Divine Blade Novels & Stories

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

The inability to wield the Draco Force left Adrian compromised in terms of strength. While he had faced situations where his abilities were hindered before, this instance was the most thorough—his Draco Force was utterly gone. Now, Adrian's sole reliance was on the weapons on him. However, the Divine Frost Slayer Blade and Hellblade were not compatible. The Divine Frost Slayer Blade seemed constantly poised to consume the Hellblade, yet the enigmatic Hellblade was clearly formidable. Thus, the Divine Frost Slayer Blade waited for an opportunity.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

He mumbled, "Is it possible that Chase Collins' blade is a divine weapon?" There was no other explanation besides that. Eason nodded. "You're right. The thick murderous intent in the air makes sense if what he has is a divine weapon. The murderous intent had come from the blade spirit in his weapon. A human like him could never possess such powerful murderous intent. "Get that blade, Greta, and victory will be yours!" Greta might be a woman, but she was able to pick up a huge weapon like the Malefic Divine Blade because of her physique. She possessed the rare Innate Evangel Demonic Physique.

if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future. They were different, so different, yet bound by fate. Will the flame vanish before it can even bloom?

Silver Light replied. “Thanks, you’re no help,” Blake replied with a frown. “For now, I’ll place you in my Divine World,” Blake said, and the sword entered the Divine World, where it flew around exploring. “I just hope she doesn’t cut me.” Blake feared and left the pond as it settled back down and was calm again.

She ducked without hesitation, as her 2 light swords stabbed forward also from another angle in retaliation. Clang!! Despite his weapon being heavy, the Exterminator wielded it like a normal sword as he parried her quick stabs. Whoosh!! After deterring her to retreat a bit, he suddenly started spinning his weapon with speed as he quickly starts his divine battle art without hesitation, Wrath of the War God. This divine battle art is one of the few rare ones that is made only to improve one’s strength. Divine Battle Arts that increase only one aspect are rate, but some people prefer them as the boost when using it is greater than other divine battle arts that increase other aspects as well.

"Enough talk. Attack together. If we can kill him, we take at least one down with us!" "Kill!" The champions fought with their lives. Seeing this, Leomer smirked in disdain. "It looks like you've made a very poor choice. In that case, you may all die! Divine Light Blade!" It was the same move again, but this time, it was far more overwhelming than before. This was a multi-tiered killing technique. The Divine Light Blade had nine levels, and each one was stronger than the last. Now, Leomer had unleashed the third level. Its power was vastly greater than before.

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

His face was ashen, and there was a desperate look in his eyes. The divine sword Sky Attack contained his divine awareness. It was almost equivalent to an entity of Divine Senses. Only by nourishing it with blood essence and Qi all year round could a person become one with the sword and exert its greatest power. But at that moment, the entity of Divine Senses inside the sword was forcibly removed and the connection had been cut off. The terrible rebound force instantly seriously injured him. This injury was more terrible than the previous sword wound, almost shaking his God Realm Origin.