"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.,He casually held the flaming sword, turning in mid-air several times, and chopped all the encroaching water snakes into two pieces.,The beggar silently counted his steps, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."。