Rise Of Evil Sword God Novels & Stories

[Ravana's Blade of Desire] [Sealed] [One of the Six Divinity Blades] [Congratulation to the host on acquiring Ravana, The Sword of Desire] [An indestructible sword that bestows upon its wielder the wisdom to cut away from worldly pleasures. Sword of the Mighty God Ra, which he used to vanquish evil] [Sword Aura has been obtained] “…” I couldn't say anything. I've read a lot of novels, the majority of which were cultivation novels in which the main character trained for thousands and thousands of years to gain sword aura.

My heart began pounding. “What do you know about me?” The voice laughed again. “Everything.” A figure slowly emerged from the darkness. A tall man dressed in black robes. His face remained hidden. But something about his aura felt strangely familiar. “You’re one of them.” “The Evil God Organization?” He chuckled. “No.” I froze at his response. “No?” He lifted his head slightly. “We existed before Baalzelbul.” My eyes widened. “What?” “The Evil God merely inherited what your ancestors failed to destroy.”

Sienna did not even blink, and she said expressionlessly, “Come. I’ll be standing here. You can beat me; it’d be better if you beat me to death.” Sienna’s father was the legendary God of War, who was a hero that once stood at the top of the world to defend his family and nation! It was not this eccentric scumbag who was blinded and could not even distinguish between right and wrong! He was not worthy! Sienna had riled Keegan, and his whip was about to fall. At this moment, a clear and low voice suddenly came from the door. This voice was attractive and pleasant, but it was also oppressive and sinister at the same time—

One of the men cried and everyone hurried in his direction. Athena had seen a feminine figure run behind them from a far and her suspicions had been cleared. She wanted to attack when the culprit least expected. So she unsheathed her swords, Alex who had already shifted to a wolf growled internally and Athena smirked. He would be shocked. The arrow came flying past them and this time, Athens caught it with the edge of her sword with a metallic clang that created a brief spark. The sword hit a boulder beside them before clattering onto the leafy forest grounds.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

Her sexy manga lashes had matted together. Her eyes were laced with anger as she looked at the evil god standing before her. “I'll really kill you next time fleshling, don't interfere. The human life has no meaning. When they live all they want, it's best they die when they should.” “Will you try to kill him again?.” “Of course little miss hero, no one escapes from me.” She breaks down in tears. It all made sense, he was an evil creature, that was why most people's fates were so cruel.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each hand. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it was time to stop hiding my power. It doesn't even matter if I kept reserving it; those assholes already know about me. Letting out a great guttural cry, "Soul sword," I yell. Before I could even take a step, my bow and arrow disappeared, then appeared again with the rune sword. Gathering all the strength in my leverage, I raised my sword high above my head, and I could feel the end of the sword nearly touching my back. "The Smith God of War," I said again, lowering the sword.

“Of course! She wanted to raise the swords!” “A sword is the king of soldiers. How much blade aura would be condensed if so many divine swords were gathered and buried inside the sword grave? It’d be simply unimaginable. And, the blade aura could help her raise a peerlessly divine sword!” Alex asked, “What kind of sword is that?” Lena said, “I heard my mother mention it before. Rumor has it that Saria Zomer’s plan to raise the sword was actually a success! The sword that she raised belonged to her brother-in-law. It’s called... the Godslayer!”

By harnessing the earth’s natural energy within Purecastle, one could create eighty-one powerful spiritual swords. “Surrender? In your dreams!” Darnall roared in fury. There was no point in further conversation. Adrian and the lava beast stepped forward, aligned their feet, and formed seals with their hands. In an instant, streams of light burst forth, changing the color of the sky. The intense sword essence surged upward, piercing the through cloud and erasing the overwhelming blood-red light that had filled the air. “Under this Heaven Sword, all evil and heretics have only one path—death!” Adrian thundered as the eighty-one sharp blades slashed through the sky, their metallic clang resonat