The Mightiest Disciple Novels & Stories

Chapter 47: My Master and Her Friends THE NEXT day, Maximilian immediately brought his male disciples to their guild, Phantom Chaos, to make them ready for his training. He didn't bring along Luna because she's obviously more advanced than any of the novices and he has other plans. Every guild member was shocked seeing him bring disciples but they dared not to question his decision since everyone knew that he's the second strongest person in the whole guild after their guild master. But since his disciples weren't official members yet, no one managed to talk to them since he immediately brought them to an isolated room in the guild that was made specially for him.

"Do you want to show that you're much stronger than the other disciples?" "I dare not!" Tida Lion was so scared that he knocked his head on the ground. Star Nelson's words almost scared him to death. Crape Myrtle Sect was strictly guarded. He was the weakest among the eight generations of disciples and was usually under the jurisdiction of the seventh generation. At this time, before the seventh generation of disciples came to see Star Nelson, he, an eighth generation disciple, came first. What did this mean? “Do you want to show that you, an eighth-generation disciple, are stronger than a seventh-generation disciple?

said the Puppet Sect elder, looking at his disciple with a smile. “Greetings, Elder… I’m sorry, Elder, but the super-generation members of the God Clan took action, so I and a few brothers had to leave early! We realized we were no match for them,” said the disciple with a serious expression as he recalled the young members of the ancient God Clan, whose auras were incredibly powerful. If they hadn’t managed to escape earlier, their fate might now be as dire as that of the other, less fortunate disciples. “So that’s how it is… They actually sent their best this time, didn’t they? Then, what about your eldest senior sibling?” the Grand Elder asked the disciples seriously. Since the best gener

Said a disciple who was reporting to his leader. The leader laughed - "It looks like the one he fought against was really strong so he lost his courage. My poor brother." Said the disciple's leader. He is Joeben, South ground leader of bison tribes. The twin of Benjoe. "Master, if we ask for help from tribe's royal elites, we can easily defeat the person who beat up your brother." A disciple suggested.

“Fight! There are a total of ten chosen disciples, and they’re the strongest disciples among all disciples. If you think that you have the strength to challenge the chosen disciples, you only need to challenge one of them. If you manage to defeat them, you become a chosen disciple.” This did not scare Fane. Instead, a burning spark was ignited in his heart.

’ Otherwise, how could it be possible for a peak Sacred Saint to tolerate his disciple so well and not fuss about the disrespect? He was mocked by his disciple in front of everyone and then had to work hard to prove himself. Perhaps he had this son at an old age. His son might have had excellent talent and became a True Saint at a young age, and that was why he tolerated this behavior. Otherwise, no matter how strong the master-disciple relationship was, it was impossible for the master to allow this kind of behavior. Sid decided in his heart that the real relationship between the two people in front of him was father and son.

The disciples were all afraid and didn’t dare to do it. The sect master was furious. “You dare to disobey a direct order? What are you afraid of? Can’t you see that that brat and his kid are fine down there? Go!” With a big wave of his hand, he grabbed a few dozen disciples through the void and threw them down one after another. Splash, splash! Immediately after half a dozen disciples fell into the water, mournful screams rang out. The highly potent poisonous water immediately melted seven or eight disciples. They yelled and struggled a few moments before their voices trailed off, and they sank slowly.

He didn't know that there was a disciple inside the house, he thought that it would be easier for him to get the daughter of God especially when she's living with ordinary humans, that was his thought. Disciples are known to be a soul from God's divinity, they are born from the hearts of the Dragon that's why they are able to fill their souls inside a vessel. He didn't know that the man named Mathias was no longer human, but a vessel. He was sure that the soul inside was from the God himself, it was powerful and his fire was totally red as blood. It doesn't make him fear though, since he has the ability to control every Darkrai. Even the Dragons in Grisaia are one of his soldiers, Gods will

Riswan, in particular, looked at Kezia with pride shining in his eyes, as though he had already seen her become his future wife. "Lian, just call out your strongest disciple. At this rate, it'll take too long if Eriko has to beat them one by one," Hengky said mockingly. Lian's expression turned ugly. Nilam was the strongest disciple he had taught, yet even he had been defeated by Eriko. Who else could possibly fight him? "Calm down. There's no need to rush. I'll definitely make you fly out of here!" Lian snorted coldly. Even with his words, he refused to admit defeat.

Though the disciples had a decent level of attainment, they quickly succumbed to despair and crumbled under the tiger's attack. The rapid demise of their most powerful members shattered their fighting spirit. They turned and attempted to escape, but Severin did not give them a chance to flee. He pursued them swiftly and eliminated them all. "He's… he's so strong! Those disciples had such high attainment, yet he ended their lives so easily," remarked a female level eight saint from Rachel's group.