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

He was seriously injured. 。There's no way! As the man was flying backward, Ling WuXie waved his hands, and beams of light shot out from the bracelet on his wrist. They transformed into pieces of arm..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon aloft, suddenly plummeted downward like a freefall. 。Facing mortal danger, anyone would choose to self-destruct first, the Black Emperor is no exception, and so are the other emperors. 。This terrifyi...