บท 102: Chapter 102 Torture

The prince's voice reverberated through the dimly lit chamber, his words dripping with arrogance. "You're well aware that I am the fourth prince of the mighty Yan Empire," he boasted, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "You cannot kill me! My father, the revered emperor, will ensure you pay dearly for this insolence."

Mu Chen's strong fingers dug into the prince's flesh, his grip tightening like a vise. The prince winced, feeling the pressure on his face, as Mu Chen's voice resonated with unwavering resolve. "Do you truly believe we cower in fear at the mention of your father's wrath? Tell us, prince, what intimate knowledge do you possess about the elusive puppet sect? Surely, as a privileged prince, you must have encountered some of its enigmatic members."