The coachman still had a bad attitude. He even spat at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming dodged and was annoyed by the coachman. He sneered, "You're quite powerful. Let's see how strong your immortal techniques are."
Zhu Asi said, "This kind of person deserves a beating. He's been treated so kindly by the people in this world that he's become arrogant and despotic."
Jiang Ming did not hesitate any longer and slapped the coachman. He slapped him so hard that his ears were ringing.
The coachman was still unyielding and even looked at Jiang Ming disdainfully. "Other than martial arts, you have nothing. You won't survive long in the world of immortal cultivation."
It was obvious that he was mocking him.
Jiang Ming grinned.
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly frowned and tore off the coachman's face.
There was no blood and flesh under the torn skin. There was another face.