"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,In his past life, he was a pampered rich young master who lived a life of luxury and indulgence.,In hell, demons, yakshas, and asuras roam the land. The weak are devoured by the strong, and power is the ultimate ruler.。