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

t a cold snort, pointing his right hand towards the sky. 。A strange sight occurred, the entire sky darkened instantly. 。A silver moon flashed across the void, and silver light poured down from the hea..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demons a realm beyond ten thousand years, when its cultivation speed becomes excessively rapid, every time it cultivates, if the thunder is potent enough, there's a chance it could lead to its self-destruc...