I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1373: All is lost.

Several silver-haired elders descended from the firmament, their forms radiating oppressive auras. They observed Chen Cangyun standing isolated below, and seeing no presence of reinforcements, their eyes flickered with overt, mocking derision.

"Chen Cangyun, that you would dare confront us without any preparation! Your arrogance knows no bounds!"

"I had anticipated you might bring allies, yet you stand alone. Underestimating us in such a manner, you shall certainly bear the consequences!"

"We represent the pinnacle of the Martial King realm. With what hope do you expect to survive the three of us?"

Ignoring their condescending gazes, Chen Cangyun locked his stare upon them, his gaze ice-cold and resolute.

"Cease your prattle and face me!"

With a sudden outburst, he unleashed his total cultivation base. The dense spiritual energy synonymous with a peak Martial King ignited a fierce gale, causing distant currents in the river to erupt into violent, cresting waves.

Witnessing this displays of power, the group only exchanged amused glances and erupted into boisterous laughter.

"Since he is desperate to embrace death, let us fulfill his request!"

"Chen Cangyun, daring to face the heat of conflict solo serves as a testament to your resolve; you truly embody the stature of a Martial King. Do not begrudge us for outnumbering you today!"

Though their tongues dripped with superficial praise, the cold-blooded malice visible in their expressions betrayed their true intentions.

The trio of peak Martial King experts lunged in unison. Blades and sabers, fueled by terrifying spiritual energy, swept forward like a lethal web toward Chen Cangyun. Within a heartbeat, dozens of strikes were exchanged, each one pregnant with mortal peril.

Despite Chen Cangyun being a peak Martial King himself and possessing various hidden trump cards, he failed to withstand the coordinated assault of three equals. In mere moments, he began to falter.

"Bang!"

An echoing strike caught him squarely in the chest, sending Chen Cangyun reeling back scores of feet; he coughed up crimson blood, his visage turning ghostly pale.

"Pfft!"

As his assailants closed in with measured, lethal steps, a glint of desperation and ruthlessness ignited in Chen Cangyun's eyes. Consuming an elixir to momentarily suppress his internal damage, he slammed his palm against the earth, harnessing the momentum to propel himself into the midnight sky.

The three Martial Kings exchanged frost-bitten looks and immediately surged in pursuit, their murderous intent fully unleashed.

"It is far too late to flee now!"

"To have withstood so many of our strikes before falling... he truly lives up to his reputation as the Lord of Ye City!"

"We cannot allow this tiger to return to his mountain!"

"Chen Cangyun must perish today. Should he survive, Ye City will never grant us a moment's peace!"

Several figures streaked into the clouds, hunting the retreating Chen Cangyun. The distance closed to mere feet as they traversed the pre-dawn sky, racing headlong toward the south.

...

Hundreds of miles to the south, Qinghe Town lay bathed in morning light, brimming with activity. A thousand youths gathered near the ancient locust tree at the intersection of the primary thoroughfare, clad in armor and gripping spears and swords with grim determination.

The village head and the patriarch stood at the vanguard, their faces etched with absolute resolve.

Following a silent, meaningful exchange between the two elders, the mayor stepped forward, his voice projected with heavy clarity.

"The situation has reached its zenith. Ye City has endured a siege for days, and its collapse seems imminent. We have no choice but to provide whatever reinforcements we can, cost be damned, to save Ye City."

"Only by guarding our collective can we preserve our own hearths and homes!"

"Once our final farewells are spoken, we depart post-haste. We must reach Ye City by any means! The mission is perilous, and your participation is entirely voluntary. If any wish to forfeit, do so now!"

His somber words resonated down the street, and a profound hush descended over the crowd.

Whether they were the stoic hunters and farmers, or the women and elders watching with tear-filled eyes, none uttered a sound. Though their lives had been humble, they understood that there was no other path remaining.

A lone arm raised suddenly, followed by a thunderous cry that shook the town!

"Only by guarding our collective can we preserve our own hearths and homes!"

"Only by guarding our collective can we preserve our own hearths and homes!"

"Only by guarding our collective can we preserve our own hearths and homes!"

Seeing the younger generation shout with such ardent, hot-blooded conviction, the townspeople could no longer contain their emotions. The patriarch’s eyes grew misty, rendering any further speech unnecessary.

Just as he prepared to lead the youths forward to certain doom, a sudden event occurred.

The sound of air being violently cleaved echoed overhead as three or four streaks of brilliance ripped through the curtains of the sky!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The spectacle resembled falling stars, compelling everyone to look up in shock. Upon closer inspection, they caught sight of figures hovering in the air, triggering a wave of stunned gasps.

