Peerless Martial God Epub Novels & Stories

Then, I gasped in realization, “You have the power to make people enrage, do you? I believe that’s what your god of war can do, right?” “You figured it out quickly.” His voice sounded like he was close. That urged me to stealthily head for the next tree to hide. “This duel is truly fated. Mars’s grace grants me a worthy foe.” “Mars? That’s the Roman god of war. I thought Ares chose you.” “Yes, but it turns out they are one and the same.” A wave of blades appeared from in front. I sky-jumped through the canopy, grazing my cheeks again. The second I was back on the ground, Commodus was diving above me from out of nowhere. Before his spear could stab me, I gave an earth-shattering punch, then s

The echoing voice reverberated and slowly faded. She panicked. She wanted to ask questions but she cannot utter a single word. Until the light came again and she was swallowed by it for the second time. And there, her countless rebirth began. ••• The God's Realm... "Great God, Anoteros. I don't understand why you did not give equal punishment for that white fox. She killed her kind and thousand of lives but you gave her countless rebirths?" An unspeakable being behind Anoteros, the God of all living things.

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

it will be a waste if I don't make use of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “As I said earlier, they can be used to strengthen your mortal body, it's certainly enough to let you break through the realm of a demigod or even a god,” Mahjong said nonchalantly as if being a god was a trivial thing. I didn't care though, who wouldn't wanna be a god? “A god huh?” I smiled. Wasn't this great? “Bear in mind that an epic will be written and portrayed in this world and other realms. It will tell of your past and plans for humanity.”

If that's true, then maybe the Rainbow Pill isn't just able to enhance his physical strength, but might also enhance his Dragon Transformation to the intermediate stage of perfection. "Will you give it to me?" Long Chen asked with a shining gaze. "Hmm! I'll also give you a martial arts technique, Brother Chen." Xie Hien pulled out an old, slightly worn book and handed it to Long Chen. Long Chen looked at the title of the book, which read 'Fire Body Art.' He opened the first page, and his eyes widened instantly upon seeing the first page alone. He began reading the other pages, which left Long Chen in awe of the 'Fire Body Art.'

He brows cocked as he prowled menacingly towards me, darkness surged behind his face. It took every ounce of strength in me not to step backwards. “Tell your papa to pay back the money he owes the Bratva. All else….” I parted my lips, my eyes blinking rapidly as I cut into his words. “Or else?” He chuckled. One devoid of any empathy, emotions or whatsoever. It was the most soulless chuckle I have ever heard my whole life. “His head would be the first thing you would wake up to see in a week's time.”

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.

said Elijah, as he stood up to address I and my rogues. "Well, I understand everything you just said and I am here for peace. I'm glad you want it too. I agree we are bringing too much attention from the humans. I have already acquired enough wealth over the years. It has been a glorious experience" I said, as I stood up as well to address them. At the utterance of my last words, my rogues hailed my name and beat their chest, boasting of all our glorious bounties. "Wow! It's good to see you and your rogues are proud of your way of life, but this is where it comes to an end. Do we have an understanding?" Asked Elijah. "Yes we do" I replied, after which we stood up and shook hands.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

"But the iron is useless without the doctrine." Elias looked down at the Master Methodology. He reached out. With a slow, agonizing deliberation, Elias grasped the heavy parchment pages—all one hundred and thirteen types of emotional repair, the bridge holding, the truth reading, the warmth tracking. Thirty years of peace. He turned them all over. He found the first blank page at the back of the book. "We do not erase what Vassa built," Elias said softly, his silver eyes meeting Isra’s tear-filled gaze. "We preserve it. When the war is won, we will turn back to the front of the book."