"Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete fool." Accompanied by an icy voice, a line of cultivators in dark-blue robes landed, faintly sealing off the four directions.,Even the Nine Illnesses Xuan Yin Array condensing in the sky, its murderous clouds seemed like kindling for a raging fire!,He was a beggar on the brink of death, waiting only for his final moment.。