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Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon
om, boom, boom……” Nine roars echoed in the air, a powerful chill instantly swept across the entire center of the arena, causing people to shiver uncontrollably. The sky was filled with various colors,..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonI transformed! Male to female!” Wu Rui screamed, with a flash of light, he teleported away again. 。Meanwhile, the pages of his book changed again. 。A beam of golden light descended from the heavens an...