A horde of menacing water snakes swarmed around Zuo Guanglie, their eyes glinting with malice. From all directions, it seemed as if he was trapped in an endless serpent's den!,A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,With a casual wave of his hand, he unleashed a fire dragon that ripped through the air, forcing Gongyang Bai Mo and the others to retreat in fear.。