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

th one foot, trying to kick him away.Xie Xie did not draw his blade. With a pull of his left hand on the man's foot, he leaped up like a phantom. His Guanglong dagger struck Gu Ri's head with a tap, a..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demont a shriek and sprang back to its feet, launching itself at Tang Wulin once more, its four claws aiming straight for him. 。Tang Wulin could not be caught by it. The long stick in his hand struck the...