Martial Emperor Novels & Stories

“I truly have not heard of them. I wonder what kind of existence these Four Emperors you’re referring to are, Master Watt.” Demi answered, “The Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire are the most powerful people in the Celestial Empire’s martial arts community. Have you ever read The Legend of the Condor Heroes? The Four Emperor’s existence is like that of The Five Greats from the story. “And your master is one of the Four Emperors, the Beggar King.”

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

“As long as I kill you, who will know?” He was a Martial Emperor! In his eyes, Martial Emperors were rare in the ancient martial world.

could someone explain this to me and how did I revive and get reincarnated at this Era? Zelia look at the Emperor, "How about you?" "1500 years old."He said nonchalantly making her face even more unexplainable. "You're my great great great great great greatest grandfather?! I see, you're already an old man."She smirked while pointing her forefinger at him making his expressionless face frowned. The Emperor grabbed her waist and push her to the king bed size bed. The Emperor look at Reves and Mae like he is signalling them to leave their room and they receive his signal.

The pathway is narrow as they are squeezing their bodies to one another. No guards can be found around except this military guy. This might be a good opportunity but again this military guy is on another level based on his appearance alone. For now, they must follow this military guy first. "Follow me." said the military guy. "But how about the others who passed out? What about them?" Carlo voiced out his question to him. Those people who passed out are his members, of course, he will be worried about them since he treats them more like his family.

“The emperor must’ve suffered a lot since he lost his beloved son at a very young age.” Dio’s expression turned sour at the mention of the emperor. The empire's ruler was the strongest man who stood at the top of his enemies' corpses in every war he fought when he was younger. “I don’t think the emperor could love his sons that way.” Dio looked away as he crossed his arms. “He’s the emperor after all.” “You talk as if you know the imperial family,” Kael teased. “Didn’t you know? The Marquis Romanov lineage started from the first generation the third prince of this empire, Prince Ariel. Some of the traditions of the Romanovs came from the imperial family tradition,” Dio said nonchalantly.

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."

His words screamed at me as I pick up another dagger, pushing it into the opposite shoulder. "You see, I said I would kill you and I will. Not before I make you hurt. I am sure once word spreads how I tortured you then killed you people will learn to see me as I am. The one who runs and owns this city. Not a weak pathetic princess!" I grab the dagger and swing it down on his leg. He screams fighting against the restraints. I keep going, ages passing by and when I finish he looks like a pin cushion, or maybe a dagger cushion?

"Mother, does it hurt?" I took the handkerchief and shook my head, smiling at him. "Not at all." The text went quiet for a moment, then jumped again. [The Emperor's health has been poor lately. He keeps dreaming of the deposed crown prince…] [Back then, the crown prince was deposed because when the fifth prince tried to assassinate the Emperor, the crown prince was too forceful in protecting him and crippled the fifth prince. The Emperor condemned him for not caring about his own brother.]

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."