As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Cheng suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Xuan Zhen as he leaned closer.
"Clang-clang-clang—"
The chains binding him clattered wildly due to his violent movements.
The poisonous spikes embedded in his Spiritual Body seemed to burrow deeper, bringing waves of tearing pain.
"So, are you surprised?"
Xuan Zhen looked at Fang Cheng's reaction with great satisfaction, as if appreciating a caged prey struggling desperately but helplessly.
"Heh..."
He let out a low, pleased chuckle:
"What kind of expression is that? Is it anger, or disbelief?"
Clearly, his previous claim of being a purist idealist, a betrayed victim, was all a pack of lies.
That posture full of righteous indignation and compassion, from top to bottom, was just an act.
Because he was one of those traitors!
Watching Fang Cheng clench his fists, eager to punch him, Xuan Zhen grinned:
