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

the aura of destruction. The aura shattered. 。 In a surge of power, the golden dragon head, accompanied by Tang Wulin's open palms reaching toward the sky, rose majestically. It opened its jaws w..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonwould think" "You bastard!" Tears flowed uncontrollably. 。Tang Wulin's right hand, the Golden Dragon Claw, once again rose. "Will you say it or not If you don't, next time I'll take your whole shir...