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

see it most clearly. When Tang Wulin threw a punch, that old woman simply slapped her hand out. Like swatting a fly, she sent his fist covered in golden scales flying to the side. 。They knew very well..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demons deliberately masking himself. He fooled the detection device by simulating abilities learned from old devils. 。With a strong mental fortitude as their backing, they found this not difficult at all....