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

boom echoed throughout the arena. 。The massive form of the Underworld White Tiger almost instantly shattered, transforming into countless streaks of light that reformed into a swirling cloud and flew..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonmplete transformation! While Yuan En Zhe Tian said this, he didn't even remotely intend to hand the metal back to Tang Wulin. It was an understatement to say that he was attached to it; his current...