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

s wrist shook, a golden gleam flashed, and an ice cone shattered in mid-air with a loud bang. But the shards of ice did not disperse, instead condensing into a chill that made Tang Wulin feel a distin...y will come. 。He is very patient, never rushing things. 。Even with an overwhelming advantage, Le Zhengyu ultimately lost to him. As Le Zhengyu had predicted, it wasn't just luck. 。Tang Wulin's toes...