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

rrounded by a distortion of light, and nine rings of halo flashed and disappeared. 。They hadn't even had time to see clearly before the old woman's fist collided with Tang Wulin's. 。Tang Wulin's body..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon" a deep voice boomed, and then the number 50 male raised his hand, lifting his mask and cloak to reveal a stern face. His shiny bald head gleamed under the lights. 。At the sight of this face, most p...