I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1250: We Specialize in Defeating the Strong

The group was struck speechless by Yi Feng’s enthusiastic inquiry.

Lin Ruowei, assuming she had misheard him, offered a grim clarification.

"Fellow Daoist, we are prisoners of this mining camp, forced into backbreaking toil every single day. Even with our reinforced physical bodies, the labor is nearly unbearable..."

"In the past, a few tried to flee these grounds only to be seized by the patrolling sentinels. Their current status is unknown, but considering the cruelty of this place, they likely perished."

"I am filled with remorse. I never intended for you to be caught up in this mess as well."

Cheng Yuxun spoke up, accepting his share of the blame.

"Fellow Daoist, we ask for your forgiveness."

"No matter the intent, we are the reason you are in this nightmare. The sentinels will arrive shortly to drag you into this sunless pit with us. My lack of foresight has caused this!"

"If you wish to vent your rage on me, I will take it without a word!"

Both of them lowered their heads, unable to face Yi Feng. Their voices trembled with shame as they waited for his outburst. However, to their utter bewilderment, Yi Feng suddenly leaped into the air, flying straight toward the center of the mining operation.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing!?"

"What is he thinking? Has his fury driven him mad?"

The three of them watched in horror, their eyes wide with shock.

In contrast, Yi Feng’s mood was soaring, a rare smile appearing on his face. Floating high above the site, he looked down at the thousands of laboring cultivators with eyes full of excitement. Finally, he had found something worth his effort!

Below him, many workers noticed his figure, and confused whispers began to spread like a wildfire.

"Look, someone is in the sky!"

"He isn't a sentinel—who could it be? He looks familiar..."

"Wait! Isn't that the young hero who blasted Tao Qianhai away!?"

"Heavens! Why has he come here!?"

"But his Cultivation hasn't been suppressed—he wasn't caught! Why is he just standing there?"

"This..."

As the noise escalated, Lin Ruowei and her companions clenched their fists, their spirits sinking. They were certain a catastrophe was imminent, and panic nearly moved them to tears.

Yet, under the gaze of the masses, Yi Feng only became more energized, like a traveler finding water in a wasteland. After hunting sea beasts and trekking through the desert for days, he had finally located some formidable opponents. He prayed they wouldn't let him down!

Taking a deep breath, his voice thundered across the entire region.

"Who is the boss here? Get the hell out here and face me!"

The roar was so powerful it left everyone’s ears ringing. Lin Ruowei and Cheng Yuxun stood frozen, doubting their own senses.

What on earth was happening!?

They had felt terrible for dragging their fellow Daoist into danger, yet here he was, actively seeking a fight!? What kind of insane confidence did he possess?

The scene reminded them of other Daoists who had once challenged the Black Dragon Divine Guards. Those men had died far from their homes, their thousands of years of Cultivation vanishing in an instant. This man was even more reckless than they were!

Inevitably, his end would be gruesome. They were all doomed.

The crowd remained motionless, hearts pounding in their throats. In less than three breaths, several dark silhouettes appeared in the clouds—the dreaded Black Dragon Divine Guards. Their suffocating, oppressive aura filled the air.

At the sight of more than a dozen guards, the cultivators below lowered their heads in fear, their breathing shallow as trauma resurfaced. But Yi Feng’s gaze only intensified. A smirk played on his lips as he began his usual provocations.

"So, you are the so-called Sentinels?"

"I've heard you treat cultivators like slaves for this mine, murdering them whenever you feel like it. Your hands are soaked in blood—you are truly wicked!"

His words caused a tremor of fear to ripple through the ground. Lin Ruowei and the others looked at each other uneasily.

This fellow Daoist was clearly powerful and righteous, but his impulsiveness was his fatal flaw. To challenge the Black Dragon Divine Guards without understanding their power—such arrogance would surely lead to his demise!

Watching the solitary figure standing against the guards, Lin Ruowei felt a wave of guilt. She bit her lip until it was red with pain. Normal cultivators would be paralyzed by terror, and while his words were cathartic to hear, no one else dared to say them.

Unlike the terrified crowd, the Black Dragon Divine Guards remained perfectly calm. They looked at Yi Feng with indifference, not even bothering to check his Cultivation level.

His new face marked him as an intruder, and his "righteous" speech confirmed it—he was just another ignorant brat who had wandered in. Perhaps a lucky survivor, but nothing more. A fool who didn't know his limits had delivered himself right to them!

The guards smirked at one another with obvious contempt.

"The weak are meant to be enslaved—that is the law of nature. Why should it be strange that we kill trash like you?"

Their arrogance was absolute, as if they were gods among men. Yi Feng’s grin widened.

"Perfect. My specialty is beating the strong!"

Winning or losing didn't matter to him—the more powerful the enemy, the better. Dying would be the best outcome! In a flash, he unsheathed his greatsword and charged forward like a bolt of lightning!

"Good!"

"Then let us see who is truly powerful!"

With a booming shout, his image blurred as he tore through the sky.

Cheng Yuxun averted his eyes, already grieving for this brave cultivator who was about to die in a strange land because of a misunderstanding. He bowed his head, sighing with heavy guilt.

"Ah..."

In the next moment—

Sharp cracking sounds rang out, followed by a haunting silence. The struggle had ended as fast as it began, like a knife through soft fruit. The disparity in power was supposed to be like the distance between heaven and earth; the fight should have been over in an instant.

However—

Heavy thuds began to hit the dirt.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The noise made Cheng Yuxun frown. That didn't sound like just one body falling...

When he looked up in confusion, his eyes nearly popped out. Littered across the ground were the broken bodies of the Black Dragon Divine Guards!

The sight made him stop breathing.

"This...!?"

He looked back toward the sky. Yi Feng stood there as relaxed as ever, without a single drop of blood or a speck of dust on his clothes.

The impossibility of the situation made Cheng Yuxun gasp loudly.

"Hiss!"

This was terrifying! The Black Dragon Divine Guards, who had crushed countless experts with ease, had been annihilated in a heartbeat by this man. How was this possible?

Cheng Yuxun and Lin Ruowei stared, their pupils shaking with fear and awe. Other cultivators, drawn by the sound of the falling guards, looked up and saw the mangled remains. The horror of the scene plunged the entire area into a deathly silence.

Shock—

A wave of unprecedented shock washed over the thousands of cultivators gathered from various worlds.

Yet—

In the middle of this heavy tension, a frustrated curse suddenly erupted from above.

"Damn it..."

"What kind of garbage Black Dragon Divine Guards are you? Is this all the strength you have while claiming 'the strong rule'? Can't you provide even one decent opponent?"

"Whoever is in charge—get out here right now!"

The angry roar shook the entire area, leaving the crowd completely stunned. No one could have predicted such boldness—who was this fearless warrior who dared to shout such insults? Just how high was his Cultivation!?

As waves of disbelief spread through the workers, the sky suddenly turned dark. Swirling clouds formed as several shadows stepped out from ripples in the void. At the front, the captain emerged, his crushing aura causing the very heavens to tremble!