Reincarnated Poison King

On the edge of the steep cliff of Qingling Peak, there is a huge stone lying on its side. At this moment, a slightly thin young man was leaning on it. His whole body was soaked in blood, and his original black clothes had long been torn apart and were covered with countless wounds. Blood continued to seep out of them, forming a small pool of shocking blood at his feet. His chest was rising and falling sharply, and the muscles in every part of his body were trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength. However, his eyes were still as cold and sober as two extremely sharp cold blades. There was no sign of slackening at all, but they radiated a fierce and fierce light like a vicious wolf. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.