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

ong sword rose directly, while Ye Xinglan's long sword that had been thrust forward had already bloomed with a hundred star lines covering him. 。Ye Xingmo was startled, but he didn't dare to hesitate...."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonod courses wildly. 。Next, thousands of bloody rays suddenly shot out from those blood eyes, converging on the tall man. 。The towering man's strides finally came to a halt. The instant he stopped, his...