Peerless Martial God Novels & Stories

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

Unlike poison hidden in a tooth, it required no physical movement to trigger. Yet, to his horror, even this failed. The technique would not activate, as though Felix's sheer presence had locked away even his ability to die. "Go join them in paying for your sins," Felix said coldly. With a flick of his hand, two more silver needles flew out. A new round of horrific screams filled the courtyard as Louis and the old man joined the others in their agony. Felix had already assessed their strength. The old man was indeed a Martial God, and Louis was at the level of a Martial King.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

ana looked relaxed, he love these people they looked more as friend than rebels, no wonder they increases, they had not behave like anyone was superior, even the Almighty Agbara looked normal here, deferent to his usual royal look, with many guards always around him, no wonder they wanted the ruling of men and rejected gods and goddesses, if they continue like this, definitely, the world will become a place where war will not be necessary, he started having a thought that what they wanted was the right thing to fight for. It been four days he arrived and there had not been any training except hunting together for games, and also fishing, they all lived though as if they had created a new wo

Everyone in the distance was dumbfounded, this was the Northern Mad Emperor of a thousand years ago, if he hadn't been sealed for a thousand years, he would have already stepped into the realm of the Martial God by now, and a mere Earth Immortal wouldn't be in the conversation! On the other side, Xiao Ning similarly mobilized his entire body's true essence, and shouted in a rapid voice: "God Destroyer - Ten Extreme Chopping!" Ten halberd awnings were sent out one after another, instantly causing the earth and sky to shake and the mountains to crumble, even more ferociously than the He Clan's "Bastardly Ten Extinction Chop"! The crowd was shocked again, they didn't expect that he didn't look

He took off his helm and tidied his long ruffled hair with his hands, then proceeded to wipe the bloodstain off his sword. “I am your mentor first, before any standing,” Marcus said sternly. “Never could joke with a stone-hearted man,” Norman remarked. He snickered when Marcus humphed in response, it was always funny to joke about his mentor’s austerity- growing up doing so, remembering that he had even gotten smacked in the bottom when he was thirteen for it. Yet no matter what, the essence of respect will never vanish, for Marcus—a man worthy to be a man that all knights should strive to be— was the one who instilled all knight’s values to him. Even the man’s feats alone during the demon-s

Despite using only a fraction of his vital energy, the force behind his seemingly casual strike remained formidable. As a half-step Martial God, his strength had allowed him to effortlessly dominate the entire Ancient Martial Realm and crush advanced-level Martial Sage experts with ease. The distinction between a Martial Sage and a Martial God, despite being just a single word, signified a substantial disparity in strength. Even if ten advanced Martial Sage experts were to join forces against him, they would be utterly powerless. With his full power unleashed, he could effortlessly annihilate them all. The energy that had just struck him seemed no more than that of an intermediate-level Mart

“Even the egg is afraid of you, kid. Hahaha!” While they waited, Grandfather Lou returned with the five motionless corpses. Upon careful inspection, they realized that these were not corpses but dolls created using Heaven-grade materials, with cores filled with the power of a high-level god realm. However, the dolls' only skill was archery, and they were lacking in martial arts. Even so, despite only being arrows, their power could kill a high-level god.

A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline. And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment. A contract. Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both. He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed. His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.

Real combat power, how can the realm be considered? The body has a chaotic body and an immortal body, both types, both of which are gods in the universe with unparalleled physical characteristics. Normally at the pinnacle of Martial God, Tadhg Walter can crush to death with one punch, with his current combat strength, it is considered to be facing the Immortal King level powerhouse. Not panic at all. "Ghost Scene Forest!" Tadhg Walter's eyes were cold, looking ahead into the distance, his hatred filled the sky, his killing intent was like the sea.