"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"
Nangong Zhan's fury surged, his eyes bloodshot as he struggled to stop himself from striking.
"Oh? A Battle Soldier."
Seeing Nangong Zhan's military uniform, these people showed not the slightest fear. Instead, their faces brimmed with provocation, utterly disregarding him.
Nangong Zhan swept his gaze over them. They were broad-shouldered and powerfully built, with bulging temples—clearly martial artists.
He was not confident he could handle several of them; they were very likely in the Body Tempering Realm.
When he saw that they wore servants' uniforms, Nangong Zhan's heart jolted, and his anger gradually subsided.
To have Body Tempering Realm experts serve as slaves and attendants was not something an ordinary force could achieve. Even if Li Xuancang was a Hundred-Man Commander, they could not afford to provoke them.
Nangong Zhan took a deep breath and suppressed the rage in his heart, intending to let the matter rest. Yet a pale-faced man with unsteady steps emerged from the other party's carriage.
"A mere Battle Soldier dares question this young master? You truly don't know whether you're dead or alive. Teach him a proper lesson."
The man's manner was arrogant, and his words were even more shocking.
Nangong Zhan was a Battle Soldier, yet this man actually dared order his servants to attack one. He was utterly lawless.
"Who are they? They actually dare attack a Battle Soldier?"
The commotion drew the attention of many people, and quite a few gathered to watch.
The commoners stared in shock, never expecting someone to dare lay hands on a Battle Soldier in broad daylight.
Battle Soldiers belonged to the Imperial Court. Did they not fear being held accountable by the Imperial Court or facing the army's wrath for attacking one?
"What do you know? That is