I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1269: A Sword

The tavern.

Yi Feng watched Gui depart, a trace of melancholy flickering in his gaze.

Since the dawn of time, farewells have been steeped in bitterness; who can say when their paths might cross again?

Finding a soulmate with such a compatible spirit was a rare fortune. To be separated by great distances after only a few days of companionship brought a lingering pang of sadness to his heart.

However, he reconsidered.

With his friend safely away, he could now devote his full attention to the impending arrival of the experts from the Divine Palace. Perhaps this turn of events was for the best.

That Gui was simply too honorable and loyal for his own good.

He had expressed a desire to assist earlier. Had he actually followed, Yi Feng would never have been able to forgive himself if the man came to any harm.

With that concern settled, he was ready.

Yi Feng promptly called for Manman, intending to establish a long-term presence at the mine while he awaited his enemies' quest for retribution!

"Let’s move!"

Following his spirited shout, Manman shifted into a blur of radiant light.

When the world stopped blurring,

Yi Feng stood there, his hair swept back by the wind, completely stunned.

A vista of total ruin stretched out before him. The mine he knew had vanished, replaced by a vast, desolate wasteland of sand. In just twenty-four hours, the landscape had been rendered unrecognizable!

Thinking Manman had lost the way, Yi Feng was about to demand an explanation.

But as his eyes dropped, he saw a field of corpses. Among them was the familiar old man who managed the mining rights; he was sprawled on the earth, clinging to life and reaching out a trembling hand!

This is bad...

Yi Feng felt his heart plummet. He realized instantly that a catastrophe had occurred!

Leaping from Manman’s back, he raced toward the elderly man.

He cradled the old man, calling out to him repeatedly. The man’s mouth overflowed with blood, and his frame felt as limp as wet clay. Despite his desperate efforts, he could barely form sounds.

"Be... fore..."

Panic rising, Yi Feng frantically pulled out several of his elixir pills and pressed them into the old man’s mouth, offering constant words of comfort.

"Do not speak. Just focus on your breathing and try to recover. You are going to make it!"

He surveyed the surroundings.

Only then did the gravity of the situation hit him; many had already been swallowed by the shifting sands, their life force completely extinguished. It was obvious they had been slaughtered by powerful experts!

He had arrived too late...

Far too late!

Suddenly,

A wave of agonizing regret and guilt erupted from the depths of Yi Feng’s soul. It crashed through his mind like a tidal wave, making his frame shudder while a fierce fire of rage sparked in his eyes!

Yi Feng truly wished to finish his quest for death.

But he had never wanted innocent blood on his hands!

Now,

Witnessing the carnage before him, that uncontrollable remorse spilled over. Even if he managed to die and eventually resurrect these people, the weight of this self-reproach would not easily vanish.

With a heavy heart, Yi Feng inspected the bodies, administering elixir pills to the few who still possessed a flickering spark of life.

His entire aura was now saturated with a fury he had never felt before!

Noticing the old man’s color returning slightly as he clung to his final breath,

Yi Feng returned to his side, asking with deadly earnestness,

"Was this the work of the Fallen Divine Palace?"

The moment the question left his lips,

The frail old man gave a tiny, struggling nod, his efforts to speak proving futile.

In that exact instant,

A booming voice thundered through the sky, sounding even more indignant than Yi Feng!

"So, you are the one they rely on?"

"Is it because of you that my son is in such a state?!"

Yi Feng’s head snapped upward.

He finally spotted several figures hovering high above the clouds.

Beside the disheveled Young Master and a few Elders stood a middle-aged man in a flowing gown and a stooped old man leading the group.

From his sheer presence, it was clear the middle-aged man was the true authority of the Divine Palace.

The slaughter of these cultivators was their doing!

Yi Feng stood up, his eyes cold and fixed on the group above.

"Your son was the one who tormented others first, murdering many. I only forced him to perform some labor. Yet you responded by slaughtering all these people? Is this the so-called righteousness of your Divine Palace?!"

Liu Changfeng looked down with eyes full of venom.

"Paltry ants have no business discussing righteousness!"

"My son was born into nobility, destined to grasp the Dao! You wretched peasants aren't even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him!"

"You dared to humiliate him like this? Today, this venerable one will bury you all alongside him! I shall rip you, you ignorant insect, limb from limb! If I find my son’s Dao heart has been compromised, I will scour every inch of Lan Star and wipe out nine generations of your bloodline!"

His speech was thick with arrogance, treating everyone else as beneath notice.

The apple didn't fall far from the tree.

In this man's eyes, every other living soul was worth less than his own family. To such people, they were never the villains; the world was simply wrong.

The more Yi Feng heard, the hotter his anger burned.

At that moment,

He no longer felt like holding back or waiting to be struck. He had lost faith that these self-proclaimed "mighty figures" actually had the capability to kill him.

Taking a slow, deliberate step forward,

Yi Feng unsheathed the Primordial Greatsword. Its frigid light mirrored the blood-soaked earth, and his voice turned sharp and icy, carrying an irresistible weight of authority!

"When did I ever give you permission to leave?"

As he advanced, he radiated a crushing, indescribable pressure!

For a fleeting second, he looked exactly like a peerless master of the martial arts.

The figures in the sky were momentarily stunned, but their shock quickly turned into mocking grins and then boisterous laughter, as if they were watching a bug throw a tantrum.

"Hahaha..."

"Truly an ant, bold only because of its ignorance!"

"Boy, do you even comprehend the meaning of Primordial Ancient Power?"

"Hmph, His Excellency has already placed one foot into the Primordial Realm. An insect like you couldn't hope to see such heights in a thousand lifetimes!"

Liu Changfeng’s lips twisted into a sneer of pity.

"The world is full of fools, always believing the glow of a grain of rice can compete with the brilliance of the moon."

The mockery continued to rain down.

But Yi Feng stopped moving.

In this instant, his mind achieved a state of absolute clarity. The noise of the world faded away; his vision was locked onto the figure standing arrogantly in the heavens.

With a light push of his feet and a firm grip on his Greatsword, he launched into the sky!

"Whoosh!"

"Crunch!"

Like a bolt of lightning, a single sword strike cleaved the firmament!

No one could track the movement of the blade. By the time they could process what happened, Yi Feng had already soared past the group, standing silently upon the clouds with his sword held steady.

Liu Changfeng, who had been grinning with supreme confidence just a second ago, had been sliced perfectly in half!

The entire party from the Divine Palace froze in mid-air!

Suddenly,

The entire area fell into a deafening silence, as if the world itself was too shocked to breathe!