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

ickers, it trembles slightly. 。 。A ball of blue light gathered in front of her, taking shape. It was a sphere of ice about half a meter in diameter, which Ancient Moon sent out with a wave of her ha..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demone. 。Even when his martial soul was only Blue Silver Grass and his spirit ability was just a defective little golden light, he persevered. 。Step by step, he became the class monitor of a class at Shi...