Sima Yi Dynasty Warriors Novels & Stories

“If you can win against me, then I would spare Sima pack for your sake.” Immediately he said that, the soldiers behind me started whispering. “Why didn't he pick someone his size? Why pick a weak woman?” “How can a woman fight in our name? It will be a shame to our ancestors.” Indeed, Sima pack was an embodiment of pride itself. They would rather die than give up their inherited stupidity. Ralph's eyes remained glued on me. Looking like an endless pool of ice spikes, ready to freeze my body in place before stabbing into me.

Plumes of smoke billowed over several areas of the Caihong Nobility. One of the worst was in the Second Class Noble territory where in the region there were at least five more government buildings that were burned down by mad soldiers. Those mad warriors were victims of Yang Zi's Xuanshu-Moya power. Xuanshu-Moya Yang Zi's strength had apparently increased quite rapidly after she had trained for months in the heirloom realm of the Silver Dragon Diadem.

It was precisely because of this that many men of the imperial palace survived. Hum "Clang! Clang! Clang!" Energy and weapon evolved. For a time, there were more than a hundred people. Among them, there were some Lv 9 Agility Powerhouses. Seeing that he was protected by more than a hundred people, Prince Yao's heart once again burned with hope. Some of them were the national executives of the Tianyao Dynasty, while others were wandering martial artists. Wandering martial artists were individual cultivators and disciples without any sect or academy. These people were treated as offerings and spent a large amount of money every year to protect the Tianyao Dynasty.

Simon may be a good fighter but he either didn’t bring his best fighters with him or he isn’t training them like his father did. ‘Begin backing out, slowly. I’m going for the doctor,’ I tell my warriors. I don’t want them to retreat, but if the focus turns to Simon’s warriors, that’s better for me. If we’re not in an alliance, then I have no interest in protecting his back. And if he’s after Yara, then he is as much of an enemy to me as Warren is. I maim another warrior, using the gap in fighting while some warriors begin carrying their injured off the battlefield to sneak onto Harold’s pack lands.

She bent down before grabbing the keys from one of the pockets of the warriors lying half-dead on the floor. One of them attempted to get up but Simon was quick to throw him a punch as a growl escaped his lips sending him back to the ground. They unclasped their hands before rubbing their wrist from discomfort but soon enough they were surrounded by warriors who sure wanted them dead or alive. Simon held one of them by the neck, he sent him a punch before throwing him like he weighed nothing. The man ended up hitting the iron gate causing blood to leave his mouth.

The Nangong Clan who holds the military power, The Yun Clan who excels in medicine fields, The Ma clan, Zhou Clan and Wei clan who is good at politics, as well as the others who excels in different fields. And Lastly, the Ying Clan. Who rarely appears in the public as their only goal is to protect and serve every member of the direct lineage of the emperor. And now, hundreds of members of the Ying Clan is guarding in the shadows and all of them are experts, it only proves that something is going on and the Emperor did not even bother to inform them, the other guardian families, or him, the marshal military commander of the army. Nangong Yuan Zhi sigh as he looks towards the corner of the hal

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

Felix didn't speak, he just left without answering Jay's question. Jin noticed it but it doesn't cause him to lose focus. He continues to give his best to win the fight. "Can you still defend yourself?" Sarakuth asked sarcastically. He knew that Jin's group would soon run out of stamina. Soon Jay Aya and Jang khang heard the footsteps of the stern 60,000 warriors of the allied forces, they were able to move freely due to Dylan's loss of power. "Jin, they're here as you ordered." Felix reported. Everyone noticed that thousands of warriors lined up holding hands. Felix grabbed Jin's back and told Jay Aya and Jang to do the same. The three did not hesitate and immediately held hands. they made

"A master, is it? Are you not both masters?" "If Senior considers me a master, then we have to put the label grandmaster to the Patriarch." The Second Lineage of the Ye Clan specialized in the sword, while the First Lineage specialized in the usage of a saber. As such, it could be said that within the Ye Sect, if anyone were to choose their strongest representatives, sword cultivators would choose Ye Mo while saber wielders would choose Ye Wuqing. “This is why I appreciate you a lot, Little Mo.” The First Elder smiled. “Your humility knows no bounds. Everyone knows that in terms of battle strength, you are on par with the Patriarch. In terms of potential, you have far flung everyone back.”

Their enemies' defensive power was terrifically strong. Roar! Jin Wei and Jin Cheng roared and beat their chests, and the people fighting around them were scared and quickly ran away. Long Yi and Long Er drew their bows continuously. Numerous white arrows shot out like rays of light across the sky. Jin Wei and Jin Cheng, who had transformed into their original forms, were able to fight them to a draw. Those strong foreign races certainly had something that they were proud of. For example, the Macro-primates were very proud of their defensive power, which would give the opponents at their level a headache.