lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He turned his head, hands clasped behind him, his gaze fixed upon the inky sky. There, hidden in the shadows, lurked his enemies, a pack of powerful figures closing in like wolves – they were the very ones Zuo Guanglie sought to kill!,Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,Gong Yang Bai's silent gaze watched all of this, the next breath, was blood frozen.。