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

was like a sprite by his side, always circling him, always dancing for him.As the last note of the music faded, Gu Yue turned and leaned into Tang Wulin's arms. She slowly lifted her head, the hatred... golden dragon in mid-air. With just a flash, he soared through the air and arrived at the core of the previous collision.Next, he extended his right arm, waving it through the void. The Golden Dragon...