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

He always knew he wasn't a naturally gifted Soul Master in combat. To possess extraordinary fighting power, he needed to forge a path unlike any other. 。“Boom!”Just then, a louder boom echoed through..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonhe swarm of bees. 。These abyssal bombs, like they had entered cruise mode, suddenly sensed the high-speed approach of Aruheng. Almost every one reacted immediately. The closest ones were already flyin...