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

peared on his face, which had seemed eternally unchanging like an iceberg. 。A figure appeared silently beside him, right hand stroking his chin, eyes full of thoughtful light, "That last power is..."..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon!Wu Lao nodded slightly at Hei Yi, his gaze sweeping across the thirty white-level Dou fighters behind him 。Nods slightly and says, “This batch of young people's quality is still acceptable.” 。 。 No...