As they spoke, the four men moved in to surround Ye Haochuan. Originally there were six, but Ye Haochuan had crippled one, and another was smashed so badly he was left with half a life, unable to continue fighting.
"An ant trying to shake a tree!"
Ye Haochuan's lips curled in disdain as he struck with lightning speed, leaving Zhu Sheng dazzled and confused.
When the scene calmed down, Ye Haochuan was still in his spotless white clothes, while four bodyguards lay quietly at his feet like dead dogs, their fate unknown.
"This... How is this possible?"
Zhu Sheng was dumbfounded. These six were special forces veterans, each capable of handling dozens of ordinary people, yet in a single encounter they were beaten like dogs. How could he not realize that Ye Haochuan was a cultivator expert?
