"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.,Left Guanglie's face remained unchanged. With both hands he pulled, and a flame blade materialized in his palm.,The blades flashed like a torrential downpour, crashing down and forcing Zuo Guanglie back into the snake pit.。