At that moment, hundreds of Ma Family Guards looked at them, not daring to move an inch, barely daring to breathe.
The north wind whistled through, creating a deathly silence.
Ma Fei stared at the two half-kneeling figures. Just their backs radiated an unshakable aura, surpassing even his father's, filling him with immense fear.
Looking at Ye Tian, Ma Fei's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He couldn't believe such a powerful martial artist was someone else's servant.
To make such a strong person submit, how powerful must this young man be? Could he be the Saint Heir of a hidden Holy Land? Or an elder of the Kunlun Divine List who had regained his youth?
The other Ma Family guards felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, continually swallowing hard, barely able to hold their weapons.
