I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1286: Completely Fooled
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
The entire hall brimmed with seething rage, as the Great Dao's might rumbled like a raging storm!
The elder sporting eyebrows longer than a foot surged ahead first, thrusting a furious finger outward.
"You arrogant brat! Just a lowly rogue cultivator, yet you dare act so presumptuously! For recklessly uttering such nonsense and showing no regard for your own life, don't fault this old man for making the first move. Rue it in your next existence!"
With those words, the elder amassed a horrifying surge of Dao power, fused with eerie, multicolored chaos energies, all gathering at his fingertip where it gleamed like a brilliant star!
A savage bellow reverberated through the grand hall!
"Heavenly Desolation Void-Piercing Finger!"
A brilliant ray burst from his fingertip. The immense power tore apart the Dao flows inside the hall, flashing forward like a piercing white rainbow that left everyone stunned.
Before a single voice could rise, a massive explosion rocked the heavens and earth!
Falling Star Hall itself, forged from Great Dao strength, quivered faintly under this devastating blow. The thick Dao essence churned into murky turmoil.
Shockwaves surged toward the distant skies, ripping clouds asunder.The silhouette at the hall's doorway vanished into a veil of void, seemingly reduced to nothingness.
This horrifying display left the whole gathering in terror, prompting quiet gasps from numerous elders.
But just a heartbeat later...
All faces abruptly stiffened. The white-browed elder who attacked froze in place, his eyes bulging, finger still extended limply...
Beneath the stares of countless shocked gazes, that silhouette stood there with serene poise.
Completely untouched!
Silence gripped the hall like a tomb. Elderly eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
How... how could this be?
How might this youth possess such incredible power, emerging unscratched from the Grand Elder's all-out attack?
From the shadows beyond the beaded curtain, hidden eyes glinted with an odd gleam. Observing this oddity, a trace of astonishment flickered within.
The short hush endured only a couple of breaths.
Beholding that steadily upright form, every elder sensed the crushing weight intensify.
They traded uneasy looks, dread starting to creep in.
"Brothers, this fellow is truly bizarre. We can't pull punches anymore!"
"Strike as one!"
Even Liu Runan, the spectator, detected the wrongness. Gone was his prior ease of mere observation; he gripped his fist tightly and yelled, "Elders, don't take him lightly! Screw preserving dignity! Everyone, unleash your strongest moves at once!"
Upon hearing this, the group of old men advanced together, summoning their Primordial Ancient forces!
In that instant!
A swirling rush of bizarre colors merged, and angry cries boomed across the hall!
"Great Desolation Cloud-Overturning Palm!"
"Heavenly Desolation Void-Piercing Finger!"
"Ethereal Void Sword Strike!"
"Lamentation Fist!"
...
A cascade of brilliant, overlapping powers rushed at the entrance, instantly making the vast hall quake fiercely!
A colossal thunderclap boomed through the heavens, causing the suspended island to wobble a bit. It drew the eyes of great sects below, as the ripples spread endlessly for thousands of miles!
The majestic divine hall drowned in swirling chaos energies!
Nevertheless, the heaving elders and the one-armed Star Envoy fixed tense stares on the roiling energy waves, refusing to lower their guard even slightly.
As the debris and blasts cleared, every eye bulged in disbelief!
Holy crap...
That individual lingered there unchanged, perfectly intact!
This joint onslaught from all elders packed enough punch to demolish major sects on the floating isle! Yet it failed to raise even a stir? Was this some illusion?
They stood utterly baffled.
The Star Envoy and elders alike remained petrified, frozen like carvings.
Gazing blankly at the poised young man, they felt ensnared in a nightmarish haze they couldn't escape. For ages, silence reigned; no sound broke through.
Observing these dazed fools, Yi Feng had foreseen this and felt no shock whatsoever.
After countless letdowns, he expected nothing from average folk now. The more they bragged, the more inept they tended to be. From their prior clamor, he'd figured the outcome would be futile.
As anticipated, all show and zero results.
His real quarry lay beyond these minions anyway.
Disregarding the cluster of dazed elders, Yi Feng strode toward the nine-tiered jade platform. A spark lit in his gaze as he offered mild words of urging.
