Well-ordered slogans, flowing works of art, and vigorous boxing.,A palpable aura of power emanated from Gu Jingze, surging towards the heavens like an erupting volcano. It seemed to fill the entire space, simultaneously accompanied by a bone-chilling cold that froze one to the core, making it almost impossible to breathe.,Perhaps it was fate that spared me. Perhaps the King of Hell knew I wasn't at peace and didn't take my soul.。