Chapter 88: Junior Brother, This Is for Your Own Good...

"Very well, very well..." Ning Sanniang forced a smile through gritted teeth and said to herself, "Junior brother, you've only just entered the third realm and you're already so eager to toughen up. Truly, you have great ambition."
"The body-tempering method in the Tiangang chapter of the 'Primordial Harmony Manual'—you've only just begun, after all. If you wish to progress quickly, external stimulation is the most effective way!"
"As your senior sister, I won't take advantage of you..."
She changed her tone as she spoke.
A few days later, a comprehensive acquisition agreement was reached, and Li Jun became a major shareholder of the Mengshandu Corporation.
As for Guo Lei, he had long been aware of Qin Shuhuai's abilities. Even if Qin Shuhuai were appointed chief commander of the construction headquarters tomorrow, Guo Lei would not be the least surprised.
In his eyes, Qin Shuhuai's current position was still too lowly, and he never considered himself to be on the same level as Qin Shuhuai.
At that moment, the airborne seal seemed to lose all effect. Garuda stood suspended in midair, and within the surging black smoke, countless ghastly, fearsome demon heads took shape.
The Romans, especially, were supremely confident; even if the miraculous unfolded before their very eyes, they would see themselves as the authors of the myth.
Though he had always known that Carola was filled with defiance and rebelliousness toward him, he still held high hopes for her.
As the vision of the void faded, in the canyon, the corpse began to melt, drop by drop falling and turning into icy blue liquid, seeping into Su San's demonic body.
Winter in Sizhao City was bitterly cold; the Slavs barely ventured outdoors, preferring to stay cooped up and warm at home. Xun Shen considered this wasteful and suggested that Yuan Tan implement conscription. With the promise of alcohol, nearly all Slavic men of age would participate in military service during the winter.
The Lunar War God walked to the bedside, lifted the curtains, and saw the Fragrant Concubine lying there, mortally ill. Her pale face, brow knotted with pain, and the sound of her coughing again and again, all made the War God's heart tremble.
"If you need manpower, I can assign a few hundred here, but the project team will have to pay something—call it labor fees," Li Jianming added.
All in all, the Outer Realms were shrouded in mystery and little understood, which meant that few dared venture there to fight. Only the truly powerful would choose the Outer Realms as a battlefield.
Yin Buning also felt utterly ignored, so he simply adopted an even more forceful approach toward the Eastern Suburbs.
When Rhinefield looked at Buro again, Buro's sword was already sheathed; the tempest and flying sand had vanished in an instant.
The dying sunlight poured down from the horizon, bathing the vast, desolate canyon where a waterfall, towering as the sky, crashed down with thunderous roar.
In a split second, the entire pool was torn apart, and the icy waters were easily swept into the air.
It seemed the green firebird above could not attack the old turtle; instead of striking again, it transformed back into a suppressive curtain of light, pinning the old turtle down.
"If you're looking for a way... My family does have a few meteorites left by our ancestors, but the elders cherish them greatly. They would never sell them to outsiders," Lei Qianxing said to Mu Li with a pointed look.
The death of the Chaotic Evil God marked the final end of the evil god's descent. Afterward, minor losses and related matters would be handled by officials from each nation.
Rather than defending, Luo Lei and his group were simply standing guard here, observing the ancient evil god's actions and ready to alert humanity at any moment.
Soon, those devices would need to be installed. Luo Lei and the others would have to learn how to use them, so as to restore the warship's power to its original state—the true form of the gnome warship.
Aleda and his companions, eyes bloodshot, charged forward with reckless abandon. Years of running had honed their riding and archery skills to perfection. Shooting arrows from horseback, they loosed volleys like blazing stars, and as thousands of horses thundered across the plain, Zheng Peng could feel the earth trembling beneath their hooves.