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

pression. 。Tang Wulin's face revealed a trace of horror, his brows furrowed, and purple light flashed in his eyes. He looked towards the direction from which the voice came through the tree canopy. 。S..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonline, most of his strength relies on it. The pressure from the superior bloodline interrupted his soul technique he was casting instantly. 。Ye Xinglan's sword strike was far more painful than what Le...