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

ye, formed nine layers, each resembling frost, with ever-changing ice mist within, leaving behind a lingering echo.Nine Stacks of Winter Charm!Summer String Cold's entire life faced countless powerful..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonident, the Golden Dragon Spear seemed to let out a mournful cry. 。As for strength, Tang Wulin had absolute confidence. At the same level, he had never encountered anyone stronger than him, not even hi...