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

ling vortex of black energy suddenly erupted, forming in mid-air. 。Jian Xing fell into the vortex. The vortex trembled violently, and in the next instant, Xiao Tian disappeared. 。Ye Xinglan also disa..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demons an unparalleled advantage. 。Even these veteran experts watching the match couldn't fully figure out what Yuan En Ye Hui's Martial Spirit was, and the match had already ended. 。Everything happened so...