I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1286: Completely Fooled
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
The grand hall brimmed with seething rage, as the Great Dao's might boomed like a raging storm!
The elder with brows stretching beyond a foot long charged ahead first, thrusting a furious finger outward.
"You arrogant brat! Just a lowly rogue cultivator, yet you dare act so boldly! Since you've spouted such nonsense without a care for your life, don't fault this old man for acting first. Repent in your next existence!"
With those words, the elder summoned a horrifying surge of Dao force, fused with bizarre, rainbow-hued chaos energies, all gathering at his fingertip and sparkling like a brilliant star!
A savage bellow echoed through the vast chamber!
"Heavenly Desolation Void-Piercing Finger!"
A brilliant ray burst from his finger. The devastating power ripped apart the Dao currents filling the hall, flashing like a piercing white streak that stunned every onlooker.
Before a single voice could rise, a massive explosion rocked the skies and ground!
The Falling Star Hall itself, forged from Great Dao essence, quivered faintly under this brutal attack. The thick Dao aura churned into murky disorder.
Shockwaves surged toward the distant horizon, tearing the clouds asunder.
The silhouette at the hall's doorway vanished into a veil of void, as though reduced to nothingness.
This horrifying display left the whole gathering in terror, pulling quiet gasps from numerous elders.
But just moments after...
All faces suddenly stiffened. The white-browed elder who had attacked froze in place, his eyes bulging, his extended finger hanging forgotten in the air...
Beneath countless shocked stares, that silhouette stood perfectly composed.
Completely untouched!
The chamber plunged into dead silence. Aged gazes nearly burst from their sockets.
How... how could this be?
How was this youth so powerful, emerging unscathed from the Grand Elder's all-out blow?
In the shadows beyond the beaded veil, hidden eyes gleamed with an odd glow. Beholding this oddity, a trace of astonishment stirred within them.
The short hush endured only a handful of breaths.
Gazing at that steadily poised figure, every elder felt the crushing weight intensify.
They traded uneasy looks, dread starting to creep in.
"Fellows, this kid is far from normal. We can't hold back anymore!"
"Strike as one!"
Even Liu Runan, who had been watching coolly from afar, detected the wrongness. Gone was his calm detachment; he gripped his fist tightly and yelled, "Elders, don't take him lightly! Forget pride! Everyone, unleash your strongest moves together!"
At his call, the group of old men advanced as one, drawing upon their Primordial Ancient energies!
In an instant!
A swirling rush of vivid, exotic colors merged, and angry shouts rattled the hall!
"Great Desolation Cloud-Overturning Palm!"
"Heavenly Desolation Void-Piercing Finger!"
"Ethereal Void Sword Strike!"
"Lamentation Fist!"
...
A flood of brilliant, weaving forces rushed at the doorway, instantly making the grand hall quake fiercely!
A colossal blast reverberated through the heavens, causing the suspended island to wobble a bit. It drew stares from mighty sects below, as the ripples spread endlessly for thousands of miles!
The immense sacred chamber drowned in swirling chaotic flows!
Still, the heaving elders and the one-armed Star Envoy fixed tense eyes on the roiling energy waves, refusing to lower their guard even slightly.
As the debris and blasts cleared, every eye bulged in disbelief!
Holy crap...
That individual stood there unchanged, perfectly intact!
This was the full onslaught from all the elders, a cataclysmic power that could flatten the top sects on the floating isle! How did it fail to even ruffle him? Was this some illusion?
They stood stunned.
The Star Envoy and elders alike froze like carved figures.
Gawking blankly at the serene youth, they felt locked in a nightmarish haze they couldn't escape. For ages, silence reigned; no sound broke through.
Observing these dazed fools, Yi Feng had foreseen this and showed no shock.
After countless letdowns, he expected little from average folk. The more they bragged, the more inept they tended to be. From their prior clamor, he had figured the outcome would be futile.
As expected, all show and no power.
On this path, his real goal had never been these underlings.
Brushing off the cluster of dumbfounded seniors, Yi Feng headed for the nine-level jade platform. A spark lit in his gaze as he offered soft words of urging.
"Now it's your move."
