C579 The Scourge of the Hidden Rebellion

The blond man stood up slowly and gently combed his long hair. He said, "Holy Sect's one hundred and eight Holy Warriors, Char."

Wang Feng snorted coldly. He had dealt with many people like Char before.

Whether it was Smith orandro, they had all died in Wang Feng's hands in the Eastern Huaxia.

Wang Feng rubbed his nose and looked at Ling Jing. It seemed that she had no intention of harming her