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

in his hand. He opened it and poured it downwards. 。Suddenly, a liquid fell from the sky. 。A thick, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the waters around Tang Wulin. 。"Begin!" Mukunno said faintl..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon, letting the Purgatory Douluo take it. 。And all this, the East Wind throughout history never knew. 。Just the other day, Purgatory's message came through for the last time. 。He used his own life forc...