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.

was pushed down by Esan, the only true child of god, and had come shot of his glories, he had became homeless for that reason he wanted a revenge, he had began hatred against the human for he knew if there is any creation loved by Eledumare, it is the human, he made them after taken chancels from everything else he had made in heaven, the only time he took advice from his creations, only the Laalu was not involved for he had became rebellion and had rising against his creator, he thought he could have defeated the mysterious being if he had thought about the war more can than he did, and since he can no more get back k at Eledumare, he would be destroying human races, and only we gods shall

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

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

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

The freezing, biting wind of the high peaks rushed in, carrying the faint, metallic scent of snow and ancient magic. Standing on the platform, waiting for the train, was Elias. The forty-two-year-old sovereign wore no armor. He wore the simple gray wool of his office, the silver band blazing around his forehead. He looked at the locomotive, his golden eyes finding mine through the open door. "Welcome home, Grandmaster," Elias transmitted, his psychic voice carrying the heavy, unyielding weight of the mountain itself. "Let us finish the Forge."

“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.