Technique God Novels & Stories

"You're... the AI?" Seeing my dumbfounded look, his chest rumbled with a low chuckle. Undisguised indulgence rippled in his dark eyes. He nodded frankly. Then, he held out his right hand. A black onyx pinky ring rested on his long finger. A symbol of absolute power. "Let's officially meet, Aria." His tone was casual, but it carried the crushing weight of an apex predator. "Cassius. Cassius Castellano." Castellano.

It was so secretive that not many Elixir Grandmasters even had the chance to witness the techniques being used. Metal emperor gold technique, wood emperor green technique, fire emperor nine-sun technique, water emperor wave technique, and earth emperor king technique — these five techniques were collectively referred to as the Hands of the Five Emperors. They were all elixir-making techniques that could only be used by Elixir Grandmasters with a certain status. Each technique was invaluable and closely guarded, that was why it could only be passed on by word of mouth. Even knowing one of the techniques could catapult an Elixir Grandmaster above the rest of the others. This was because, once

It's strange how I didn't realize he it. "Because she is." He sighs. "Please eat and then we can talk." I slowly obey him, taking a few seconds interval to look at him and then back at my food. "What kind of god are you, Nathan?" I pick the food in front of me. "You said that you would answer my questions, right, so here I am waiting for some answers." "And you didn't waste a second to jump into asking." I catch a small glimpse of his smirk before he says. "I am a god that manipulates time."

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

Our sect has enough dramas of its own. "Assassin's best tactic can at times be intimidation. You cannot use physical force to harm them in any way. If you so much as leave a scratch on them, you're eliminated," Blue says firmly. I hear Aiden scoff. "That sounds useless." Blue's glare is scolding, taking a turn from blank and impassive, to dark and brooding. "If you can't assert your dominance in a situation with words alone, you might as well walk out and leave this competition right now. This takes skill and precision, not stupid brute force, kid."

Chad noticed that the shape of the Corpse Herb resembled that of a woman. When Winston received the Corpse Herb, he said coldly, "Monkey, it's your turn. Show the mortals what a martial god is!" Monte grinned and then hunched his back. He suddenly began moving like a monkey. He raised his fists to the sky and exclaimed, "Please, Great Warrior of Heaven!" Chad immediately thought of a word after hearing that—medium! It was a unique technique used by martial artists to summon gods. It could temporarily increase one's power to levels higher than an earthbound immortal's.

He looked at some of the techniques he had selected. Nine Waves Buddha Palm, a palm attack technique that allows the user to unleash waves that can destroy mountains. As the name suggests, this technique was a special technique only learned by disciples of the Buddhist Sect. Sword Of Heaven Equal, a sword technique that is said to be able to slash heaven to pieces if learned to its peak. This is one of the highest techniques of sword techniques.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

He grew to a towering eight feet, his bones thickening to handle the impossible density of the core metal he was about to manipulate. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the white-hot Starved Iron crucible with his bare, furred hands. The smell of singing hair filled the foundry, but Cord didn't flinch. Strike! Cord roared into the tether. He didn't use a tool. He channeled the raw, tectonic pulse of the founding ground directly through his body, turning his massive hands into localized earthquake generators. He gripped the crucible and began to violently, rhythmically shake it.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”