His gaze swept over him from top to bottom, inside and out, scrutinizing him thoroughly.
His mask had already been slapped off by the old man.
Ye Xufeng, the hall master, is neither handsome nor unhandsome; he can be summed up in two words: sleazy!
"Master, no, no, Father, Grandpa, Grandpa! Please let me go! I was coerced!"
Without saying a word, Ye Xufeng knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy.
"Don't go around claiming kinship with me, you're not worthy!"
Wang Feng was stunned by this sudden turn of events, then raised his foot and kicked him in the dantian.
In an instant, he was struck so hard that he fell to the ground, howling wildly and writhing in agony.
In just a few seconds, his cultivation level began to regress, and his spiritual energy leaked out wildly, turning him into a cripple.
"Speak! Who were those five people just now?!"
Wang Feng grabbed his head and found that he was struggling so much that he couldn't speak, so he had no choice but to pull him by the collar instead.
Wang Feng simply didn't believe they were from the Sword Sect, because they didn't even have the Sword Sect's insignia on them.
And they were indeed not from the Sword Sect; their identities indicated they were disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Holy Land.
Wang Feng said he had never heard of the Heavenly Wasteland, guessing it was a newly emerging holy land within the last ten thousand years.
Moreover, not all of those five people were swordsmen. You should know that the Sword Sect's only weapon is the sword; they don't use any other weapons at all.
"My lord, I...I really don't know!"
"All I know is that there is a leader of the Holy Demon Sect who ordered us to do this kind of thing."
Ye Xufeng, his face flushed with pain, was held in Wang Feng's hands, clutching his abdomen in agony, his words slurred and broken from the pain.
"The Holy Demonic Cult..."
Wang Feng carefully searched his mind, quickly looking for this information.
"Oh~~"
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