Ye Tian simply stood motionless, his gaze icy as he watched the four men attack him.
Xu Wanshan and Xu Wanhe stood behind Ye Tian, nervously sweating for him. They knew Ye Tian was powerful, but handling four people single-handedly might be too much for him.
However, just as their fists were about to hit Ye Tian's chest, in an instant, a faint white glow appeared around Ye Tian's body, which condensed into a set of armor.
The attacks from the four men had no effect whatsoever on Ye Tian.
"How is this possible!"
"Ah! Conjuring armor? Could this kid also be a Heavenly Martial Artist?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could such a young kid be a Heavenly Martial Artist!"
The men were staggeringly shocked. Ye Tian let out a cold laugh and, with a flicker of his form, the chief of the Zheng family smashed against the wall and fell to the ground like a tortoise.
