rm that moved quickly.The Guanglong dagger in his hand suddenly transformed into a burst of light, golden rays slashing outwards with each strike, every one landing precisely on the Blue Silver Grass....At this time, on the rostrum, Chiguozhangting sat there, but his brow was creased with veins, revealing his utterly restless mood. His expression was slightly ferocious, and his hands gripped the armrests tightly.wly and under the watchful eyes of San Rao.Tang Wulin only felt a sharp pain in his arm, but to his surprise, when the Guanglong dagger slashed through his skin, there seemed to be a faint glow from t...