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

r tall, walking on two legs, and moving very fast. Their heads were large, and when they opened their mouths, they showed rows of fangs. 。Behind it there are no wings, clearly a more primitive type of..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon protected all students. 。Faces familiar to me flashed through my mind, the sternness of Silver Moon Douluo Cai Lao, the fervent expectations of my master, Chi Long Douluo, and my own grandmaster, Red...