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

A single blade!

With nothing more than a lone sword strike, the Divine Palace Elder, Liu Changfeng, was cut down where he stood!

The scene was simply too gruesome...

This abrupt reversal of fate exceeded everyone's wildest dreams. Suspended in mid-air, the disciples of the Divine Palace were turned to stone, their minds unable to process the reality before them.

Elder Liu was a master 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 duel should have been a slaughter where the outcome was decided in a heartbeat. Not a soul could have predicted that the situation would be so violently flipped!

The clash was indeed brief, yet it was Elder Liu who had been deleted by a single sword!

The gap in strength was even more vast than they had initially perceived.

The man before them was clearly no Heaven-rank cultivator; he was an entity at the Half-Step Desolation Realm or perhaps even higher. His cultivation was not only terrifying, but his ability to mask his true prowess until this very moment revealed a level of calculation that was bone-chilling!

This strategy of playing the pig to eat the tiger was executed with absolute ruthlessness!

They had truly collided with an unbreakable iron plate this time...

It was inconceivable that a titan of this caliber would be found wandering the outer fringes of the Divine Land!

This...

What path was left for them to take?!

The members of the Divine Palace were no fools. Despite the shock, they quickly identified the gravity of their situation. They traded silent looks, afraid to even breathe, their souls churning with profound terror and disbelief!

Suddenly, a wave of helplessness washed over them, making them feel like insignificant ants as a freezing gale seemed to sweep down their spines!

From the depths of the impact crater below, the few remaining survivors watched the sky with wide, unblinking eyes.

The Elder of the Divine Dao Sect, having consumed a medicinal pill, was barely clinging to life as his condition stabilized. Seeing this horrific display, his eyes nearly burst from their sockets!

A tremor raced through his frame as he fought to stand upright!

This wasn't the result of some miraculous healing.

It was purely because the sight he was witnessing was so staggering that it shattered thousands of years of his accumulated wisdom and perspective.

A prestigious Divine Palace Elder had been ended by a single swing of a sword!

Great Heavens...

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

As he watched the lifeless body plummet through the clouds, his thoughts became a total vacuum!

His throat tightened for a long while before he managed to force out a single exclamation.

"Senior Yi is far too fierce!"

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

It was truly difficult to fathom what height of cultivation this senior had reached to crush a Divine Palace Elder so effortlessly. If word of this cataclysmic battle ever got out, the entirety of the Divine Land would shake to its core!

No wonder...

Back when the senior first heard the Divine Palace's name, he hadn't shown a flicker of anxiety and had even dared to take the Elder's son captive!

As it turned out, Senior Yi was this deep and inscrutable!

A profound sense of wonder filled his gaze. The Divine Dao Sect Elder shook with fervor, looking up at the paralyzed Divine Palace members in the sky with a feeling of immense satisfaction!

Viewing the figure standing there with such calm composure, his heart swelled with reverence!

To witness the majesty of such a high-level master in his lifetime, righteously punishing those arrogant tyrants, was enough to make anyone cheer. It made his ten millennia of existence feel meaningful. Encountering this senior was an opportunity granted by the heavens themselves!

As his shout rang out, many of the broken cultivators also looked up in bewilderment.

Gaining courage from this inspiring turn of events, they clenched their fists one by one, watching the sky with a sense of triumph that defied words. Seeing the Divine Palace aggressors being decimated made their blood surge with heat!

By contrast, the fortunes of the Divine Palace disciples in the air had been completely upended!

Without their Elder, they were nothing.

Confronted by this impossible disaster, a dread they hadn't felt in ages seeped into their hearts. Even the air today seemed to turn lethally cold.

And yet, they didn't dare to budge, lacking even the resolve to run away!

They stood as rigid as mannequins, their minds buzzing with noise!

Liu Haotian was the most devastated of all; his face was a mask of shock, as if he still couldn't accept that his invincible father had been slain by one sword strike.

"Thud!"

