I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 491

Looking from a distance, Yin Jian could be seen lying in the final crater, his torso ripped in half by the impact of that single punch; he had died instantly.

In that moment.

The air seemed to freeze.

A heavy silence descended upon the entire scene.

Yin Jian.

A genius of the previous generation and the most powerful sword cultivator in terms of pure offensive might.

Had he truly been torn asunder by a single strike from that dead-eyed, bald monk? To think he was killed in the blink of an eye.

The spectators gasped in unison, their minds struggling to process the reality of what they had just witnessed.

Yet, when they looked at the perpetrator...

He remained seated upon the toilet, still in the middle of his business.

Though the comic book had been set aside, his fists were clenched white, and thick veins throbbed against his forehead.

It appeared his struggle with constipation was truly severe!!!

With Yin Jian’s instantaneous death, the remaining members of the Tianling Sect finally succumbed to terror.

Under Yin Tianxiong’s leadership, their morale had completely evaporated.

Over a dozen cultivators had failed to suppress Su Yunyun, and now a freakishly powerful bald man had joined the fray.

Regardless of his eccentricities, his strength was undeniable!

Meanwhile, Liu Ruyan, who had retreated to the edge of the battlefield due to her heavy injuries, watched with wide eyes, her heart filled with shock at the unfolding chaos.

Xiao Zhan.

Just what had he gone through?

How had he ascended to the level of a Golden Immortal so suddenly?

And then there were his terrifying senior brothers and sisters...

One had detonated himself to wipe out the entire Law Enforcement Hall, another was holding her own against the Master and various Elders of the Tianling Sect without losing ground, and now another had killed her uncle with a single punch...

Where did these people come from?

She bit her crimson lip forcefully.

Just as everyone believed the Tianling Sect was about to be annihilated by Xiao Zhan and his seniors—and even as Yin Tianxiong and Liu Ruyan lost all hope—a resonant, deep voice echoed from the inner sanctum of the Tianling Sect.

"This old man has slumbered for millennia, yet I never imagined I would wake to find my Tianling Sect under siege."

"Do you truly believe I have passed away and can no longer stand?"

As the words faded, a colossal aura erupted forth.

The pressure was so immense it felt as though an ancient, sleeping beast had suddenly bared its fangs. Everyone present felt a suffocating weight as the aura awakened.

Sudden realizations sparked cries from the crowd.

"It is the Tianling Patriarch!"

"What? The Tianling Patriarch?"

"Good heavens, is the Tianling Patriarch still among the living?"

Amidst the panicked shouting.

Finally.

Shrouded in a formidable aura, an old man dressed in simple attire appeared.

His presence dominated the entire battlefield.

"It really is him. Who would have thought the Tianling Patriarch survived? The hidden Foundation of the Tianling Sect is truly formidable!"

"Judging by his power, he must already be at the First Stage Profound Immortal realm!"

"A First Stage Profound Immortal... what a privilege to behold such a legend."

In that instant.

The onlookers were filled with a sense of awe.

Though only a few words separated a Profound Immortal from a First Stage Profound Immortal, the gap in power was like the distance between earth and sky.

There was a well-known proverb regarding this.

Nine Stage Profound Immortal.

Each stage is a different heaven; nine stages reach beyond the firmament.

This meant that a massive chasm existed between each of the nine levels. Reaching the stage beyond the ninth was like entering an entirely different universe.

While the saying emphasized the gaps between the stages themselves, it highlighted the even more staggering difference between a common Profound Immortal and one who had reached the First Stage.

"Patriarch!"

"The Patriarch has not perished!"

"Our Tianling Sect shall rise once more!"

The arrival of the Tianling Patriarch breathed new life into the hopes of Yin Tianxiong, Liu Ruyan, and the others. They collapsed to their knees, eyes brimming with tears of relief.

"I have been in seclusion for ten thousand years, and the Tianling Sect has fallen to this state? To be tormented by mere juniors... you are all pathetic!" the Tianling Patriarch stated grimly, surveying the ruined sect.

"Patriarch, it is not that your grandson failed to fight, but these individuals are simply too bizarre and sinister!"

Yin Tianxiong remained kneeling, pouring out his grievances.

It was understandable.

The original intent was to perform for Liu Ruyan to further the sect's influence.

But Xiao Zhan’s transformation was unexpected, and the senior disciples accompanying him were each more monstrous than the last. Their Cultivation and power defied all logic.

The entire scheme had ended in disaster. Not only was the Tianling Sect nearly destroyed, but he had almost lost his life.

"Hmph!"

"I shall deal with these young brats before I discipline the rest of you."

The Tianling Patriarch let out a cold snort.

His piercing gaze settled on Su Yunyun, Li Jin, and the others, radiating pure murderous intent.

"Little beasts, since your masters failed to teach you manners, I, Ning Tianling, shall do it for them and claim your lives."

The Patriarch’s voice boomed like rolling thunder, vibrating through the area. With a simple motion of his hand, an overwhelming force was prepared to descend.

But before his strike could land, a sudden, mocking voice cut through the air.

"Ptooey! You old fossil, who gave you the nerve to speak of our elders? Are you even worthy?"

"First, take a taste of my, Li Jin's, sword!"

Li Jin roared at the top of his lungs.

The Tianling Patriarch turned his head with a look of pure disdain.

However, in the following heartbeat.

His look of contempt vanished instantly.

Despite his pride, his body lunged toward the sword-drawing Li Jin, moving entirely against his will with a resounding boom.

With a heavy thud.

He slammed onto his knees, both hands raised high to catch Li Jin’s descending blade.

This sudden kneeling by the Tianling Elder.

Caused everyone’s eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets.

The crowd erupted in absolute shock.

Yin Tianxiong, who had just regained his spirit, felt the veins in his head throb as he collapsed back onto the ground.

The survivors of the Tianling Sect, Liu Ruyan included, turned pale with horror.

They were collectively stunned.

A First Stage Profound Immortal, the great Tianling Patriarch, had kneeled the moment his opponent moved?

Everyone's logic failed them.

"Y-You... what sort of demonic technique is this?"

The one most terrified was the Tianling Patriarch himself. He shouted with wide, trembling eyes, his entire frame shaking. The world-dominating aura he previously held had vanished, replaced by a deep, visceral dread.

No one understood the horror of the situation better than he did.

It was as if an irresistible, mysterious power had seized his body, forcing him to kneel and block the sword regardless of the distance between them.

"Hmph, this is the one hundred percent certainty of being forced to bare-hand block an armed attack!"

Li Jin declared, lifting his chin with supreme arrogance.