The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.,"Massacre, is that your way" Zu Guanglie curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his words unknown to whom. But a pair of eyes as bright as stars were gradually being covered by a cold emotion.,His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.。