Throughout his life, the Thousand-Handed Poison King had been calculating others, using his ingenious poisoning skills to claim lives. He never thought that today, he would die at the hands of this young man. There was a sense of unwillingness in his heart, but he was helpless. As the old saying goes, in every generation, new talents will emerge to lead the way for hundreds of years. This is the world of the young, and he was already old.
In a daze, a wave of desolation surged in his heart. This era no longer belonged to these undying elders.
"Go ahead, I won't fight back. It's time for me to leave this world."
"Don't worry, I will grant you that." Yang Fan rushed over in an instant, grabbed his neck with one hand, and with a slight exertion, there was a crisp snap. Releasing his hand, Yang Fan watched the Thousand-Handed Poison King collapse to the ground.
