I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1390: Who on Earth Is He
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A sense of unease gripped him.
This unease was profound!
No regular human cultivator could possibly withstand a palm infused with Desolate Ancient Power. Moreover, he had unleashed twenty percent of his power. Even someone at the Nirvana Stage within the Desolate Realm would suffer grave wounds!
But this individual remained utterly unharmed?!
Observing the sight ahead, even the cunning Long Tian failed to conceal his astonishment. His face turned markedly graver, with his pupils quivering faintly.
Within mere breaths, the realization dawned on him.
Yi Feng was no mere insect; he was at minimum a powerhouse at Great Perfection of the Heavenly Transformation Stage in the Desolate Realm. Blocking that palm so effortlessly, whether through magical treasure boosts or not, qualified him fully to clash with Long Tian!
Suddenly!
Long Tian's heart jolted fiercely, his breaths turning ragged.
He had never anticipated Cloud Star hiding such a formidable figure. Unavoidably, he began viewing Yi Feng with true gravity, countless doubts swirling in his thoughts.Was this man the Cloud Star Lord?
Yet, no star power from the Heavenly Dao blessed his form; he lacked entirely the majestic presence expected of a Star Lord.
If not the Star Lord...
Then why possess such profound cultivation, emerge abruptly here, and challenge him to combat? Precisely who was he?
Doubts flooded his mind.
Unable to gauge the foe's true power after one exchange, rash action would be foolish. Long Tian could only watch vigilantly, sensing pressure in his chest for the first time ever.
Meanwhile.
Seeing this tense standoff, Yi Feng's anxiety deepened.
He issued another call to fight, his tone sharpening with urgency.
"Lord Star Lord, you surely weren't going all out, were you?"
"We set up this spar. Unless you strike with full force, that feeble, harmless tap won't convince me of your prowess. I refuse to yield, no matter your words!"
These words made Long Tian's brow furrow.
Overbearing!
This fellow was utterly overbearing!
Yet Long Tian conceded the man had reason for it. Daring to challenge so boldly proved he was far from ordinary.
Any strike now demanded full commitment. But the opponent revealed no openings whatsoever, offering no point of assault. A hasty attack might expose Long Tian's weaknesses first, handing the advantage away before true combat ignited. That was no smart play!
Shouldering the Demon Race's vital mission, he dared not risk the tiniest error!
This sudden unknown powerhouse made the predicament ever more vexing for Long Tian.
The standoff dragged on abruptly, the air growing tense and peculiar.
Far off.
Wei Donghai, observing throughout, showed sudden comprehension in his gaze.
As the proverb states, outsiders perceive clearer than those involved.
He grasped the situation far better than Yi Feng!
Lord Star Lord had struck gently, sparing injury out of regard for dignity and rank—that's why Brother Yi stood unhurt. Failing to recognize this kindness was quite misguided.
Even with Lord Star Lord's magnanimity, endless provocations crossed the line. What if he provoked true ire?
Brother Yi's cultivation shone, but his worldly savvy remained naive!
To diffuse the tension, Wei Donghai clasped hands and sent a urgent voice transmission!
"Brother Yi!"
"Brother Yi!"
"What status does Lord Star Lord command? How could he strike you for real? The Lord shows endless patience. Enduring a test strike from him is honor enough. Don't overstep and keep offending!"
Such words brimmed with savvy, offering both parties an elegant exit.
Under normal circumstances.
Parties in conflict would halt there. Opting for peace was standard, potentially forging alliances from rivalry—no feud, just harmony.
In cultivation circles, social graces ruled supreme. More allies beat more foes any day.
Yet now.
Long Tian found these remarks jarringly off-putting!
That lethal palm brimmed with murderous intent, wielding Desolate Ancient Power. Had he not initially dismissed Yi Feng as Heaven Rank trash, demonic techniques would have joined the fray.
Absolute certainty defined Long Tian's approach.
Against mere Yi Feng, he unleashed a devastating blow fit to shatter Desolate Realm foes without mercy. Extreme caution marked his style. Worse, masking all killing aura demanded immense control, far beyond the norm!
He expected pulverized remains, yet the foe stood pristine.
Long Tian seethed inwardly.
Beyond shock, events spiraled poorly. He yearned to slay this unknown Yi Feng instantly, preventing scheme disruptions. Lacking the moment, he held back!
After such exertion, claims of mere probing?
This salted the wounds.
Damn it, making it sound trivial!
If so skilled, probe him yourself!
Wei Donghai's sycophantic drivel fueled his rage without outlet.
Infuriatingly, his maximum effort twisted into 'tolerance'?
Missing the kill to intimidate was tolerable, as was the strike's failure...
Minor missteps. Regrouping would restore honor!
But these unwitting barbs stabbed deepest. Long Tian struggled to compose himself, humiliation surging as forehead veins throbbed!
Were Demon Race forces witnessing, mental collapse might ensue.
Mindful of his role and ongoing facade, Long Tian swallowed urges to thrash Wei Donghai. Eyelids spasming, he froze rigidly silent!
Unaware of truths, Wei Donghai assumed Star Lord's ire and kept mediating remotely.
"Brother Yi, as cultivators, we must recognize bounds and harbor awe. How dare a glowworm rival the moon's glow? End this spar now!"
These words landed.
Long Tian's pale features shadowed deeper!
His strike failed to probe depths, and now these seemed like veiled mockery!
Glowworm versus moon?
Damn!
A petty Saint—calling whom the glowworm?!
Clearly, slaughterous intent flared uncontrollably in Long Tian's eyes!
At last, Yi Feng responded.
Indeed.
This Star Lord hesitated to strike fully, galaxy's apex demanding reputation preservation.
He must attack first, compelling real power in retaliation. Else, this prime chance to court death would slip away.
After brief thought.
Yi Feng nodded faintly, murmuring inwardly.
"To court death, I must offend!"
Decision firm.
Starlight gleamed in Yi Feng's eyes. Right hand fingers curled tight, he adopted a pose and launched a direct punch forward!
The punch appeared utterly mundane. No blazing speed, no sly ambush—just the standard battle opener.
Likewise, no excess flair or cosmic disturbances. The motion mirrored closely the prior palm.
Nevertheless.
Once unleashed!
Long Tian, mid-rage, faced a storm-like pressure barreling in. His core chilled abruptly, icy dread crawling his back!
He jolted alert.
Discerning the sight, pupils shook wildly in terror!
The plain fist image exuded unprecedented dread might. The fist phantom drank heaven-earth energies, ballooning manifold like a living entity.
Instantly.
The fist phantom loomed heaven-spanning, plummeting like a crimson sun's descent!
