I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1277: He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.

As several figures descended into the vast sea of sand, the soul flame concealed within Liu Changfeng's sleeve flickered with uncertainty.

"Father..."

"That person is still sipping his tea, entirely oblivious that his end is near. Later, once the grand formation is established and you trigger it yourself, he will undoubtedly be crushed in a single blow."

"But isn't it a bit unnecessary to send those elders just to stall for time?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Runan gave a subtle smile and replied.

"Hmph."

"You are still far too naive, just like those outer sect elders who believe everything they are told."

"If the goal was merely to slay this man, a simple ambush would suffice, and there would be no need to use these mediocre fools as cannon fodder. However, what I desire is to take him alive. To achieve that, the Heaven-Sealing Grand Formation must be deployed—it is the only way!"

The moment those words were uttered, Liu Changfeng's soul flame darted out of the sleeve in alarm. The youthful face formed by the azure flames was overtaken by sheer shock!

"The Heaven-Sealing Grand Formation?!"

"Father, that is an ancient formation capable of suppressing all living things! If it is activated here, that man will certainly be trapped. But won't the elders be sealed inside as well?"

"They haven't reached the Desolation Realm. They won't last long inside the Heaven-Sealing Grand Formation; they will surely die right there!"

"If word of this reaches the Divine Fall Palace, how can we possibly explain it?!"

Liu Runan looked down at the trembling, panicked soul flame with cold, indifferent eyes.

"What does it matter if those mediocre people perish?"

"They are already guilty of negligence. After a whole day of searching for the killer, they found nothing. Do they even deserve to be called elders of the Divine Fall Palace? If not for their sheer incompetence, why would I have to personally step in?"

"The reputation of our Divine Fall Palace has been tarnished repeatedly. They cannot escape the blame for this failure. Their deaths can now be considered a useful sacrifice!"

Liu Changfeng was left speechless, his voice trembling as he whispered.

"But... but those elders are at the Half-Step Desolation Realm. Losing so many at once is a massive blow to the Divine Fall Palace..."

Although he was well aware of his father's ruthless nature, hearing such freezing words made it difficult for him to process the situation. It felt as though he wasn't speaking to his father, but to a heartless, cold superior.

Overwhelmed by the revelation, Liu Changfeng fell silent, his mind reeling.

Noticing his son's agitation, Liu Runan cast his gaze toward the desert below. A brief flash of disappointment at his son's lack of resolve crossed his face before returning to a mask of total apathy.

"You call their deaths a loss? You call it 'perishing'??"

"Changfeng, you have been raised on a mountain of precious resources and treasures, which allowed you to reach your former level. Yet, your perspective has never grown to match your rank. It has been stagnant for ten thousand years. This is unacceptable."

"Only when you have gazed upon the vast sea of stars will you realize that a Half-Step Desolation Realm cultivator is nothing more than a speck of dust in the infinite universe, completely insignificant."

"The path of the Great Dao is eternal. Unlike those mediocre souls, your journey is just beginning. You must look beyond the immediate present."

As he spoke, Liu Runan's eyes turned piercingly cold as they fixed on the soul flame.

"Later, once you successfully possess a new body and ascend to the Desolation Realm, even the Star Lord will not question this matter should it reach his ears. No one in the Divine Fall Palace will dare to murmur a word of protest."

"These people are merely failures who reached their limit. Exchanging them for your breakthrough into the Desolation Realm—what is there to regret?"

"The strong are respected. That is the ultimate truth!"

Liu Changfeng was stunned, his pupils quivering uncontrollably.

He had heard the phrase "the strong are revered" countless times, but its weight had never felt so heavy until this moment. At a certain level of power, one truly could ignore all rules, and even the Star Lord would overlook the cost. The brutal reality of the world was laid bare before him, raw and bloody.

His mental state, forged over tens of thousands of years, suddenly sharpened. In that instant, Liu Changfeng was profoundly moved.

"Thank you for your wisdom, Father. I will keep it in my heart!"

At that moment, his interest in the elders below vanished. Though he felt a lingering trace of regret for the colleagues he was about to lose, those common emotions were slowly fading away.

None of this was his doing. If anyone was to blame, it was the elders for their weak Cultivation and lack of talent!

Whether it was the cannon fodder or that mysterious, hated cultivator, they would all serve as stepping stones for his path of Cultivation.

After waiting in the sky for a few brief moments, a similar look of indifference appeared in Liu Changfeng's eyes. He watched with growing excitement as his father released a terrifying aura, manifesting various ancient and profound runes. The mere sight of the initial hand seals and their overwhelming pressure was beyond anything he could achieve.

This was his father's ultimate technique. This was the supreme Great Dao he was destined to follow!

Within seconds, Liu Runan's weathered hands completed several seals. Runes filled the sky, arranging themselves in a complex and mysterious pattern that began to shift the very essence of heaven and earth.

The formation was incomplete, yet its power was already frighteningly vast.

Even as a bystander, Liu Changfeng felt his perspective widening. He felt like a child again, looking up at his father with total awe. Though his father had grown old, the aura he radiated made him more venerable than ever.

At the same time, a look of intense anticipation formed on the face of the soul flame.

The Desolation Realm was finally within his grasp!

But just as the father and son shared this moment of triumph, a sudden chorus of screams erupted from the ground!

"Argh..."

"How can there be such a terrifying Desolation Realm master in these outer lands?! Who are you?!"

"This can't be happening!"

"Elder Liu, save us!"

Though the cries were distant, they were clearly heard by Liu Runan and his son. It seemed as though the outer sect elders had been wiped out instantly.

The two looked at each other in silence. Liu Runan's hands froze mid-seal. The air grew awkward as they stared at one another, completely stunned.

How much time had passed? Ten breaths?

It was far too quick!

The formation wasn't even ready, yet the cannon fodder had already been spent. No matter how powerful the enemy was, it shouldn't be possible for several Half-Step Desolation Realm experts to be killed in the blink of an eye!

Damn it...

Even a pack of animals wouldn't have been slaughtered that fast.

Before they could even process their frustration, a massive, terrifying sword aura surged into the heavens!

Whoosh!

Both men felt a sudden chill in their souls.

They were now in a difficult position. The cannon fodder had died too soon, making it impossible to finish the Heaven-Sealing Grand Formation. But if they didn't use the formation, were they forced to fight him directly?

A direct confrontation wasn't necessarily a death sentence, but capturing him alive would now be nearly impossible.

An unexpected crisis had arrived. Things were not going according to plan. The father and son remained frozen in mid-air, their expressions twisted with awkward discomfort.

They quickly turned their eyes toward the sea of sand, their gazes now filled with caution and dread.