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

gings and pricked himself with it.Oh, it hurts! A drop of blood flows out, and a sharp pain shoots through me.So what…The golden scales did not appear.He was a little skeptical. Could it be that he h..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonlly talented. They reached their current level of prowess at a young age, envied by all. However, each of them also has their own story. Only they truly know the amount of effort and struggle it took...