"Now it's your move."
"Make it count this time."
His voice snapped them back to reality.
Heads whipped toward the beaded curtain atop the dais, their stares now laced with fear!
The vague form stirred not at all. Its hazy features hid behind an air of ultimate dignity, betraying no emotion. Not a peep had escaped it throughout.
Abruptly!
A chilling chill unlike any before flooded the hall, jolting the elders fully alert!
This dread force surpassed their earlier combined effort by leagues, reaching a whole new tier of terror. The already disordered Dao power in the hall got quelled at once, freezing in place!
In a flash, the hall plunged into boundless gloom, leeching all hues from the Great Dao's essence. Each elder's scalp tingled, breaths hitching sharply.
This marked the Star Lord's genuine prowess, the dominance of Heavenly Transformation in the Primordial Realm!
A wordless presence that bleached the world of vibrancy!
Feeling the lethal vibe and the pure shadow cloaking the elevated platform, Yi Feng at last sensed excitement stirring, a smile breaking through after so long.
At last, something worthwhile.
A Star Lord, no less. No empty noise, just straight action. This fit a real expert. There had to be real power here!
Inwardly admiring, that shade of black unfurled like night's veil, devouring and burying every trace of Great Dao might. In its wake, only void lingered, as though it cut off all worldly essence!
As the dark fog neared him, Yi Feng's eyes shone ever brighter.
At long last...
He'd met a genuine titan. All his struggles were bearing fruit!
He shut his eyes steadily, ready for death's embrace.
One breath.
Two breaths.
...
Time blurred by. Yi Feng began nodding off.
Nothing out of the ordinary registered. The delay irked him a touch. Shouldn't death bring agony? Instead, it mimicked a soft gust, rather soothing...
Confused, he peered open his eyes.
Then he saw the scene had cleared completely. The dark fog had vanished. The once-menacing nine-tiered dais looked plain now. Save for the seated figure, no energy had even brushed him.
A quick scan revealed the elders and the one-armed man all slack-jawed, mouths agape in matching Os.
This sight sparked an ill feeling in Yi Feng. Scowling, he turned to the platform.
"Are you... finished already...?"
The platform stayed mute. Only labored breaths filled the air. The mood hung awkward; none dared speak.
Suddenly!
Yi Feng's temper flared!
"Damn it!"
"I endured all that wait, and you just fanned me with a nap-inducing wind? Is this some healing spot?!"
Despite the harsh tirade, the stiff figure on the dais gave no reply.
Yi Feng's cool cracked right then.
For heaven's sake...
What sort of garbage was this?!
A horde of them, from geezers to youngsters, strutting like deities, squandering his time and effort, yet they couldn't match a Martial Spirit from Pingjiang City!
And this passes for a Star Lord? Just smoke and mirrors!
Pfft!
Yi Feng's enthusiasm died. He yanked out his massive sword and slashed ahead!
BOOM!!!
One blade rent the emptiness, crumbling the divine hall!
The exalted domain, built on Great Dao power, split in two instantly. Wild spatial gales howled like a frenzy, hurling Liu Runan, his boy, and the elders into chaos, flung far and wide.
In that boundless void, the small form flickered away.
Surveying the total ruin and barrenness, Yi Feng's ire only grew. He muttered curses for what felt like forever, unable to settle, seething with deception. He'd never dreamed it'd boil down to a real deathmatch.
With such a letdown, Yi Feng had no wish to linger. He stowed his longsword and headed off into the horizon.
Under the cloud summits.
The downfall of the timeless divine shrine felt like a divine apocalypse. Innumerable sects on the sacred floating isles beheld it in wonder and dread, their looks brimming with awe and quakes.
Lin Ruowei and her uncle alone, privy to some truth, showed deep wonder, amazed that Senior Yi Feng had pushed all the way to the Star Lord...
Elsewhere.
In the starry ocean's depths, amid infinite voids.
A middle-aged-looking man parted his starlit eyes, a subtle grin curving his mouth as if he'd spotted a marvel, stirring a faint wave in his usual calm stare.
"Unexpected indeed. This individual endured one percent of my cultivation and snuffed a strand of my essence. For a simple mortal star to yield such a freak... this holds some intrigue."