As expected, what he said was indeed true—for him, there was no difference between being here or outside.
Rumble…
The cage was burst apart by Fang Changle's overwhelming aura; his arm shot forward, springing like a spear, thrusting straight at Zhang Fan.
Buzz…
Almost at the same instant, Zhang Fan's body trembled, dappled with clouds of radiant light, as if starlight descended from that North Pole Profound Heaven.
"Mother of Stars, Dou Mansion Venerable King!"
"Celestial Mother Heart Curse!?"
Fang Changle's eyes darkened minutely, yet he recognized it instantly.
"This technique ended up in Zhenwu Mountain's hands, and only Xia Weisheng ever mastered it—are you a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain!?"
Fang Changle's perception and insight were as terrifying as his aura, yet before Zhang Fan could reply, his spear-like arm fell onto Zhang Fan's body. The starlight quaked like a suit of armor, repelling him away instantly.
"What a powerful physique!?"
