I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1284: Follow the Vine to Get the Melon
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
In the Northern Desolate Wastelands.
Next to a modest tent, Yi Feng sprawled across the sandy terrain, utterly bored as he rested his hands behind his head, gazing upward at the heavens with clear signs of deep frustration.
"How much longer must I linger here before a worthy foe finally appears..."
Nearby, fragments of bodies lingered still. He had collected a fair amount of combat practice, yet despite the endless wait, only more feeble foes had turned up, nowhere near the mighty warriors he craved. Disappointment began to settle over Yi Feng.
He appeared to have kicked up a massive storm, leaving him simply to bide his time until challengers sought him out. Yet without any formidable presences arriving, doubts started creeping into his thoughts.
"Is it possible that this so-called Fallen God Palace is packed with nothing but feeble ones?"
As those words escaped his lips.
Storm clouds and fierce winds abruptly roiled across the sky!
Fearsome waves of energy rippled outward like crashing surges. A pair of forms materialized from the void, beaming with brilliant radiance, poised haughtily amid the clouds akin to the sun and moon. Their icy stares brimmed with an unbeatable presence as they coolly scanned the landscape below, revealing no flicker of feeling.
Only upon spotting the remains scattered on the earth and then turning their attention to Yi Feng did the glow around them dim, unveiling pristine figures clad in silver armor. Their striking good looks were nearly mirror images, and their voices carried the same chilling edge."You... are the rogue cultivator who slew this pathetic rabble?"
Upon such arrivals posing inquiries, Yi Feng felt a spark of interest and rose to his feet.
"Yeah, that's right!"
No second thoughts were required. Anyone locating this spot had to be a formidable member of the Fallen God Palace. These two exuded an exceptional vibe, so it seemed a safe bet.
To prevent any mix-up, Yi Feng double-checked by asking.
"Do you two hail from the Fallen God Palace?"
Unexpectedly, right after he uttered it, the silver-armored youth on the right overhead fixed him with a frosty stare, arms folded in clear contempt.
"You lack the standing to question who we are!"
The youth on the left seemed a touch calmer, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips hinted at his inherent arrogance. He peered down and murmured softly.
"Under usual rules, an insignificant like you wouldn't even merit glancing at us brothers."
"But today, bearing the Celestial Decree from the Star Lord, we've come to escort you for a meeting. Consider it your great fortune and a rare chance. We'll bend the protocol just this time."
"We two are the Star Envoys of the Fallen God Palace, towering over every soul on Lan Star. Our allegiance lies solely with the Star Lord. Not even the outer sect elders of the Fallen God Palace dare stand before us—they kneel and prostrate!"
"Even with the Star Lord's approval, you ought to drop to your knees and show proper deference in our presence!"
Having endured this barrage of haughty declarations, Yi Feng furrowed his brow in mild annoyance.
The arrivals were surely from the Fallen God Palace. Their condescending manner suggested elevated ranks. Yet what gave them the audacity to insist on knee-bending greetings?
He had been fretting over the absence of strong rivals, and now these two strutted in with such pompous flair.
From their bearing, they possessed real ability.
A clash was unavoidable!
Before they could spout more nonsense, Yi Feng swiftly unsheathed his massive blade!
"Whoosh!"
With a push from his toes against the dirt, he launched skyward. An abrupt, unforeseen sword strike hurtled straight at them!
The duo suspended in the air displayed zero alarm, remaining utterly serene against the surprise attack, as nonchalant as if brushing off a buzzing insect. The youth on the right lazily stretched out an arm, warping the air ahead, ready to seize his assailant with ease.
However, the instant his fingers extended.
All at once!
The once-unremarkable longsword exploded with a fearsome sword intent!
A thunderous roar echoed through the skies and ground, as if the very world shifted hues!
The silver-armored warrior's eyes bulged in astonishment. He frantically thrust out his other hand, pouring every ounce of his cultivation into both palms. A radiant, prismatic shield flared to life around his hands before expanding to shield his whole form.
It resembled an unbreakable wall dividing heaven from earth!
But right in the following moment.
With a sharp snap, the prismatic shield fragmented into shards, and the warrior's right limb was sliced away entirely!
