Provoking Nine at Once

He looked over.

A carriage was rushing towards Wang Mang.

Looking at Wang Mang, who was still rooted to the ground, the coachman pulled the reins helplessly.

Instantly, the carriage stopped a few feet away from Wang Mang.

His eyes were fixed on Wang Mang, who was unmoved. The coachman angrily rebuked,

"Kid! Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Can you bear the responsibility of delaying our young master's attendance at the Lingyun Pavilion?!"

Looking at the overbearing coachman, Wang Mang sensed his cultivation level.

He was just a weakling at Second Sky of Immortal Realm.

Wang Mang could not even be bothered with him.

In the Two-Ringed Universe where the strong were respected, no matter who was right or wrong, the weak did not have the right to speak.

Looking at Wang Mang who ignored him and felt that he was being ignored, he instantly flew into a rage.

He was about to attack Wang Mang.