Caiyi clutched several wounds, looking rather bedraggled. Her pearly teeth bit lightly together as she clearly understood that Fan He was not joking.
Now that Fan He and Wu Changkong had their eyes on her, even if she could flee a while longer, it would be of no use. Sooner or later, they would capture her again. There was no meaning in running; she might as well save her true qi to do something that would spare her humiliation.
As for that Lord Luo of theirs, Caiyi naturally remembered him vividly. He was definitely not her type.
Caiyi might not be some towering, earth-shaking figure, but making her submit so easily was no simple matter.
Without the slave restriction between her and Yang Chen, she could not possibly submit. With it, it was even more impossible.
Caiyi cried out, "Hmph, if you want me to submit, there isn't a chance!"
"Hehe, then don't blame me for being merciless." Fan He's tone turned chilling as he prepared to strike and kill Caiyi.
Yet at that moment, a flash of lightning suddenly streaked over. In the next instant, it transformed into swords of thunder that shot at Fan He and Wu Changkong from different directions.
"Who is it?!"
Fan He and Wu Changkong were both caught off guard, retreating again and again.
The thunder swords were truly formidable, and neither of them dared underestimate them!
At the sight of this, Caiyi's pupils shrank. Others might not recognize those thunder sword techniques, but she knew them very well. Were those not Yang Chen's methods?
Sure enough, after the thunder swords appeared, Yang Chen revealed himself.
"Senior Caiyi, are you all right?" Yang Chen asked warmly.
"Hmph, you're such an annoying person. The moment we meet, you start calling me Senior this, Senior that.