I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1375: Unimaginably Powerful

Martial Emperor?

M-Martial Emperor?!

A legendary powerhouse known only from tales stood right before them?!

That one remark sent the whole crowd quaking in fear; countless folks nearly sprang to their feet from fright!

Yet when Qinghe Town's residents abruptly rose, they failed to spot what transpired moments ago. Instinctively, they gazed forward. With no other soul near the thatched hut, bewilderment clouded their eyes once more.

Where's the Martial Emperor...?

Besides the City Lord collapsed on the ground, just Mr. Yi Feng lingered calmly by the entrance. Where could a Martial Emperor possibly be?

They gawked in stunned uncertainty for several breaths.

The elderly clan leader's gaze quivered fiercely, his hands shaking without control!

Could it be...

As the whisper escaped, Wei Xiaowei and his companions nearby seemed to grasp it too. They turned their sights back to Yi Feng, eyes weighing down with gravity.

Right then, Mr. Yi Feng remained poised in his usual stance, unchanged from moments prior. Yet he stayed utterly pristine, showing not a trace of alarm.

Previously, such poise went unnoticed by all. But now, it blazed like a beacon.

Three Martial Kings confronted him!

The City Lord himself lay sprawled on the earth. How did Mr. Yi retain such serenity?

Suddenly.

Waves of astonishment and doubt flooded their stares like surging waves...

Was this mere schoolteacher truly the Martial Emperor?!

Ever more eyes bulged wide, ragged breaths resounding nonstop. Wei Xiaowei's tear-filled gaze stretched enormous. Even Xu Fengyue, second in might, gulped deeply right then.

Silence gripped the whole gathering; a abrupt heaviness permeated the air!

This crushing force, unseen and hushed but piercing souls directly, dwarfed the terror of the three Martial Kings' arrival by a thousandfold. The space before the thatched hut grew deathly still, choking all breath!

Even those three Martial King powerhouses wore darkening faces now!

They lingered ages without Yi Feng's answer. Such silence proved more potent than speech, serving as a crushing implicit confession that sealed their guesses!

This man had to be a Martial Emperor!

Pressure on the trio surged tenfold. Silent, grave looks passed between them.

A faint nod, and their presences soared anew. The forefront one pivoted with resolute eyes, voice booming with fierce combat spirit!

Your Excellency.

Though you're a veteran Martial Emperor, we three stand at Martial King peak. United, defeat isn't certain. This feud pits our cities against each other. If Your Excellency halts now, we'll come another day to atone for this disturbance.

Else, we must taste a Martial Emperor's power!

A grave tone boomed forth.

The flanking Martial Kings advanced in unison. Verdant spiritual energy billowed like mist around them, now plain to see. Their might eclipsed before, forcing Qinghe Town folk back further.

Peak Martial King realm proved horrifying!

Even against a Martial Emperor, their alliance bred bold confidence. Such prowess marked them as era-defining titans!

However.

Before this overwhelming presence, Yi Feng stood unmoved, hands clasped behind. His gaze held no stir, as if utterly dismissive.

By now, awe mingled with insult in the three Martial Kings' eyes.

They scowled and roared in rage, unleashing lethal strikes!

What arrogance from a Martial Emperor!

We've shown utmost respect in our words. Does he truly believe we're cowed?!

United, victory remains possible!

Amid snarls, they unleashed full power. Dense spiritual energy erupted as they launched like loosed bolts. Three energy torrents engulfed the hut's front, sealing all escape!

This instant.

All stood petrified in awe, beholding apocalypse-like clash. None dared budge. Even wounded Chen Cangyun hung on by a thread, heart pounding!

Precisely then.

Yi Feng at last uttered words. A faint sigh, murmur-like, resounded in myriad hearts, overwhelming every majestic aura.

Sigh...

That lone sound brimmed with boundless resignation and vast unspoken feeling.

With the gentle sigh.

No eye caught his motion. A sleeve flick later, as Yi Feng glanced down at Chen Cangyun, the trio of dread Martial Kings had vanished like scattered ash.

It unfolded blindingly swift...

Peak Martial King Chen Cangyun, seeing it firsthand, deemed it inconceivable. He slumped dazed, mind reeling in turmoil!

He knew Senior Yi's vast strength, suspecting far beyond early Martial Emperor.