"Who are these celestial beings, moving through the sky so freely?"

"Great Heavens! Is that not our Lord City Master?"

"There is blood on his lips. He appears severely wounded. Those pursuers emit such terrifying auras!"

"How have they brought the battle to our very doorstep in Qinghe Town? Has Ye City fallen?"

...

Watching their City Master, disheveled and broken, the crowd broke into a frenzy of panicked murmurs. Even the patriarch, Xu Fengyue, and the village experts paled, clenching their hands until their knuckles turned white.

A pervasive dread gripped Qinghe Town. Thousands watched the figures above, their faces twisted between terror and profound awe.

The village head’s face shifted through myriad emotions as he looked back in confusion.

"That the City Master was hunted all the way to Qinghe Town? How could this be?"

"What must we do?"

The patriarch’s face grew grave as he focused on the figures in the firmament, his tone heavy with dread.

"Those individuals are surely Martial King experts to have defeated the City Master so thoroughly. If our Lord City Master is powerless, then surely Ye City has collapsed..."

"We possess no strength to interfere in a battle of this tier!"

These words plunged the area into absolute, suffocating silence.

Though the townspeople stood united, the realization of the City Master’s defeat coupled with the patriarch’s grim assessment filled their hearts with despair; they gripped their hands tightly.

All eyes remained fixed on the disheveled City Master in the air. He was their last vestige of hope; the people ground their teeth, offering silent prayers for his survival.

However, Chen Cangyun had reached his limit. Fleeing hundreds of miles while pursued by three Martial Kings was a feat bordering on a miracle. Now, he lacked the strength to turn the tide, barely possessing enough power to defend himself.

"Bang!"

A follow-up strike connected, and Chen Cangyun plummeted toward the earth!

"Boom!"

Structures crumbled upon impact as he carved a deep trench into the soil, causing the townspeople to retreat in terror. The morale of Qinghe Town shattered instantly.

"It is finished..."

As the patriarch whispered in despair, the faces of every citizen turned the color of ash.

Chen Cangyun remained defiant. Gritting his teeth, he crawled from the debris. Downing the last of his elixirs, he stumbled toward the mountain’s base.

Seeing this, the three Martial Kings followed without hesitation, their bloodlust undiminished.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The streaks of light tore across the sky. The final confrontation was destined for Qinghe Town. Many, including the patriarch, abandoned all caution and rushed toward the mountain base.

The massive throng stampeded forward, the very ground trembling beneath them.

Just as the pursuers were about to overtake the City Master, he halted at the mountain’s foot. The scene shifted into a tense standoff, leaving the thousands who had followed in a state of absolute extremity.

As they identified the entrance the City Master had gravitated toward, the anxiety of many parents reached a breaking point!

Directly behind that gate stood the Qinghe School, filled with young children. A battle between Martial Kings fought here would inevitably claim innocent lives.

The only soul inside was the fragile Master Yi, who stood zero chance against such power. A massacre seemed inevitable, and not even the children—

What were they to do?

The standoff grew suffocatingly tense, and a profound, bone-deep despair began to mar the expressions of everyone present.

Meanwhile, inside the thatched cottage, Yi Feng remained absorbed in his text while teaching. He offered a serene rebuke, seemingly aware of everything transpiring outside the classroom without even glancing away.

"Turning a deaf ear to the clamor of the world to focus one’s heart upon the wisdom of the sages—this is the singular dedication a scholar must maintain. Why do you gaze out the window? Have you discarded my previous instructions?"

As his voice echoed, the children who had been peeking outside immediately stood, bowing their heads in shame, filled with fear and remorse. However, a few mischievous ones hesitated before rising to defend themselves.

"You are right to reprimand us, Sir..."

"But there are heavy footsteps outside. Something significant is unfolding."

"Sir, you may not be aware, but my father told me last night that a war approaches the town. Those footsteps... could they have breached our gates already?"

Whispers rippled through the children at these words. Panic washed across their faces as the classroom dissolved into a buzzing hive of anxiety.

It was clear that maintaining their focus had become an impossible task.

At last, Yi Feng closed his book with deliberate grace.

"These are the trivialities of the adult world. They require not your concern."

"Remain in your seats and review your studies. I shall step out briefly. Sit still and do not abandon your places."

"I will examine your progress upon my return. Any who fail to answer shall receive the rod."

Upon hearing this, the students immediately dropped their heads to their books, suppressing their curiosity and falling into profound obedience.

Only then did Yi Feng rise. He smoothed his robes with elegant precision, radiating the refined aura of a distinguished teacher. With his hands clasped behind his back, he took steady, composed strides toward the courtyard gate...