Martial Universe Novels & Stories

Everyone in the hall got goosebumps as that aura, laced with murderous intent, enveloped the banquet hall. “Well, your son was the one who started the fight with mine. Why do you want to kill my son? Besides, I clearly heard some noble kids insulting my son earlier, but they all lost. They challenged him in martial arts but lost; now their parents, who know all of this, actually want to harm my son. Tell me, don’t you regard me as his father?” asked We Yan, his voice growing icy and his aura surging. General Ning had previously thought We Yan was only at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but who would have guessed that We Yan was actually in the Golden Core Realm. Only t

- Captain Arlen, 3rd Eastern Scouts The Shattered Wheel. Makil’s mind, a well-ordered archive of threats, supplied the information. A fanatical sect from the broken kingdoms beyond the eastern mountains. They believed in purification through chaos, in breaking the “wheel” of civilized order. They were not an army; they were a plague. And they were in Leigh’s home.

If that were all, there should be far more of everything where they were, so why did he have to come all the way here through the dimensional passage? "I know you won’t believe me! What if I told you this: their world does produce powerful beings, but it also lacks resources. The reason they plunder and destroy the universe is because they consider themselves the strongest—all living creatures beneath them are nothing but livestock!" Long Chen’s smile vanished instantly; in the memories of the Dragon Emperor he had absorbed, there were no such words. How could Tang Shu say that all beings in this universe are merely livestock?

Tsarayu stopped as he smiled and used his consciousness to look at his Martial soul. "Finally, I'm in the second stage of the Spirit Establishment realm. But why is this Martial soul so different from what I've heard?" At first Tsarayu was happy at his breakthrough, but when he looked at his Martial soul, he was amazed as well as confused. Tsarayu knew that when a Martial soul of a cultivator came into existence, it would be wearing a normal cultivator's robe and wouldn't have anything else. But Tsarayu's martial soul was different. It had golden armor on its body, and a blood-red sword in its hands, looking like a war god ready to fight against the world.

Tyr drew in a breath of cold air. “The ancient martial arts world is massive,” Jules continued. “The reason why is not only because of Creeds, but also because of the various reclusive clans and sects. Every family is intertwined with one another, and all types of talents cross paths in various fields of ancient martial arts.” “The Second World abroad is even larger in size. As a result, our people do not interfere with the mortal world at home, but many forces of the Second World abroad have something to do with us.”

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

MAXIMO I drove back to my mansion, am being disturbed for what just happened some minutes before, nobody have ever dared to talk with me in such intolerable tone. How dare she talked to me like that, she does not have the idea with whom she has messed up. "You will be staying in my world. My bambolina will be with me." I ambled inside my mansion along with my bodyguards behind my back making the same sync with my steps. Marco was waiting for me in the living room. I threw my suit in the couch and I took a seat while leaning my head on the couch. I inhaled, thinking about her makes me feel powerless. Now it is important to bring her into my world.

War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent. "Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall. Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely. "Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pome

Arthur chuckled. Rainer sighed and walked towards the center of the arena. He gazed upwards at the holographic screens to see his name and fight record. "It better not be another scorpion" he muttered under his breath. He noticed the other entrance didn't have steel bars this time. After a few seconds of waiting a figure began to appear, a green lizard man with four arms and a sword in each hand. The lizard was a little taller than Rainer, and wasn't wearing any clothes aside from a scaly blue headband around his head. As the lizard man walked over, he let out a battle cry, displaying his sharp teeth for the crowd.