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

Tang Wulin felt as if he had gained countless tentacles. The surging blood energy within his body surged into these tentacles, as if they were part of him. They danced in the air, their scales shimmer..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonhis was the first time he'd faced Old Tang using his Thousand Husband Pointing skill. 。Faced with this accusation, he was left with nowhere to hide. All the surrounding space that could have offered...