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

sword aura radiated blinding light, its azure hue turning sky blue. The soul power within it was completely compressed, with not even a hint of release.The three-eyed demon ape's purple shield was dir..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon trembling all over, his face as pale as paper, with large drops of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead. 。Wu Changkong was right beside him, gently channeling his soft Xuan Tian Gong soul power...