After being prompted by others, Huang Zhen quickly came to his senses.
At first, he was indeed very angry.
However, now that he had calmed down, he wasn't as angry.
"Everyone, there's no need to panic. The poison that can kill me has yet to appear in this world!"
With a low shout, Huang Zhen took out his needle pack, which he always carried with him.
A total of one hundred and eight silver needles gleaming with a cold light appeared before Huang Zhen.
Although he was not a Martial Artist, his speed at administering the needles was still incredibly fast.
As each of the silver needles from the needle pack was inserted, large amounts of black poisonous blood were expelled from Huang Zhen's mouth.
Yet, with every expulsion of poisonous blood, Huang Zhen's complexion would greatly improve.
By the time the last needle was inserted, Huang Zhen let out an enormous spurt of toxic blood with a "wa" sound, staining half of the window in front of him black.
