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

als I could forge, couldn't I shatter your bones"Roar!" Wang Jinxi was enraged by the recent impact, his first soul ring ignited beneath his feet, releasing a hundred-year soul ring. His body underwen..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonof armor was as black as ink, with a purple glow swirling inside. 。Her weapon was a longsword, an all-purple black longsword that did not release energy outward, but behind her, there was also a purpl...