A poem describing overreaching.

The writer Yang Daxia said in his novel that your boy is overreaching and boasting. I've been in the Jianghu for twenty years, and I've made great achievements, with few failures. I killed someone. No one ever killed me. The reputation of people who can't kill people is not empty. Son, you lost today. As soon as the voice fell, the immortal's iron fist came out, with a rainbow-like momentum.