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

ven-colored eyes. Within those eyes, there was no fluctuation of emotion, only infinite majesty. 。If Shenlongbian faced another two-word Doujia warrior, the effect might not be so significant. 。But,..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonsive had weakened due to the unexpected turn of events. 。The Skull King mecha swiftly moved to the side, while the black skull roared and, unbelievably, its body grew larger, swelling to thirty meters...