บท 982: Unworthy of Being My Disciple

Thinking of this, Wang Mang immediately made up his mind.

This disciple was chosen from the conquest paths of the myriad worlds.

Selecting a few disciples here would be better than being in the Ancestral Realm of Desolation.

It was even to the extent that the quality of the disciples chosen from the other Tier 6 worlds was high!

With this thought in mind, Wang Mang's thoughts immediately became clear.

After that, Wang Mang stood with his hands behind his back, retracted his aura, and flew towards the 13 cities.

How could Wang Mang's current speed be terrifying? It was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

Even if he didn't use his speed god art, his speed was still faster than a sector lord.

It was precisely because of this that his speed was naturally not slow.

In just the time it took to brew a cup of tea.

Wang Mang had already arrived outside the thirteen cities.