Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

we'll fight again, and then see who beats who."Tang Wulin glanced at him, slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood up. “Dream on,” he said. Of course, he wouldn't tell Wan Yunchao how powerful..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon his soul power to close his pores and restrain his breath. He landed very lightly, trying not to make any noise at all. 。This breath-holding technique was learned from the Demon Island, from the old...