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

se icicles, powerful cold air spread and invaded his body. 。Even though Tang Wulin's physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, he couldn't help but shiver with a chill. 。These two siste..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon pupils had become pure and transparent. 。It seems he was truly an angel all along, merely fallen to earth. 。The holy sword violently materialized, a giant golden sword shadow appearing alongside it....