Hard Work!

Sinking Iron Barrier, Geng—Galaxy No. 89.

[Monster killed, Martial Arts Space Experience +10, Available Time Increase 10 years]

"Even a mosquito's leg hair is still meat!"

Li Qingshan sighed. Without even glancing at the ashes beneath his feet, he took a step forward and once more strode into the boundless starry sky.

Compared to the minimum hundred million experience required for Ninth Order, ten points of experience did carry something of a bitter nostalgia for hardship. But with nothing better to do, he had no room to be picky.

For a full three years, the Alien Races had still been in the "scouting" stage, and all he could do was harvest these pawns sent ahead to probe the way.

The young man strolled through the starry sky. With each flicker, he crossed light-years and appeared upon planets separated by vast distances. A single sweep of his gaze reduced the Alien Races to ashes...

This day, on an ordinary Developed Star.

"Dean Lu, please, let me go in and test my blade?"

The youth clutched a chopping knife to his chest and begged the old man bitterly, his eyes fixed greedily on the Bone Armor Clan brute standing motionless behind him.

"Lang Lingfeng, how many times have I told you? Alien Races must wait for the Supervisor Guard to handle personally. How can I let you test your blade on one?"

The old man blew out his beard and widened his eyes, pointing toward the Great Mountain nearby.

"There are plenty of trees in the mountain. Test it however you want!"

Lang Lingfeng's face fell as he said anxiously,

"No, Dean, this ancestral blade technique of mine is different. I have to test it on a living thing for it to work!"

"Ancestral blade technique? And it has