lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He didn't even glance at what remained of Left Guanglie's body, nor did he have any lingering feelings. With a flash of his sword light, he disappeared in an instant.,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.,Now he stood before the remains of Zuo Guanglie. This arduous journey had finally reached its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.。