Sima Yi Dynasty Warriors Novels & Stories

“Damn it, how could this happen? Who are they?” asked General Ning, unable to believe that he had truly been caught off guard this time. Who would have thought that the enemy would strike while he was busy selecting young talent for the Chu Kingdom? Moreover, the enemy attacking them was clearly limited to the Yuan Qi realm—so how could they move that fast at this moment? They even kidnapped the princess with such ease. We Yan furrowed his brow; this time, he had truly made a mistake by being too complacent.

Perhaps in the Yan Huang Tribe, there were close to a dozen peak Martial Sages, five half-step Martial Emperors, and four Martial Emperors. It was not enough for him to kill alone. “You... you better not regret this!” Li Ji gnashed his teeth and said word by word. “Bring out all your trump cards! I want to see what you’ve prepared for me!” The corners of Master Yi's mouth curled into a mocking smile. There was no worry at all. It was as though the Yan Huang Tribe were nothing in his eyes. He could easily crush it. "I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so arrogant!"

“She alright?” “She’s more than alright,” he said. “She’s leading drills.” I blinked. “Drills?” “With your warriors. My warriors. The ones who used to side-eye her like she was contagious.” My brow rose. “She’s training them?” “Blind-fighting,” he confirmed. “She’s running circles around them, Damon. Literally. She had five of them try to flank her—they didn’t land a single hit.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “I assume Theo was one of them?”

She hadn’t noticed the similarity at first, but now, she was beginning to realise her resemblance to Yan. And then, Minami. Why had she looked so much like Minami? Who was Minami to her? The guards began blowing on a trumpet, and Yan returned to the stage, having identified the bull-demons and confirmed that The various commanders under Yan’s order took their seats among the crowd. He had four commanders, all of whom had a very simple name associated: South, East, West and North (according to the four directions in Chinese culture). West had been the very person who was responsible for apprehending the rebel duo.

Each of them held a silver sword and rushed like a phantom. Wang Simin hurriedly drew out her two swords and quickly fought with a dozen men in black. Although she was a woman, she had been unwilling to admit that women were inferior to men since she was a child. She had been cultivating hard. Facing more than a dozen men in black, although she kept retreating, at least she was able to withstand them. "Simin, come to Uncle Ye's place. That good-for-nothing Qin is simply a traitor. Blade and sword have no eyes. Uncle Ye doesn't want to hurt you!" Ye Gu Cheng coldly shouted.

The warriors were stood in formation wearing their armour and weapons at the ready. The rogues were nearing us, walking as if they owned the very air they breathed with so much arrogance. I ran to the front of the line and stood by Dakota. On her right was Sam and on his was Layton. He stood so tall, so confident! On his right were a line of Alpha’s including Kye and seven hundred warriors behind us.

Prince Simon’s point of view With Liam’s mockery fresh in our minds, the Athens pack rallied with a renewed sense of purpose. Every member understood the gravity of the impending war and the need for thorough preparation. Warriors sharpened their blades, honing their skills with relentless determination. Training sessions were intensified, with an unwavering focus on combat strategies and tactical maneuvers. Each wolf, from the most seasoned fighter to the youngest pup, honed their abilities, strengthening their bodies and minds for the battles to come.

In the blink of an eye, nearly all the strong people of the Human Clan within a distance of four to five hundred meters retreated. Looking around, there were countless collapsed tall buildings and stone towers. Broken stones were piled up and blood flowed like a river. Some warriors still insisted on staying and they were covered in blood. Their swords were broken and their wounds were shocking. They were disciples of the Tianning Dynasty and martial artists who had been persuaded by the Three Emperors of Ning Province. Although they were all injured, their eyes and expressions were full of fanaticism and worship when they looked at Ding Hao! It was that green-robed young man with six magica