"Make it count."
His voice snapped them from their stupor.
They whipped their stares to the beaded drape atop the dais, now laced with fear!
The vague form stirred not. Its hazy features hid behind an air of ultimate dignity, betraying no emotion. It had stayed utterly silent throughout.
Abruptly!
A chilling chill swept the chamber, jolting the elders fully alert!
This dread aura dwarfed their joint effort from before, operating on a wholly superior tier of terror. The already disordered Dao might in the hall froze instantly under its weight!
In a flash, the whole space seemed swallowed by boundless night, leeched of every hue from the Great Dao's essence. Each elder's scalp tingled, their breaths hitching.
This marked the Star Lord's genuine power, the force of someone at the Heavenly Transformation phase in the Primordial Realm!
A wordless presence that could bleach the world's colors!
Feeling the lethal vibe and the pure shadow cloaking the platform, Yi Feng sensed a thrill of eagerness at last, a smile breaking his long neutrality.
At last, something worthwhile.
A Star Lord, no less. No empty noise, just straight action. That's the mark of a real heavyweight. This has potential!
As he inwardly approved, that veil of darkness unfurled like midnight's shroud, devouring and burying all Great Dao power. In its wake, only gloom lingered, as if it cut off every trace of presence from existence!
As the dark fog neared him, Yi Feng's eyes grew ever brighter.
At long last...
He had met a genuine titan. All his struggles were bearing fruit!
He shut his eyes steadily, ready for death's embrace.
One breath.
Two breaths.
...
Time stretched unknown. Yi Feng began to nod off.
Nothing out of the ordinary registered. The delay left him impatient. Shouldn't death bring agony? Why did it feel like a soft wind, downright soothing...
Confused, he blinked his eyes open.
Only then did the scene sharpen. The dark fog had vanished. The once-menacing nine-tiered dais looked plain now. Beyond the seated form, no energy had even brushed him.
A quick scan revealed the elders and the one-armed man all slack-jawed, mouths forming perfect O's in sync.
This sight sparked a grim feeling in Yi Feng. He scowled toward the platform.
"Are you... finished already...?"
The high dais stayed mute. Only labored breaths filled the air. The mood turned tense and odd; none dared speak.
Suddenly!
Yi Feng's anger erupted!
"Damn it!"
"I waited forever, and you just give me a nap-inducing gust? Is this a healing spot or what?!"
Despite the harsh tirade, the stiff figure on the dais gave no reply.
Yi Feng's patience snapped right there.
For heaven's sake...
What sort of junk was this?!
A horde of them, from geezers to youngsters, strutting like divine gifts, squandering his time and effort, yet they couldn't match a basic Martial Spirit from Pingjiang City!
And this passes for a Star Lord? Just smoke and mirrors!
Bah!
Yi Feng's enthusiasm died. He yanked out his massive sword and slashed ahead!
BOOM!!!
One swing rent the void, and the sacred hall crumbled!
The exalted domain built on Great Dao power split in two at once. Wild spatial storms raged, hurling Liu Runan, his boy, and the elders into chaos, flung far and scattered.
In that boundless void, the small form blinked away.
Seeing the total ruin and barrenness, Yi Feng's fury swelled. He ranted and fumed endlessly, unable to settle, feeling deeply swindled. He hadn't thought it would really end in a "life-or-death" farce.
Confronted by such a letdown, Yi Feng had no desire to linger. He stowed his longsword and strode into the horizon.
Under the cloud summits.
The downfall of the timeless sacred shrine felt like a divine apocalypse. Innumerable sects on the holy floating isles beheld it in wonder and dread, their looks brimming with awe and quakes.
Just Lin Ruowei and her uncle, privy to some truth, showed deep wonder, amazed that Senior Yi Feng had pushed all the way to the Star Lord...
At the same time.
In the starry ocean, deep in infinite void.
A middle-aged-looking man parted his starlit eyes, a subtle grin curving his mouth as if spotting something remarkable, stirring a faint wave in his usual apathy.
"Surprising. This fellow endured one percent of my cultivation and snuffed a thread of my essence. For a simple mortal world to birth such a freak... intriguing, to say the least."