pread open, resembling bat wings. With a flap of their wings, bloodlight surged, and the bloody sword in his hand drew a seemingly slender bloodstain in the air. 。"Boom—"A deafening roar erupted, wit..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonqing Sword in his hand. There was no killing intent, yet it pierced her face so directly and purely. 。 Sincere, the second soul skill! But anyone whose spiritual cultivation is a bit lacking, once f...