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

ul rings and soul spirits could my body absorb” Tang Wulin returned to his room and entered meditation, calling out for Old Tang. 。Lao Tang was still enveloped in that gentle golden light. For some r..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demontire body seemingly enveloped by a myriad of elements. It felt their nourishment and sensed the changes they brought. 。Tang Wulin every minute, every second is constantly improving. 。It has to be sai...