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

light pierced through the window, Tang Wulin opened his eyes.After a night of meditation, my spirit was invigorated and my soul power seemed to have improved slightly. After entering level ten, the sp..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon. 。From a visual standpoint, Tang Wulin's fist had at some point become blue-purple, crystal clear, as deep and profound as a sapphire. 。When he punched out, a slight resonance filled the air. 。 "Ah!...