Yet never dreamed...

This senior's dominance hit such heights!

Three peak Martial Kings, foes he couldn't best—before this man, their joint assault crumbled in one clash?

Esteemed peak Martial Kings reduced to insects?

Unfathomably potent!

What realm did this being occupy? Beyond imagination!

Chen Cangyun froze in terror, stare vacant like in a dream.

Not until mounting, wordless dread neared did he snap alert. Meeting Mr. Yi's downward gaze, panic seized him, jaw slackening to the dirt!

Ice surged crownward!

I'm doomed...

Doomed!

The mister deigned to question, yet he sat stupefied?

Monstrous offense!

Chen Cangyun quaked and bolted upright, wounds ignored as he prostrated frantically!

Mister, spare me! Mister, spare me!

Ye City's myriad soldiers and folk face dire peril. We lack might to endure. My life means naught, but Ye City's fall drowns hundreds of miles in gore. Desperate times left no choice...

Mister refused to intervene, so this lowly plot drew foes here.

In plea, Chen Cangyun banged head repeatedly, shame etching his eyes.

All myriad crimes rest on me alone!

With Mister's aid, Ye City's surrounds stay serene; I die content. My grave faults irk Mister oft. Accept any doom without grudge!

Sinner Chen Cangyun implores Mister's judgment! Grateful for world-saving mercy. Next life, I'll repay with grass rings!

To the end, Chen Cangyun smashed forehead down, blood staining earth!

That thud reverberated wide.

Qinghe Town folk roused, comprehending all.

So...

Mr. Yi Feng proved such a domineering force. Martial Kings crumbled like ants before him; lofty City Lord dared no presumption.

This moment.

Recalling history, all grasped why Qinghe Town evaded calamity, unscathed by Ye City's draft. They fathomed the City Lord's personal visit too.

From start, this expert shielded Qinghe Town!

Myriad eyes brimmed reverence and thrill. Honor and fear swelled. Gazing at kowtowing City Lord awaiting verdict, citizens sighed ambiguously.

City Lord baited foes here to wield Mister's might. Scheme unfit. Yet without it, Ye City's tens of thousands sank in bloodshed.

One man's ethics versus masses' lives—who to fault unclear now.

Only Mister judged final.

Assembly watched hushed.

Awe-fixed stares locked on Yi Feng, town poised for mister's ruling.

After endless tormenting pause, Chen Cangyun's brow ground deep into soil.

Yi Feng skipped the issue, offering mild words alone.

"I must return to teaching; kids grow restless waiting."

Crowd gaped stunned; Chen Cangyun lifted gaze in shock and wonder.

No punishment from mister?

This colossal uproar seemed trivial...

Chen Cangyun reeled. He peered up swiftly, finding the form already past courtyard gate, pace steady and leisurely as ever, untouched by events.

Courtyard blooms unchanged, shadow mundane eternally. Storms raged vainly outside.

One door cleaved worlds apart.

Past faded like mist.

Witnessing thus, Chen Cangyun quelled inner storm, blurting doubt instinctively.

"Mister, what is this...?"

Incredulity gripped; vast trouble brewed, yet no reprisal—as if beneath notice.

Guilt lingered when thatched door creaked shut slow.

Faint echo wafted ethereal.

"Depart now."

"Return whence you came; disturb my tranquility no more."

These deep, enigmatic words shook Chen Cangyun's gaze, heart churning complex tides.

Now he truly fathomed.

That fateful encounter was sheer fortune, marred by his blindness offending mister. Today's repeat offense spared only for myriad lives.

All settled now.

Mister erased calamity; their bond severed clean.

Guilt and sorrow flooded, yet Chen Cangyun hushed to preserve peace. Last gaze brimmed thanks; tearful bow sealed gratitude.

This prostration stirred town-wide sighs.

Many emulated, silent bows before door. Then mayor and kin aided Chen Cangyun rise. Deeds debatable, intent pure for folk—fit City Lord. Mister silent; who dared nitpick?

As crisis resolved joyously, Chen Cangyun lacked face to linger. Bows and thanks to Qinghe folk given, he departed forlorn.

Night descended.

Town hummed fervent chatter. Eyes shone survival's glee, awe at harboring such mister. Streets thronged livelier, revelry lingering deep into night...