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He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

He was explaining the fundamental knowledge that even an ordinary person without True Energy cultivation could use to unlock incredible strength when performing the basic technique. He covered everything, from the basics to controlling the bloodline, harnessing the body’s strength, and mastering Soul Power. His explanations were detailed, and he concluded with the pinnacle of the Martial Path. “The term ‘Divine’ in the Divine Martial Art represents the ultimate in the Martial Path. I am the embodiment of heaven, and the power of the Divine surpasses all other forces. It’s the culmination of body, bloodline, and Soul Power, a fusion of reaction speed, agility, and insight. It’s the ultimate p

Chad noticed that the shape of the Corpse Herb resembled that of a woman. When Winston received the Corpse Herb, he said coldly, "Monkey, it's your turn. Show the mortals what a martial god is!" Monte grinned and then hunched his back. He suddenly began moving like a monkey. He raised his fists to the sky and exclaimed, "Please, Great Warrior of Heaven!" Chad immediately thought of a word after hearing that—medium! It was a unique technique used by martial artists to summon gods. It could temporarily increase one's power to levels higher than an earthbound immortal's.

" Jenny, her face deeply swollen, bowed her head respectfully and repented. "Logan..." Dirk turned to Logan and smiled arrogantly. "I've been around the world for decades, but I've never met an expert who became a God Grade Master at such a young age, especially in Corynthea. "People here seek quick success and instant benefits. How could such strength emerge with the decline of martial arts? Let's fight today, and I'll see if you've inherited the tradition of Corynthean martial artists. "I'm a God Grade Master, incomparable and at the highest grade in martial arts. Come at me! Fight against me!"

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.

Durga was not the hero of the story, but the villain who had destroyed Mahishasura. Mahisashura had not been a mere demon. He was a devotee of the gods, a warrior who had earned their favor through years of penance and devotion. From Brahma himself, he had received a boon, a gift: invincibility against any man or god. Armed with this divine protection, he believed the world should recognize his power—but instead, he was met with fear and hostility.

Even though she was helped by Long Chen with the Pill and some training instructions, her heart felt happy especially when it was helped by someone she cared about. "Now you are already at the ninth level, so it won't take long to ascend to the divine realm. But..." Long Chen placed his index finger on Zi Lanying's forehead, then sent a martial art into Zi Lanying's memory "Heaven-level martial art?" Zi Lanying was shocked to find out that the martial art Long Chen gave her was no ordinary martial art. But a heaven-level martial art! Even he thought it was very difficult to obtain a heaven-class martial art like the one Long Chen had given him.

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.