Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a raging river. That surging and tumultuous flow was Zuo Guanglie's blood boiling!,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.,To a powerful cultivator, the small nation of Zhuang Guo was inconsequential. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li of land, Fenglin City was as insignificant as dust. And even for Fenglin City itself, this dilapidated hermitage in the suburbs had long been forgotten.。