Chen Siyao gritted her teeth and tried to unleash the first transformation of the Azure Dragon Nine Transformations.
Her muscles swelled slightly beneath the ropes, her strength several times greater than usual, but the ropes did not budge. Instead, they tightened another notch.
The pressure made her grunt. "Bro, the more I struggle, the tighter they get!" There was a hint of panic in her voice.
"This is the Binding Dragon Rope." Chen Hao turned, crouched down, and examined the golden ropes wrapped around them. "The harder you struggle, the tighter it binds you. It was used to bind flood dragons in the primordial era."
Yang Wanqing panicked. "Huh? Then what do we do, Master? I'm about to be squeezed into a sausage!"
Chen Hao sent his divine sense into the Qiankun Bag and rummaged around inside.
After a moment, he pulled a pair of scissors from the bag. They were half a person's height and dark gold all over. The handles were two coiling dragons with their heads facing each other, their jaws wide open around the blades.
A faint, cold gleam coated the cutting edges, like moonlight condensed on metal.
Yang Wanqing stared at the enormous scissors, her eyes round. "Master, you even have scissors as a magical artifact? Aren't those for tailors?"
Chen Hao ignored her and carried the scissors behind them. He gripped the rope around Chen Siyao's wrists with one hand and slipped the scissors into a gap with the other. With a snip, the rope broke.
Wisps of bluish smoke rose from the severed ends. As though all its strength had been drained away, the rope slid limply off Chen Siyao.
Chen Hao cut the rope around Yang Wanqing as well. She got up from the ground, rubbed her reddened wrists, and stared at