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

The tavern.

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

Since the dawn of time, farewells have been steeped in bitterness, with no certainty of when a future meeting might occur.

Finding a soulmate of identical spirit and temperament was a rare gift. After spending only a few brief days in each other's company, they were now separated by immense distances, leaving a small, persistent ache of sadness behind.

However, he reconsidered.

With his friend safely away, he could focus his entire being on confront the incoming experts from the Divine Palace. Perhaps this turn of events was actually for the best.

That man Gui was simply too loyal and honorable.

He had already expressed a desire to assist. Had he actually followed, Yi Feng could never forgive himself if any harm had befallen him.

Now, his mind was free of such anxieties.

Immediately summoning Manman, Yi Feng resolved to take up a permanent post at the mine, waiting for his adversaries to arrive seeking blood!

"Let’s go!"

Following his enthusiastic shout, Manman shifted into a brilliant streak of light.

When they finally came to a halt.

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

A vista of total ruin stretched out before him. The mine he knew had vanished, replaced by a limitless wasteland of sand. In just a single day, the location had become unrecognizable!

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

His gaze dropped instinctively, sweeping over a multitude of corpses. There, he spotted the familiar old man who managed the mining rights; he was sprawled on the earth, clinging to life, reaching out a trembling hand!

This is bad...

Yi Feng’s heart plummeted. He realized instantly that a catastrophe had occurred!

Leaping from Manman, he raced toward the elderly man.

Cradling the old man, he called out repeatedly. The man’s mouth overflowed with blood, and his frame felt as limp as boneless mud. Despite his desperate efforts, he could not manage to speak.

"Be... fore..."

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

"Say nothing. Just focus on your breathing and recovery. You are going to survive!"

As he surveyed the surroundings.

He realized only then that many people were already half-buried in the golden sands, their lives extinguished. It was obvious they had been slaughtered by formidable experts!

He had failed to arrive in time...

He was too late!

Suddenly.

An overwhelming wave of regret and guilt erupted from Yi Feng’s soul, crashing through his mind like a flood. His entire frame shook with emotion, and a fierce fire of rage ignited in his eyes!

While Yi Feng truly desired to fulfill his mission of seeking death.

He had never wanted innocent blood on his hands!

Now.

Witnessing so many lives cut short, an uncontrollable remorse surged within him. Even if he eventually succeeded in dying and could bring these people back to life, the stain of self-reproach would not easily vanish.

Yi Feng walked solemnly among the fallen, administering elixir pills to the few who still possessed a flickering spark of life.

His entire aura was now saturated with an unprecedented fury!

Noticing the old man’s color improving slightly as he held onto his final breath.

Yi Feng returned to his side, his voice heavy and serious.

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

The moment he asked.

The debilitated old man gave a faint nod, struggling fruitlessly to find his voice.

Right then.

A powerful voice thundered through the sky, sounding even more incensed than Yi Feng!

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

"Is my son’s current condition your doing?!"

Yi Feng snapped his eyes upward.

Only then did he perceive several figures hovering above the clouds.

Beyond the disheveled Young Master and a few Elders, a middle-aged man in a long robe and a hunched old man stood at the lead.

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

These fallen cultivators were the victims of their cruelty!

Yi Feng stood up, his gaze icy and fixed upon them.

"Your son was the aggressor, humiliating others and murdering cultivators. I simply forced him to perform manual labor. In response, you slaughtered all these people? Is this the so-called 'virtue' of your Divine Palace?!"

Liu Changfeng’s eyes glittered with spite as he looked down.

"Lowly ants possess no right to discuss virtue!"

"My son was born into nobility, destined to attain the Dao! You common filth are unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him!"

"You dared to degrade him to such a pathetic state? Today, this venerable one shall bury all of you with him! I will tear 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 drenched in arrogance, his eyes devoid of any empathy.

Like father, like son.

It appeared that in this man’s world, no other life mattered besides their own. To such people, they were never in the wrong; the fault always lay with the rest of the world.

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

In this instant.

He no longer wished to hold back or wait for an attack, for he doubted these boastful "powerhouses" actually had the capability to kill him.

Taking a measured step forward.

Yi Feng unsheathed the Primordial Greatsword. Its cold edge mirrored the blood-soaked earth, and his voice turned frigid, carrying a terrifying weight of authority!

"When did I give you permission to leave?"

He advanced further, radiating an inexplicable, crushing pressure!

For a brief moment, he truly resembled a peerless master.

The figures in the sky were initially shocked, but then smirks appeared, followed by mocking 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 a half-step into the Primordial Realm. A worm like you couldn't hope to see such heights in a thousand lifetimes!"

Liu Changfeng’s mouth twisted into a pitying sneer.

"The world is full of fools who believe the glow of a grain of rice can compete with the brilliance of a full moon."

The insults continued to rain down.

But Yi Feng’s steps stopped.

At this precise moment, his mind became preternaturally clear. The noise of the world faded; his eyes were locked solely on the "big shot" standing calmly in the heavens.

With a subtle push from his toes, he gripped the Greatsword and launched himself into the sky!

"Whoosh!"

"Crunch!"

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

Nobody witnessed the strike. By the time their senses returned, Yi Feng had already soared past the group, standing silently atop the clouds with his sword in hand.

Liu Changfeng, who had been smiling with absolute confidence just a second ago, had been sliced perfectly in two!

All the visitors from the Divine Palace froze in mid-air!

In that heartbeat.

The entire world fell into a paralyzed silence, as if existence itself had stopped breathing!