But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,This scene was so magnificent that it was difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink strokes at the edge of the painting.,"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.。