Rays of sunlight glinted off the needles embedded surreptitiously between his fingers, the luminescence giving off a cold bluish vibe.

"Poison needles, the signature weapons of the Lord of Venom of the Western Wilderness. Even a Class XII like you would die quickly the moment the poison enters your body."

Nie Renlong chuckled wickedly, delightfully pleased as if he was showing off a masterpiece of his own making.

"One hundred and eight ...