No one could understand it. Had this group gone mad?
"Do you know this person?" Wang Ruiqing held up his phone, Jiang Changkong's figure displayed on the screen—then the screen went black the next second.
"What happened?" a martial artist asked with a frown.
"The surveillance device is gone. That madman directly vaporized everything within ten thousand meters."
Wang Ruiqing tapped his phone several times. "New surveillance has been activated. Look."
"It's him?" The man in black and the nine others cried out at the same time, "Jiang Changkong?"
"Jiang Changkong?" Wang Ruiqing frowned slightly. "Which family's prodigy is he? His strength is actually this terrifying?"
Heng Moxuan glanced at him and said, "Jiang Changkong isn't from some major faction. He's self-taught, clawed his way up from Jianghai Province."
"A self-taught nobody, yet this terrifying." Wang Ruiqing's expression darkened slightly. "My lord, if you want that thing now, you can only deal with Jiang Changkong first."
After considering for a moment, the man in black asked, "How much longer until the restrictions on them can be lifted?"
"One hour." Wang Ruiqing glanced at the nine people.
Heng Moxuan said coolly, "My lord, even if our restrictions are lifted, we still can't step into the high tier immediately."
"I have prepared potions for you," the man in black said indifferently. "Entering the high tier will not be a problem for you."
"Thank you, my lord." Before Heng Moxuan could speak, the other eight said excitedly.
"It's a pity about Qingfeng. He didn't have the fate for it," one of them said.
"He deserved to die, retreating that slowly." The others sneered. "Once we enter the high tier, we'll go kill that brat."
The man in black turned and left. An instrument appeared in his hand, displaying the scene of Jiang Changkong