Star Martial God Novels & Stories

Sighing, Dunley said, "You've probably never heard of this before, but in the martial arts world of Daneast, the four most prominent figures are known as One God and Three Grandmasters. "The god, of course, refers to Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast. As for the three grandmasters, the first is Seward Joslin, the High Priest of Radiant Hall. The second is Greta Cavanaugh, the former leader of the Lunaria Order and Isolde's mentor. "And the third is the man before you right now, the diviner, Calix Amato. If I were at my peak and uninjured, I wouldn't need to fear him, but now…"

All the eyes that had been celebrating the victory of their younger generation turned to utter astonishment. "Ball of darkness, destroy the light!" "God-killing demon dragon fist!" "The fist of the immortal, the mountain destroyer!” Long Chen and Dark God appeared before the god of wind and the god of the spear. Swish… “Yo! Take this!” Tang Shu also joined the attack on the God of War, who was completely caught off guard because they hadn’t expected Long Chen to actually dare to attack directly.

"You know who I am, Bastian. You have suffered for the sins of my bloodline. All of you have. Sarn suffers still. He will never shift to dragon again. He..." Bastian interrupts me. "Sarn is at peace and happy. He told me that in his heart he will forever be dragon and no Goddess can take that away from him." Bastian's words only frustrate me further. "I'm not destined for a mate, Bastian. My uncle caused the curse and I shall pay for his sins until one-hundred thousand years has passed. Wishing it different changes nothing." "You are fucking wrong," Bastian thunders and shoots flames from his great mouth.

Dick was extremely shocked as well. He said, “Sergeant Larson is going to turn into a god, isn’t he? An invincibilis fighter before the age of 30 years old is quite… I can’t even find the right word to describe him…” The breakthrough in one’s training to become an invincibilis fighter was considered divinization in the martial arts world. It made the person a walking god in the world. On the other hand, Zayn was about to be a god who could rule over the world now too!

The knowledge causing a remark to form on the edge of her sharp tongue, Chiri’s mouth creased into a wry smile as she answered, “Yes, because I find the pleasure of your company all the more riveting.” Her sarcasm met with the jagged edge of a blade; it was drawn up to her neck by the second person who had entered into their conversation. Peering over at the man, his torso exposed by the forgotten buttons of his shirt, Chiri could see the various tattoos that were etched across his body. Making up sigils and patterns, she could tell at a glance that they were what enabled him to use spatial magic so rapidly during their previous battle. The man being the very same from the trap Ryker had set