Ding, ding, ding!
Sparks flew in all directions as Hong Li wielded his sword of no small quality. Coupled with being a gold element martial artist whose elemental power possessed an incomparable sharpness, his strike upon the chains was almost as easy as slicing tofu.
One chain after another fell to the ground, and Young Master Nangong, who had been wrapped in chains on the torture rack, slumped, tumbling down. Yuu Qian quickly stepped forward, catching him in his arms, and said with a sycophantic smile, "Young Master Nangong, how are you?"
Naturally, currying favor with the royal family of the Tianyang Empire was worthwhile, and although Yuu Qian's own family was not bad, it was nothing compared to the royal family, not even worth a fart.