"No wonder you're Fang Shijie's son, it seems you've inherited his bloodline. Even though it hasn't formed 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 times, 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 came here, he couldn't break my domain, let alone a misguided body enhancer like you."
"You should know, the time 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.
