I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1374: Empress Wu

Outside the thatched cottage.

Chen Cangyun looked a wreck, his hair wild and matted, blood trickling from his lips, and his complexion ashen. It was plain to any observer that his fuel was spent and the flame of his life was flickering out; he lacked the reserves for further combat.

Possessing sharp, predatory senses, the three Martial Kings effortlessly pierced through Chen Cangyun's facade of resilience. They continued their relentless advance, closing the distance to the threshold.

Swish, swish...

In the heavy, oppressive silence, their rhythmic footsteps echoed with uncanny clarity, cutting through the air to reach the ears of the Qinghe Town residents peering from afar. A suffocating weight pressed down, silencing the thousands of observers into a fearful stupor.

As they witnessed their Lord City Master forced back inch by inch, the hearts of the spectators turned to stone.

These three Martial King experts were utterly ruthless. Even with their foe defeated, they remained intent on extermination. The brutality of their approach promised a massacre that would stain the land red for hundreds of miles.

Ye City was finished...

When the nest collapses, no egg remains whole. Qinghe Town was inevitably destined for ruin.

As this tragic fate loomed, the three Martial Kings were the only ones enjoying the spectacle. They broke into cackles, a piercing, discordant sound that only deepened the agony of the bowing, teeth-gritting onlookers.

Hahaha...

Chen Cangyun, your desperate resistance is nothing but a futile exercise!

From this day forward, the entirety of Ye City's territory belongs to us!

Regardless of your past prestige, you are little more than a corpse now. Surrounded by the three of us, even with a stash of medicinal pills, your survival is impossible. No divine intervention will grant you a path to salvation!

...

The citizens plumbed the depths of despair at this proclamation.

Chen Cangyun’s expression darkened, his resolve hardening as he retreated backward toward the wooden door of the cottage. He seemed to be tethered to some hidden expectation, for despite his dire straits, his eyes remained devoid of true surrender.

Finally.

The wooden door of the cottage began its slow, deliberate swing.

Creak...

The gentle groan of wood was unnervingly distinct in this moment of life and death.

The atmosphere turned static. The commoners of Qinghe Town watched, dumbfounded. None had anticipated that Yi Feng would display such flagrant disregard for his own safety by stepping out during this climax.

Was this not an invitation to an early death?

Wei Xiaowei and Xu Fengyue trembled, their faces drained of color at the sight. Their instincts screamed at them to lunge forward and pull Yi Feng into safety, but the crushing aura filling the clearing pinned them in place, rendering them unable to move an inch.

The crowd withered under the strain of their collective anxiety.

Chen Cangyun stiffened, yet he dared not pivot to look back. He kept his gaze lowered, his expression a whirlpool of hidden turmoil.

Regardless of their private thoughts, the arrival of Yi Feng seized the attention of every soul present.

In plain view of the masses.

Yi Feng carried himself with an air of profound composure, as if the scene before him held no gravity. The thousands of onlookers and the triad of Martial Kings were, to him, nothing more than part of an unremarkable setting.

He stood, hands clasped behind his back, and remarked with a detached tone.

Whatever grievances you hold, refrain from causing a commotion here. Classes are underway, and the children must not be disturbed. If you are determined to fight, find a location far from this place.

The words were soft, delivered with a casual air.

He sounded for all the world as if he were reprimanding a few rowdy drunks, entirely unmoved by the tension around him, treating the life-threatening situation as a humdrum nuisance.

The three Martial Kings were taken momentarily aback by this interjection.

After testing him with a sweeping probe of their divine senses, their vigilance faded, replaced by creeping disdain. They glowered at him, shouting in turn.

Hmph, he is nothing but a common mortal.

And here I suspected we were dealing with some hidden power.

Truly blind and foolish. Does a lowly peasant think his opinion holds sway over our actions?

The leader, eyes glazed with indifference, did not deign to look at Yi Feng again. Concentrating his murderous intent solely on Chen Cangyun, he commanded in a frigid tone.

Ignore that pest!

We cannot grant Chen Cangyun any more time to recover his Qi. We must strike now! Fellow Daoists, execute the kill!

