My Disciples Are Super Gods Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You may have shown a certain degree of power, but don't mistake killing Ky in one shot as justification to parade around our home ground! We have an Earthly Celestial as our master and several God Graders. We have too many disciples and members to count. You can't beat us all!" The leader said.

In terms of the levels among disciples, core and true disciples were higher than elite disciples, and they could receive 50 and 100 spirit stones each month. Although the number did not seem to be large, disciples who reached that level were the cornerstone of the sect's future. Moreover, their benefits every time they completed a sect mission were also astonishing. Besides that, disciples who reached these levels were generally disdainful of bullying their fellow disciples for the sake of dozens or hundreds of spirit stones every month. Hence, under normal circumstances, those collecting regular money, also known as protection fees, would usually be elite disciples like Kendrick.

"Looks like someone's breaking through." "No way! This looks like just a martial god sovereign advancement. Why is it so exaggerated?" "Martial god sovereign? I thought it was martial god king! How do you know it's martial god sovereign?" "The direction where the light beams are falling, that is where Elder Topher's newly accepted personal disciple Chase is. Did you not know?" "What? Elder Topher took on another personal disciple? Did he not say one was enough?" "Ah, do not even mention it. His previous personal disciple was gone after those 30 thousand years of slumber passed. Nothing left but withered bones!"

He tightened his fists and said, “Formal disciples are only for those who are in the ultimate god-level. As for the informal disciples, they are at the true god level. As for those in the semi-god level. Haha… They can only become normal disciples!” It was obvious that these people had a high above expression on their faces after they spoke of their position. They were considered rare geniuses in their pavilion. Although they were not alike the true geniuses, disciples like Rowan would still attract lots of disciples fawning over her when they walked into the pavilion.

Danial smiled bitterly, not wanting to delve into his past. Pavan launched into an explanation, his excitement was evident. "The title of God of War is a prestigious honor bestowed upon those with extreme military exploits. They are powerful beings and have authority no less than the ruler of Somerland. For example, if they say you will die, you will die—there is no 'if.' Their word is law. Only a word from a Grandmaster can overrule it. Being trained by a God of War is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Pavan continued, "Do you have any idea how many people have tried to become disciples of the Gods of War and failed? Not only are we being taught by a God of War, but by the only female God

The elders and elite disciples sat in the living room. When everyone was there, Cranos smiled and said, "Everyone, I have two things to announce today. One, from today onward, the disciples can go out into the world, and two, Skylar will officially be Cloud Valley's sect master from today onward. Please do your utmost best to support him and the family." Many of the elite disciples became extremely excited. "Yes! We can finally go out!" "This has to be a dream, right?"

"Otherwise, why do you think the 2000 disciples on the waiting list are divided into five academies? How come there are barely any authorities in the academies, but a few teachers? This kind of hands-off management is perfect for disciples who are truly powerful. Only after unifying his academy and gaining the support of all its disciples, can he be worthy of the title of the top disciple, of eventually joining the core disciples, and of obtaining our sect's true legacy and magic skills! "Huh. How come I don't know all of this?" "You're just a glutton who eats all day. If you asked the third-generation disciples, you would have known." "Why should I go ask since you can tell me?" said the ch

The disciples were all afraid and didn’t dare to do it. The sect master was furious. “You dare to disobey a direct order? What are you afraid of? Can’t you see that that brat and his kid are fine down there? Go!” With a big wave of his hand, he grabbed a few dozen disciples through the void and threw them down one after another. Splash, splash! Immediately after half a dozen disciples fell into the water, mournful screams rang out. The highly potent poisonous water immediately melted seven or eight disciples. They yelled and struggled a few moments before their voices trailed off, and they sank slowly.

In a mystical world within the body of an immortal, a great ruckus was happening. “Master! It has appeared once again!” A good disciple knelt on the floor. He prostrated before his teacher which had given him his everything in short. This very man had saved him in the past and until this day, he has not forgotten his pledge of allegiance and service to this person. The disciple was content in doing so. He had no ambitions for himself, only to the happiness of his benefactor. To call him a slave was much more fitting than a disciple in this day and age.

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.