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

g." 。No, you're not mistaken. 。Over twenty years old, an eighth-grade saint craftsman, hahaha, President, are you convinced Even with Mu Chen's composure, he couldn't help but show a proud look at th..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoniant hammer still swung towards Yue Zhengyu. 。"Bang!" With a resounding boom, Yuezheng Yu struck back, his whole body shimmering with ruby light. The luminous holy sword he held aloft was shattered i...