At the white-haired man's command, the three of them simultaneously channeled their immense cultivation bases.

In a heartbeat.

A torrential surge of spiritual energy erupted, whipping the air into a violent gale. Nearby onlookers were flattened as cries of terror rippled through the gathered masses.

In only a few seconds.

The three distinct flows of energy coalesced into a surging river, crashing toward the cottage door like a tsunami. Even the morning light was swallowed by the sea of spiritual energy. The cottage shivered under the pressure, and even the formidable Lord City Master stumbled backward, his face drained of blood.

As the devastating tide loomed, the crowd fell into catatonic fear. Many averted their eyes, resigning themselves to the impending destruction.

Wei Xiaowei sobbed, her tears uncontrolled, and she nearly darted forward in a fit of emotion, held back only by Xu Fengyue, who gripped her tightly, her own teeth clenched against the horror.

Such was the power of Martial Kings—the ability to turn the tides with a flick of their wrists.

At this moment.

Qinghe Town realized the true meaning of hopelessness, forced to bear witness to their own demise.

Watching the encroaching wave, Chen Cangyun braced for impact, sensing the cold brush of death. He glanced behind him only once, his eyes pleading for salvation.

Before the sound could even leave his throat, the spiritual deluge broke upon them like a chaotic storm!

Boom!

The pressure shattered the tranquility of the surroundings, making the wooden door buffet and moan under the onslaught.

The fleeting moment of peace was shattered. Even one who shuns the vanity of the world cannot escape the mortal struggle, where genuine tranquility is a fleeting treasure.

Yi Feng sighed, shaking his head, and swung his sleeve in a slow, languid motion.

Instantly.

The surging, monstrous sea of energy evaporated into nothingness.

With that single, gentle gesture, the overwhelming force was erased. The three combined streams of energy weren't deflected; they simply ceased to exist, replaced by the soft glow of the morning sun as it touched the door once more.

The air settled; the sky reclaimed its clarity.

The disruptive clamor vanished, replaced by a profound, eerie harmony that was almost unsettling in its sudden quiet.

The townspeople, paralyzed by their own fear, stared in frozen disbelief. As the warm light returned, they blinked in confusion, slowly raising their heads to bear witness to the impossible.

Shock replaced fear. The door remained intact, and the Lord City Master stood miraculously unharmed. The disastrous spectacle had simply vanished, as if it were nothing more than a fever dream.

How could this happen?

The old patriarch trembled, his pupils dilated as he struggled to comprehend a feat that defied all he knew of the world. To neutralize the combined might of three Martial Kings with such triviality was an impossibility he could not process.

This...

Wei Xiaowei and her companions were utterly dazed, staring blankly at the motionless silhouette of Yi Feng, their minds incapable of grasping the truth of what they had witnessed.

The silent crowd stood as if turned to stone, absolutely stunned.

Chen Cangyun slumped against the doorway, gasping like a man resurrected from the grave. A cold sweat soaked his robes as he let out a shallow, trembling breath.

Phew...

Before the threshold.

The three Martial Kings stood in a silence that lasted an age, their eyes betraying a profound, visible panic. Their composure shattered, their internal equilibrium upended by the sheer magnitude of their defeat.

They had seen the act with their own eyes, and the horror of it etched itself into their souls.

To disperse their combined strike with a mere wave—what kind of monster were they dealing with?

At this moment.

Gazing at the schoolteacher, who possessed not even a sliver of detectable spiritual aura, their terror grew into something visceral. A tense standoff, spanning only a few seconds, felt like an eternity as they treated him with the caution one would reserve for an apex predator. None dared to strike again.

The white-haired Martial King, his face twisted in a grimace of realization, spoke, his voice carrying a note of profound terror.

"Your Excellency has truly masked your cultivation to a terrifying degree. We were blind to the truth."

"To imagine that such a backwater town would play host to a Martial Emperor. Your aura is boundless; the display just now was truly the work of an immortal being!"

His solemn proclamation fell like thunder, leaving the crowd in a state of absolute, paralyzed shock.