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

d there was no trace of a smile left. 。Zheng Yiran looked extremely unwilling. Throughout the entire competition, she hadn't even unleashed her full potential. Yang Nianxia was still on the field, bu..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon as well. 。Her wounds writhed violently, desperate to heal, but the sharp, frantic tearing of the Jinlong Annihilation Claw ripped them open further. Large patches of emerald-green liquid flowed from...