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

econd, the third, the fourth... Tang Wulin slightly relaxed his breath, trying his best to keep his own aura from leaking out. He held his breath and waited quietly. 。While the immediate crisis was r..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonall. 。Ten minutes passed in a flash, a golden light flashed, and Tang Wulin had already appeared in the competition arena. 。Everything around was eerily silent. The entire competition stage emanated a...