C501 The Holy Defender

Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng saw a middle-aged man walk out of the cave. He knew that the person who had forced him out was the middle-aged man in front of him.

"The Guardian of the Holy Sect, Mansley." Mansley placed his hands behind his back and swept his gaze across Wang Feng's body. His face was expressionless and cold.

Wang Feng rubbed his nose and sneered when he heard Mansley's voice