Peerless Martial God Novels & Stories

Like a tempestuous wind. Keeping both hands on his chest and closing his eyes, Arazel begged for his power to hit the target easily. But suddenly, as he was about to attack Brizella, the purple light disappeared. Arazel tried again, but to no avail. It seemed that the gods knew who Arazel was targeting. "They won't let me attack the goddess!" The girl muttered. Meanwhile, Brizella was still clutching her chest. She couldn't believe that Arazel could attack her like that.

Mahisar’s words were laced with venom, his eyes bearing down on her, forcing her to feel small beneath his gaze. He paced just outside the bars like a predator toying with its prey. “Goddess Durga,” he said, his voice dripping with both reverence and malice, “I have had centuries to study you… to understand your powers, your weaknesses, your rebirths. Every text, every myth, every whisper of your return has led me here.” He spread his arms, as if unveiling a masterpiece. “This entire place is laced with my spells. Even your light—your divine fire—cannot reach beyond these walls. Here, you are helpless. Here, you are mine.”

Their jagged limbs glistened with what looked like blackened steel, and their roars shook the earth. "These are the Jagganighs," a voice narrated, distant yet clear. "Ruthless celestial entities who sought to destroy the earth. Even the Great Gods could not face them alone." The scene shifted, and I saw humans—ordinary men and women—standing before the gods. Fear and uncertainty marked their faces as the gods spoke to them. "They asked for a catalyst," the voice continued, "a human pure of heart and mind, who could channel their energy to the mortal realm. But no one came forth with joy."

The Sword God looked at Hai Mingyue, who still appeared calm even after launching an attack, and found himself somewhat baffled. This figure, resembling a water goddess and known as the Goddess of Nature, was truly incredibly powerful—he couldn’t recall the last time he had sensed such power from Hai Mingyue. Taking a deep breath, the Sword God immediately took his leave from Hai Mingyue, brought his wife inside, and turned to leave the Ashura Realm without the slightest resistance. But before he left, a voice from the carriage clearly warned Hai Mingyue to be careful.

If we can capture her, then it's not impossible for the Driscolls to produce an unprecedented martial god! Walter's eyes showed shock and terror. A martial god was the absolute pinnacle of martial arts, a legendary level of power. With his current martial strength, Walter could already walk sideways through Gabo Creek province without fear. But in front of a martial god, he was no mightier than a blade of grass before a hurricane—no, scarcely even the dew upon it. ... The next day dawned bright and clear with beautiful weather. The moment Andrew woke up, he felt something was off.

“Haha… This is how talents are. Comparisons are odious!” said Alejandro to Kenneth smilingly. “Nonetheless, I’m already satisfied that we manage to break through to the ultimate god-level. Many martial artists died before they could even break through into the true god-level during their lifetime, let alone the ultimate god-level!”

Even the ancient gods merely watched from afar, gazing sharply at the figure radiating such murderous intent. It wasn’t because they felt threatened, but rather because they could clearly see the impending death of the God of War. Every time their attacks collided, the powerful shockwaves instantly swept away countless lives in the area with ease. They dared not approach and chose to flee the area, fully aware that if they were caught in the crossfire of their attacks, their fate would be far more tragic than death itself. Jiang Ming’er, who was under Xiao Chen’s protection, looked utterly shocked and was speechless at the sight of Xiao Chen. She had no idea that Xiao Chen, who was merely at