her, timely blocking Bu Ye's horizontal sword strike.

Jinghong sprang forth with a hum, "swoosh," cutting through the Spirit-Binding Rope on her body.

In mere moments, Qiaomu had already broken free. Her figure shot forward, and the Jinghong Dagger emitted a sharp, brilliant light, cold and precise like a line of snow, instantly slicing open the front of Bu Ye's clothing.

He looked down to see his shirt wide open, a gaping wound with flesh exposed, blood spreading downwards.

What a sharp dagger, Bu Ye took a deep breath, feeling immensely frustrated.

He hadn't expected that in just a few rounds, he would be repeatedly wounded by this woman. Now, even the Spirit-Binding Rope couldn't hold her?

Therefore, her dagger must be an irresistibly sharp divine artifact.

Damn it, Bu Ye's gaze darkened. A layer of divine armor covered half of his body, and his long sword was enveloped in an ice crystal. He suddenly swept aside the dagger that had shot towards him.

Spinning and kicking, Bu Ye launched an aerial kick. The sword light in his hand flared, still aiming for the young girl's legs.

He certainly didn't want her dead.

He wanted her to suffer a fate worse than death.

Qiaomu watched coldly as the sword light approached, summoning Jinglei Sword to meet it head-on.

Suddenly, with a flutter of robes, Mo Lian's cold, handsome face instantly blocked her, and he summoned Wuyue with a backhand.

A long cry pierced the air, and Wuyue's dark, gleaming sword light abruptly blocked Bu Ye's furious incoming strike.