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!,Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a raging river. That surging and tumultuous flow was Zuo Guanglie's blood boiling!,Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”。