The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 585: Leave Your Life Behind!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Sparks flew as Hong Li's sword clashed against the chains. The quality of his weapon was high, and as a martial artist with the metal attribute, his elemental force carried a sharpness that made slicing through the chains feel as easy as cutting tofu.

One by one, the chains fell away. The young master of Nangong, who had been bound to the torture rack, collapsed as his body went limp. Yu Qian quickly rushed forward to catch him as he fawned, "Young Master Nangong, are you alright?"

The royal family of the Tianyang Empire was certainly worth currying favor with. Even though Yu Qian's own family wasn't lacking, they were nothing compared to a royal bloodline.

Nangong Yin groggily lifted his head. He had a well-defined face with sharp brows and bright eyes. Most would call him quite handsome. His strength was around the later stage of the Transformation Realm. Although he was a notorious wastrel, as a descendant of the Tianyang Empire's royal family, his bloodline wasn't bad. Coupled with a lifetime of consuming rare treasures, reaching the Transformation Realm was expected.

However, he had clearly been through severe torture. His body was covered in bloody wounds, and his face was pale. He weakly glanced at the group but didn't have the strength to speak.

"It's time to go." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Hong Li scanned the surroundings before taking the lead. Yu Qian then hoisted Nangong Yin onto his back. This was a prime opportunity to win favor with the young master, and if he pleased him, who knew what benefits might come his way in the future?

"What a loyal dog!" Ling Feng snorted. Never mind Nangong Yin's character; Yu Qian's obsequious behavior was nothing short of treacherous!

To be honest, Ling Feng had the urge to strike them both down with one swing of his sword.

Yue Yunlan gently tugged on Ling Feng's sleeve, giving him a slight shake of her head as she pleaded with her eyes.

"Sigh!" Ling Feng let out a quiet sigh. He and the despicable donkey took up the rear as they followed the group. A sense of unease crept into Ling Feng's mind. This operation had gone a bit too smoothly, hadn't it?

Boom!

Just as Hong Li opened the hidden door, ready to escape according to their plan, a blaze of fire erupted around the rock garden. Countless torches lit up, encircling the entire area in an inescapable trap.

More than three hundred people surrounded them, with at least seven or eight Spiritual Element Realm experts among them.

"I knew it couldn't be this easy," Ling Feng muttered, shaking his head. A fierce battle was now unavoidable. However, fighting for someone as despicable as Nangong Yin left him feeling reluctant.

As he stared at the flickering flames surrounding them, Hong Li's face darkened. This was clearly a trap.

No wonder everything had gone so smoothly. Hong Li had believed his actions were flawless, but in reality, he had been lured into a carefully laid-out snare.

It was all part of a scheme!

However, they still had a demon emperor on their side, so they weren't afraid of being outnumbered.

"You dogs of the Tianyang Empire! How dare you!?"

At that moment, an elderly man, tall and thin and dressed in a white robe, stepped out from the crowd. The powerful aura he exuded sent shivers down Hong Li and the others' spines, making their legs tremble slightly.

Ninth-level of Spiritual Element Realm!

This person's cultivation had reached an astonishing level.

Although he wasn't quite at the king-tier yet, he wasn't far from it either.

It was no wonder that Nangong Yao, despite having several Spiritual Element Realm guards with him, had still fallen at the hands of the Lei family.

"Senior, we are not dogs of the Tianyang Empire."

Hong Li stepped forward with forced composure, removing the mask from his face and bowing respectfully to the white-robed elder. "To be honest, Senior, we are disciples of the Cangqiong Sect. I hope you can show us mercy, considering our Sect Leader Yue's standing, and also spare this person."

"Heh," the white-robed elder snorted coldly. "Since when did the Cangqiong Sect become lackeys of the Tianyang Empire? The so-called divine guardian sect is such a joke!"

"You!" Yue Yunlan bit her lip in frustration and couldn't help but step forward. "How dare you slander the Cangqiong Sect!?"

"Hmph, I don't care who you are. This man has humiliated my Lei family. Unless the royal family of the Tianyang Empire comes to apologize while kneeling and begging for forgiveness, don't even think about me letting him go!" The elder's eyes flared with rage, his tone firm and resolute.

"Exactly!" At this moment, a young man in his twenties stepped forward from the Lei family ranks. His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Nangong Yin with hatred that seemed to burn through his very soul.

"I won't let Xiu'er die in vain! That scum... I want to skin him alive and tear out his tendons!"

Judging by the young man's fury, he had to be Lei Ming, the eldest son of the Lei family.

Who could remain calm after wearing such a shameful green hat?

Nangong Yin had even carved the words "Nangong Yin was here" onto his wife's chest. It was no wonder that sher had committed suicide.

Even Ling Feng, standing off to the side, was filled with the urge to kill Nangong Yin on the spot.

"Hahaha!" But instead of feeling any remorse, Nangong Yin, who was lying on Yu Qian's back, burst into laughter. "Lei, I played with your wife, but so what? I'm a prince of the Tianyang Empire. If you know what's good for you, let me go! Otherwise, the iron hooves of the Tianyang Empire will flatten your Lei family and crush all of Duling City!"

What was the definition of an arrogant wastrel?

Nangong Yin was the perfect embodiment of that term, a fool who had no sense of self-preservation.

Even Hong Li was secretly sweating. With such a reckless mouth, it was certain that the Lei family would never let this matter go.

"You heard him, didn't you?" The white-robed elder asked, seething with hatred. "Our Lei family has no intention of clashing with the Cangqiong Sect. Leave that piece of scum behind, and I will let you go in peace."

"Senior, we understand how you feel, but please consider the bigger picture," Yue Yunlan said through gritted teeth, clenching her fists tightly. "Do you realize that if you insist on not releasing Nangong Yin, it will provoke a war between the two nations? Once war breaks out, it will lead to rivers of blood."

"So what?" Lei Ming, the eldest son of the Lei family, retorted through clenched teeth. "If it means going to war with the Tianyang Empire, our Lei family is willing to sacrifice all our wealth and hand it over to the national treasury! Those Tianyang bastards deserve to die!"

The white-robed elder took a deep breath and said slowly, "Ming'er's stance is my stance. The Cangqiong Sect has its influence, but our Lei family isn't some soft target that anyone can trample on!

"You can either leave peacefully, or leave your lives behind! The choice is yours to make."

The elder's eyes gleamed coldly as terrifying killing intent swept over the area, filling the atmosphere with tension.

"Leave our lives behind?"

At that moment, the despicable donkey stepped out from the group, scanning the scene with a mocking grin. "With this group of nobodies, you think you can make this divine beast leave his life behind?"

The Despicable Donkey let out a sinister laugh, and then fixed his gaze on the white-robed elder, saying slowly and deliberately, "Old man, don't you think you're underestimating an emperor-level expert?"