Jiang Ming shuttled back and forth between the Specter Secret Realm and Chuyang Peak every day.
After more than ten days of work, he had almost finished visiting every corner of Specter Secret Realm, and the treasures that he reaped have long made Zhao Changkong and Luo Heng numb to it. Even by just picking the leftovers from the haul, the two of them were ecstatic.
Of course, there were even more experts of the foreign clans slaughtered. In total, Jiang Ming had killed almost 100 Cosmic Experts.
Zhao Changkong even presumed that Jiang Ming might have killed one third of the top experts of the universe by now.
It was simply incredible.
"Brother Jiang, you are making our Human Race an enemy of the entire universe." Zhao Changkong smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry! I will solve the troubles I caused myself!" Jiang Ming didn't care.
