I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1270: Fight to the Death

A single blade!

With nothing more than a solitary sword strike, Elder Liu Changfeng of the Divine Palace was slain instantly!

The scene was hauntingly terrifying...

The abrupt conclusion shattered everyone's expectations. Suspended in the air, the Divine Palace disciples were paralyzed, their minds unable to process the reality before them.

Elder Liu was a powerhouse at the Half-Step Desolation Realm!

That level of power was a chasm that no amount of Heaven-rank cultivators could ever hope to bridge, regardless of their numbers.

This was supposed to be a one-sided slaughter where the Elder decided life and death in a heartbeat. Not a soul could have predicted such a total reversal of fortune!

The confrontation had indeed been brief, yet it was Elder Liu who had been cut down in the blink of an eye!

The gap in strength was even more staggering than they had first assumed.

This man was clearly no Heaven-rank cultivator; he was an entity at the Half-Step Desolation Realm or perhaps even higher. Not only was his cultivation level frightening, but his ability to mask his true power until this moment revealed a terrifyingly deep level of calculation!

He had played the pig to eat the tiger with absolute ruthlessness!

This time, they had truly struck an iron plate...

It was inconceivable that such a monumental figure was residing in the outer territories of the Divine Land!

This...

What were they supposed to do now?!

The members of the Divine Palace were no fools. Despite facing a situation beyond logic, they grasped the gravity of their predicament immediately. They traded silent looks, too afraid to speak, their inner worlds churning with profound shock and dread!

A sudden wave of helplessness washed over them, making them feel like insignificant ants while a freezing wind seemed to crawl down their spines.

Down in the massive crater on the ground, the few surviving cultivators were also staring with wide, disbelieving eyes.

The Elder of the Divine Dao Sect, having consumed a medicinal pill, was barely holding onto life. His injuries had only just begun to stabilize when he witnessed this horrifying spectacle, causing his eyes to nearly pop out of his skull!

A tremor surged through his frame as he fought to stand up!

This wasn't the result of some miraculous healing.

It was simply because the sight was too overwhelming, completely shattering thousands of years of his accumulated knowledge and perspective.

A prestigious Divine Palace Elder had been ended by one sword strike!

Good heavens...

That was a legendary master, a cultivator who had attained the rare Half-Step Desolation Realm! Such a god-like being was nothing more than a clay chicken or a pottery dog in the face of Senior Yi!

As he watched the lifeless body plummet through the air, his mind went utterly numb.

His throat tightened for a long time before he could finally force out a single exclamation.

"Senior Yi is far too fierce!"

Such nightmarish swordsmanship and cultivation had completely demolished his understanding of the world!

He couldn't begin to fathom what height this senior had reached to crush a Divine Palace Elder so effortlessly. If word of this cataclysmic battle reached the public, the entire Divine Land would shake to its core!

It was no wonder...

When the senior first heard the Divine Palace mentioned, he hadn't shown a shred of intimidation and even had the audacity to imprison the Elder's son!

As it turned out, Senior Yi was truly that profound and limitless!

A look of intense veneration filled his eyes. The Divine Dao Sect Elder shook with fervor, glancing up at the dazed Divine Palace members in the sky with a sense of profound satisfaction!

Looking at the figure standing there with calm poise and sword in hand, his heart overflowed with reverence!

To see the majesty of such a high-level master in his lifetime, righteously striking down those arrogant tyrants, made it impossible not to cheer. It made his ten millennia of existence feel meaningful. Crossing paths with this senior was a blessing from the heavens!

Following his outburst, many of the broken and bloodied cultivators also watched in stunned silence.

Inspired by this triumphant turn of events, they began to clench their fists and gaze upward, their faces glowing with a sense of catharsis. Seeing the Divine Palace invaders being annihilated made their blood surge with adrenaline!

Conversely, the atmosphere for the Divine Palace disciples in the sky had turned into a nightmare!

Without their Elder, they were effectively nothing.

Confronted by this impossible crisis, a terror they hadn't known for centuries seeped into their souls. Even the air today felt unnaturally biting.

And yet, they stayed rooted to the spot, lacking even the resolve to run away!

They stood as rigid as mannequins, their heads ringing!

Liu Haotian was the most devastated of all. His face was a mask of shock, as though he still hadn't processed that his invincible father had been slain by a single blow.

"Thud!"

It was only when the corpse slammed into the earth, disappearing into the golden sands like the others, that he snapped back to reality. His eyes immediately filled with a mixture of sorrow, rage, and sheer panic!

