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

ong tapped the ground with his left foot. This seemingly light action shattered all the icy thorns on the competition stage in an instant, turning them into powder that scattered. 。 The Tianshuang Sw..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoning Sima Jinchi's face darken, Tang Wulin helplessly shrugged. "It's not a bad thing either..." 。After all, we're friends, aren't we 。 Sima Jinchi opened his mouth, he really wanted to say, who is you...