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

m above, drawing a massive beam of light. The blade stretched for ten meters and shot out with ferocity, directly striking the tornado fifty meters away. 。The tornado's momentum ceased abruptly. The..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonuyue murmured to herself, "Rain and snow are not commodities either. It seems that this is also something that cannot be given away..." 。 。Just to be clear, I want to hit you. That's all there is to...