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

ry balanced, and the power exerted by his right arm was only slightly greater than that of his left.Tang Wulin held the forging hammer in his left hand. The spiral pattern on the hammer handle pressed..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonrk gold Terror Claw flashed across... 。Xie Xie's body was split lengthwise, while Tang Wulin was cut across. This was his last feeling. 。A violent chill and numbness spread through his body along with...