"No wonder you’re Fang Shijie’s son, it seems you’ve inherited his bloodline. Even though it hasn’t ford a substantial ability, your spiritual energy far exceeds that of ordinary people; you’re quite a good material."
Fang Cheng heard this, suddenly raised his head, and glared angrily:
"Once I break these chains, it will be your death day."
As he spoke, veins pulsed on his forehead, and he struggled a few more tis, but it was all in vain.
"Young people really are fiery."
Xuan Zhen shook his head, speaking with utter contempt:
"As your elder, I’m quite looking forward to you reaching such an astonishing level."
"However, even if your father Fang Shijie ca here, he couldn’t break my domain, let alone a misguided body enhancer like you."
"You should know, the ti and space here are all under my control."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, instantly conjuring a cold, gleaming short knife in the air.
"Here, I am the omnipotent god; with a single thought, I can create hundreds of weapons to deal with any enemy."
As if to prove his point, the short knife shot forth with a "whoosh," precisely piercing Fang Cheng’s shoulder.
Fang Cheng let out a muffled groan, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks, yet he didn’t utter a single plea.
Next, Xuan Zhen raised both his hands.
More knives, swords, bone spurs erged from the void, densely packed before Fang Cheng, their gleam almost blinding.
"The pain you suffer here is entirely the sa as in reality. Guess how long you can endure?"
Xuan Zhen curled his lips into a smile, watching Fang Cheng with keen interest.
"In reality, you indeed have a chance to use brute force to break free of the chains. But here, your muscles are of no use."
His voice was cold and sinister like a serpent’s hiss, deliberately mocking with words, full of vengeful satisfaction.
"Boy, what do you have to fight ?!"
Fang Cheng took a few heavy breaths, yet his gaze remained sharp:
"What use is there in imprisoning here?"
"Imprisonnt?"
Xuan Zhen acted as if he heard the greatest joke, laughing so hard he bent over:
"I never intended to imprison you. What I want is to devour your soul and take over your body!"
He stretched out his hand, caressing Fang Cheng’s arm from a distance, his eyes greedy as if gazing at a rare treasure:
"Chen Hongye’s body is long since rotten; even if you hadn’t damaged it, it wouldn’t last a few years."
"But you’re different. So young and strong, with Fang Shijie’s bloodline, the perfect vessel!"
"Once I swallow your soul and live in your body, who will rember the Chen Hongye who died in the Chen family?"
Fang Cheng gradually stopped struggling, his chest heaving violently, his breaths growing heavier.
Xuan Zhen thought he had finally resigned, his smile grew even more smug.
"Xuan Zhen, I admit, you’ve won this round."
Fang Cheng sighed heavily, his voice carrying a trace of weariness:
"However, before I die, I want to know who the actual leader was behind the Guangwu Gate gunshot incident. So I can die without regrets."
"The na of that great personage..."
Xuan Zhen deliberately drew out his tone, looking at Fang Cheng’s submissive appearance, feeling utterly pleased:
"Sorry, I can’t tell you their na directly; after all, I want to rely on his protection to continue living with your body."
He paused, as if suddenly interested, leaned closer to Fang Cheng, and whispered:
"However, given your good sense, I can tell you one thing."
"Back during the Guangwu Gate gunshot incident, I was one of the main culprits."
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