The Martial God Who Regressed Wiki Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to stop. It's like I'm a machine now. Programmed to fight. To strategize. To destroy threats before they destroy me." "Then we figure out how to turn off the machine together. After this is over. After Emma is safe. After Shaw is dealt with. We remember how to be people again instead of soldiers." "What if I can't remember? What if I'm broken permanently?" Marcus reached across the table and took my hand. "Then I'll help you put the pieces back together. As many times as it takes." Back at the inn, we lay in bed listening to the ocean. No pressure. No expectations. Just proximity and comfort.

My hand was fused to Sylvaen's chest, my Null blood pouring into her like water into parched earth. The entity writhed. I felt it beneath her skin—a cold, ancient thing that had worn her body like a costume for three thousand years. It didn't want to leave. It had grown comfortable in its host. It had feasted on her good intentions until there was nothing left but hunger, and now that hunger was being starved. You cannot do this, it hissed. Its voice was inside my skull, layered and vast. I am Regret. I am eternal. I was old when your ancestors were crawling from the sea.

Tyr continued, “The return of Regal Palace bears an extraordinary significance. We are an ordinary mortal organization that transformed into a Transcendent organization in the ancient martial arts world. My goal is pretty straightforward. I want to lead my brothers to stand firmly in the ancient martial arts world and forge our own legacy.” He paused briefly to find his words. “Instead of describing Regal Palace as returning, perhaps it’s more appropriate to say that we are being forced to return by the collaboration between the Second World and the officials. Even if we return to the Celestial Empire, I also need consent from Dragun Squad and the major Creeds of the ancient martial arts wor

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.

However, all of them were relatively weak, with the strongest among them having reached only the Macrocosm Ancestral God Rank. Within a family in a relatively weak empire, a young man lay bare-chested on a chair as several individuals whipped his back. His back bore gruesome wounds, but he clenched his teeth and endured the pain without uttering a word. James observed this scene from the shadows. The living being that could not be extrapolated by the Extrapolation Path was the disciple of this small family. The young man had a low cultivation realm that was barely higher than the one James had during his time on Earth before the resurgence of Spiritual Energy in the Martial Path. At most, hi

He was a little afraid of the rusted sword since he couldn't see through it. The dead Miluo Spider Emperor was right. If people below the Martial God and Demon God realms wanted to activate magic weapons to revive the magical power contained within—but they weren't supreme masters of their own bloodline—the God's blood should be running through their bodies. It was difficult to discover Ding Hao's origin. "Could he be the reincarnation of a god? "Or was there a god sleeping in his body?"

Cloud was in agony; he looked like he was in extreme pain. The kind of aggressive twitching he had, showed that his martial level was dropping quickly from the peak stage to the late stage of the true god realm, and then to the middle stage of the true god realm… “My goodness, his power has already dropped to the middle stage of the true god realm, yet it’s still dropping?”

The whole sky full of Tribulation Lights, also all disappeared, but Tadhg Walter's feet, the earth appeared a terrifying crevice, the mountain range collapsed, the Great Sea was all evaporated. Turned into a piece of dead land. Can see how terrifying the power is. But Tadhg Walter was below this level of the divine tribulation, his hair was not damaged, borrowed the strength of the divine tribulation, and grew by himself, he became more and more powerful. Obviously, reaching the pinnacle of Martial God, such a realm, is enough for the current fairy domain to raging in one direction, especially him, with unparalleled combat power. Real combat power, how can the realm be considered?

It was like they had never existed at all. A light breeze passed by, and a sharp pain flickered in my palm. I knew then that my new life had just begun.

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.