Every ounce of prestige and luxury he possessed was tied to his father's name and rank. With his father gone, his foundation had vanished.

His world had collapsed.

The sky had truly fallen!

However, despite the storm of emotions inside him, he didn't have the guts to seek vengeance. He hadn't even been able to track that sword strike with his eyes. If his father couldn't withstand a single hit, what hope did he have?

As a crushing sense of inadequacy took hold, his face twisted into pure terror.

The once-arrogant Young Master was now shivering in mid-air. His ragged appearance finally matched his state of mind; his sense of superiority had evaporated, leaving behind only bloodshot eyes and trembling pupils.

The other old men also abandoned their sense of duty.

Trading panicked glances, their pale faces reflected the horror of the coming catastrophe.

While they were exchanging these desperate looks, a freezing voice drifted from behind them.

"Not one of you is leaving today."

As the sentence finished, the old men looked as if they were mourning their own parents!

They spun around one by one, begging for their lives and casting aside all dignity. In the face of certain death, what did pride matter?

Regrettably, Yi Feng's bloodlust had been ignited, and he had no intention of showing mercy.

Following several sharp snapping sounds, more bodies tumbled from the sky.

Liu Haotian seemed to lose his very soul. Before Yi Feng could even reach him, he was so consumed by fear that he dropped to the ground, twitching and babbling like a madman.

"This is a dream... this has to be a nightmare..."

The only surviving steward showed a flicker of defiance, managing to glare with a toxic expression while clenching his fists!

"Sir!"

"Your power is indeed great, but by murdering Elder Liu and his heir, you have signed your death warrant! Elder Liu's father is an Inner Sect Elder of the Divine Palace, a genuine Desolation Realm master!"

"From this moment on, you will be hunted without end!"

"If you let me go, I might be able to keep this quiet..."

Though his words were a threat, his tone had become significantly more submissive.

As for his claims, they were nothing more than lies spun to save his own skin. A threat of pursuit was never going to make Yi Feng waver.

Yi Feng didn't care to hear any more. With a flick of his wrist,

"Crack!"

The sky was finally cleared of enemies; every last member of the Divine Palace had been dealt with.

Descending slowly, he looked over the ruins and the blood-soaked earth. The weight in Yi Feng's heart didn't lift, and the experience points he had gained felt hollow.

On the other hand, the Divine Dao Sect Elder and the few remaining survivors hobbled toward him, their faces alight with emotion!

Despite their agony, every one of them looked at him with profound honor and excitement!

"We thank you, Senior, for your righteous intervention!"

The Divine Dao Sect Elder was so overcome that he fell to his knees and prostrated himself!

"This old man will never forget the debt of this life-saving mercy!"

"From this day forth, I am willing to follow you through any danger, Senior, even if it means sacrificing my life ten thousand times over!"

As he finished, many others joined in the gesture.

The relief of escaping death, the joy of seeing justice served, and a strange fire of passion all blended into their loud salutations, which echoed across the lonely desert.

Faced with this display of devotion, Yi Feng simply turned away.

"Go."

"Every one of you must leave this place immediately. Not a single person should stay!"

Observing his suddenly distant back—so different from the friendly senior they thought they knew—everyone looked at each other in confusion but didn't dare to argue.

Even without words, they understood instinctively.

The Divine Palace would undoubtedly send reinforcements. The senior didn't want anyone else to be caught in the crossfire.

The Divine Dao Sect Elder watched him for a long moment before offering a final, respectful bow.

"Senior, please take care. We cannot hope to repay such a massive favor, but we shall hold it in our hearts forever!"

The survivors gritted their teeth and stood up.

Perhaps because the battle had been so inspiring, many seemed to have regained a spark of their cultivation. With great effort, they supported one another, collected the remains of their brothers, and bowed once more from afar before finally departing from the battlefield.

Once the area was entirely deserted, Yi Feng turned his eyes toward the horizon, watching the fading silhouettes of the cultivators as he whispered to himself.

"Everyone... stay safe."

Only when they had disappeared beyond the clouds did Yi Feng look away. He placed the final hostage, Liu Haotian, into his storage ring and gathered the bodies of the Divine Palace men.

If the Divine Palace wanted a war, he would give them a fight to the finish. Now that he was alone and unburdened, he would wait here for a final reckoning. If they didn't come to him, he would take the prisoner and the corpses straight to their front gates!

This wretched Sect that preyed on the weak—he was going to see this through to the bitter end!