Only when the corpse slammed into the earth, disappearing into the golden sands like the others before it, did he jerk back to reality. His eyes instantly filled with agony, rage, and sheer panic!

All the prestige and wealth he enjoyed were entirely dependent on his father's name and rank. With his father gone, his foundation had vanished.

His world had ended.

The sky had truly collapsed!

However, even with a storm of emotions raging inside him, he didn't have the guts to seek vengeance. That sword strike—he hadn't even been able to track it. If his father couldn't survive a single hit, what hope did he have...?

As an overwhelming sense of worthlessness clouded his expression, his feelings curdled into pure terror.

The once-arrogant Young Master now shivered in the air, his ragged look finally matching his internal state. Every trace of his former superiority had vanished, leaving behind only bloodshot eyes and vibrating pupils.

The other senior members also found their loyalty evaporating.

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

While they were trading these fearful looks, a frigid voice echoed from behind them.

"Not one of you shall leave this place today."

As those words landed, the old men looked as though they had just watched their own parents die!

They spun around one after another, 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 would show no mercy.

After several sharp snapping sounds, more bodies began to fall from the sky.

Liu Haotian seemed to lose his very soul. Before Yi Feng could even strike him, he was so consumed by fear that he tumbled to the ground, trembling and whispering to himself like a madman.

"This is just a dream... it has to be a nightmare..."

The only surviving steward showed a final spark of defiance, glaring with a toxic expression while his fists remained tight!

"Sir!"

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

"From this moment on, you will be hunted to the ends of the earth!"

"If you let me live, I might be able to bury this incident..."

Though his speech sounded like a warning, his tone had become significantly more subservient.

As for the rest of his rambling, it was nothing more than a desperate lie to save his own neck. A threat of pursuit was never going to make Yi Feng pause.

Yi Feng didn't care to hear any more. With a swift arc of his blade—

"Crack!"

The sky was now cleared of enemies; every last one of the Divine Palace invaders had been dealt with.

Descending slowly, he looked over the ruins and the blood-soaked earth. The weight in Yi Feng’s chest did not lift, and the experience points he had earned felt hollow.

On the other hand, the Divine Dao Sect Elder and the few remaining survivors limped forward, their faces glowing with excitement!

Despite their agonizing wounds, everyone bore looks of absolute devotion and joy!

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

The Divine Dao Sect Elder was so overcome with emotion that he fell to his knees in a deep bow!

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

"From this day forward, regardless of the danger, I am prepared to follow you, Senior, through any flame, even if it costs me ten thousand deaths!"

As he pledged his life, many others did the same.

The relief of escaping death, the sweetness of revenge, and a strange fire in their hearts all united in their thunderous salutes, which echoed across the lonely desert.

Confronted with this passion, Yi Feng simply turned his back.

"Go."

"All of you, leave this place at once. I want no one remaining!"

Observing his suddenly distant silhouette—so different from the friendly senior they once knew—everyone swapped confused looks but didn't dare to argue.

Even without words, they understood the truth in their hearts.

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

The Divine Dao Sect Elder watched him for a long time before finally 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!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and pulled themselves up.

Perhaps moved by the intensity of the battle, many seemed to have regained a sliver of their cultivation. With great effort, they leaned on one another, collected the remains of their fallen brothers, and bowed once more from afar before finally departing from the battlefield.

Once the area was entirely deserted, Yi Feng turned his head slowly, watching the few distant shapes flying toward the horizon and whispered softly.

"Everyone... stay safe."

Only when the figures disappeared beyond the edge of the world did Yi Feng pull back his gaze. He placed the final hostage, Liu Haotian, into his storage ring and gathered the bodies of the Divine Palace members as well.

If the Divine Palace desired a war, then he would give them a struggle to the death. Now that he was alone and unburdened, he would hold his ground here in a perpetual fight for survival. If they failed to show up, he would take the prisoner and the corpses straight to their front gates!

This wretched Sect that preyed on the weak—he would see their downfall to the very end!