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Yang Xiao had heard that Liu Meng had confronted Yang Hong last night at Yanming Lake, and that he wasn’t at a disadvantage. Yang Meng was a Half Step Martial Emperor. For Liu Meng to be able to confront Yang Meng on the spot was sufficient to prove that Liu Meng’s strength was extraordinary and far surpassed his own. Liu Meng did not conceal anything in front of Yang Xiao. “Currently, my realm is the pinnacle of the Unparalleled Martial God!” “Peak Martial God? F*ck!” Yang Xiao couldn’t help cursing after hearing about the realm of Liu Meng.

Cedric's claws went through flesh and bone with savage ferocity, while Marisol's fists flew like lightning, delivering punishing blows that left their foes reeling in agony. Despite the chaos and carnage that surrounded them, Cedric couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. There was something primal and intoxicating about the heat of battle, a raw intensity that bonded them together in ways words could never express. As the last of the rogue wolves fell beneath their combined onslaught, Cedric and Marisol stood victorious amidst the wreckage, their chests heaving with exertion and adrenaline coursing through their veins. For a moment, they simply stared at e

The seventh peak had not been this full or this alive since they had opened, and Lihua walked through it one morning with her tea going cold in her hand because she kept stopping to look at things — at Ruoxuan and Liying working through a resonance exercise in the cultivation chamber, at Bai Chenghan and Chen Bolin at the archive table, at Yanmei at her desk moving through correspondence with the efficient calm of someone who had finally found the thing they were meant to be doing. She stopped in the middle of the study and just stood there. Yijun came in from the library and found her standing there with cold tea and stopped. 'What are you doing?' he asked. 'Looking at it,' she said. He loo

SETH'S POV; ★ The fight was over, and it's all thanks to a quick skill that I had learned and mastered from Asante, had it not been because of that, I would have been torn mercilessly by these rogues. Now the next step would be for me to head back to BlackBerry pack and finds a suitable manner to make her my Mate. ** After one day of walking through the thick forest, I sighted the place I have been looking for. The castle was tall and possessed a great magnificent view.

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay Safe and Enjoy. Klaira The following chapters are a short novella entitled A Black River Pack Yule. It occurs after His Brother's Mate and before Hell Hounds. Because of rules changing it's impossible to find this novella on the GoodNovel app. So I am adding it here for your enjoyment.

He was wrong. We were monsters. The whole lot of us in the mafia. The viciousness of our world had tarnished any trace of innocence we had in us, and the little that might've remained was completely wiped out by us being forced to carry out the very evil that defined our world. My finger wavered before the trigger of the glock I held to Mercutio's head, my jaw clenched tightly in anger. 'Gnev ubivaet vsyo luchshee v tebe,' my late mam's voice flitted through my mind. 'Anger doesn't burn the least in you. It burns the best.' I removed the pistol from Mercutio's forehead and tucked it into its holster. His frightened eyes watched my every movement raptly, skittering when I started to slowly ci

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

Blood sprays as bodies hit the ground. I focus on the ones that are coming at me, sending jets of flame and ice at them. They dodge and weave, but I'm fast and nimble, and I manage to take them down one by one. Marybelle is fighting with fierce intensity, and I catch a glimpse of her summoning a swarm of bees to attack her enemies.

While rubbing his seemingly ordinary necklace with a pendant of a typical blackbird, a family heirloom, he has a great time imagining himself as a martial artist riding a sword and flying across the vast horizon or casting an almighty spell capable of blocking out the sky, overturning the mountains, and drying up oceans down to their beds. Without him knowing, the ordinary necklace shone with a strange reddish-black light—the light undulating with a unique pattern invisible to human eyes. ---- He liked the most amongst the light novels he read was entitled Martial World, where Lin Ming was a powerful martial arts practitioner. He started as a weak practitioner, with a little bit of luck and

"Are you alright? Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you." I was certain that I was dead, yet my vision cleared up at that moment. In fact, I even heard a melodic male voice booming right next to me. It was such a shame that the man wasn't directing the question at me at all. My vision sharpened once again. I found myself staring at a simplistic ward belonging to a makeshift hospital located at the base camp of the tallest mountain in the world. Gerard Frost, my husband, happened to be caressing his best friend, Olivia Hallburg's cheek with his fingers. Worry was written all over his face.