The sequence unfolded in a mere flash!
As the silver-armored warrior on the left snapped back to awareness, his sibling was already screeching in agony, perspiration dripping like beads, a haze of colorful blood spraying outward, his severed hand plummeting to the grimy soil far below!
"Hiss..."
The warrior inhaled sharply through gritted teeth, twisting his neck to glance rearward!
Staring at Yi Feng's silhouette, sword gripped with his back facing them, a distinct hint of caution emerged in his gaze. Any prior doubt evaporated, giving way to a furious bellow!
"How dare you!"
"You... you dared to sneak attack my brother! Don't assume that a scrap of cultivation lets you run wild! Even the Star Lord's favor won't save you—this is punishable by death!"
"You..."
His outburst halted abruptly as Yi Feng pivoted, his aura quelling the warrior's voice.
Observing Yi Feng's features once more, along with that menacing blade dripping crimson, a tight knot formed in his chest. For the first time, he questioned his own prowess against this foe.
Cautiousness, disbelief, rage!
A whirlwind of feelings surged within him. This exalted Star Envoy's composure crumbled into disarray, struggling to accept the sheer might of the man confronting him!
Noting that wavering, doubtful look, Yi Feng released a resigned breath.
"Ah..."
A wide slash of the sword, and another pair of bisected remains dropped down.
"Thud! Thud!"
Hearing the heavy impacts against the earth, Yi Feng was struck by a wave of hollowness.
These self-proclaimed Star Envoys boasted endlessly, carrying themselves with supreme arrogance, but ultimately, their prowess fell short, offering only letdown.
Was that all they had?
And they swaggered about like that constantly. Truly astonishing.
Turning his eyes to the one-armed youth, Yi Feng clicked his tongue, his enthusiasm already fading.
"You brothers aren't all that impressive. What makes you strut around so superior?"
The man's complexion cycled from ashen to flushed, gripping his wounded shoulder, his stare burning with venom!
"You... you!"
He resembled a pampered kid facing unfair treatment for the initial time—furious, terrified, and deeply aggrieved, yet too intimidated to keep up the bravado.
His ashen features turned crimson from bottled rage until he at last forced out a menacing retort!
"You truly don't grasp the vastness of the skies or the abyss of the earth!"
"Leaning on a sliver of cultivation, you had the audacity to cut down my elder brother! If you possess any courage, allow me to retreat to the Fallen God Hall and alert the Star Lord! You'll rue this a thousandfold!"
At these words, Yi Feng showed no hint of surprise.
Sigh...
A typical scenario of a young punk scurrying off to snitch to his elders after stirring trouble. This was the expected turn.
Mention of the 'Star Lord' title once again stirred a spark of eagerness in Yi Feng.
After all, that was Lan Star's supreme authority. He surely wouldn't prove as inept as these bungling subordinates. In true combat, there had to be genuine depth.
After mulling it over briefly, Yi Feng returned his sword to its sheath and replied with a grin.
"Fine."
"Go on and relay your report. I'll wait right here."
The grinning response left the youth's eyes wide with incredulity, as though he couldn't quite believe it!
"You... you're actually letting me go?"
Yi Feng dismissed him with an irritated flick of the wrist!
"Beat it! Vanish! Right now!"
At last, the man clenched his jaw, bowed his head in bitter defeat, and streaked away into the horizon!
Tracking the path of the vanishing form, Yi Feng broke into an anticipatory grin. Touching down on solid ground, he climbed onto Man Man, signaled with a gesture, and whispered a command.
"Fast! Trail that fellow! But keep your distance, avoid spooking him and spoiling my scheme!"
Man Man twitched its head tendrils and zipped away in an instant.
Yi Feng promptly smoothed his hair, a keen spark igniting in his gaze.
He wasn't naive.
Releasing that youth wasn't some whim of mercy. It was to track the lead. By shadowing this one, he could surely uncover the foe's central stronghold.
And from there, challenge that Star Lord to battle!
Languishing in this barren wasteland, he only encountered weaklings repeatedly. Where was the thrill in that? He refused to idle indefinitely until some distant day!
If combat was on the cards, it had to be against the mightiest!