I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1398: Sure Win

Deafening roars of battle reverberated through the ancient passageway, while blood floated amid the starry void.

Long Tian's innate talent had always been exceptional, and with guidance from the Demon Venerable since youth, he towered above all in the Demon Race's younger generation. He blazed like sun and moon, utterly surpassing the prior elites of the Demon Race.

If this were before.

He could simply wield his natal demonic weapon, needing little cultivation, to crush these fellow Demon Race members.

Regrettably, a horrifying monk observed the fight from afar today.

Long Tian refrained from unleashing any demonic aura, terrified of revealing himself and inviting doom, forcing him to battle in his weakest style.

Upon clashing, his hesitation placed him at a disadvantage, quietly closing the vast gap between them.

Yet the demons grew fiercer with every exchange, displaying savage ferocity.

Despite heavy losses, elites from diverse races showed no trace of fear. They charged like berserkers, ignorant of Long Tian's identity, each strike lethal and inflicting multiple injuries on him!

A massive halberd sliced across his chest, shredding his blood-soaked white robes and carving a deep gash into his flesh. Without Long Tian's deep cultivation sealing his demonic blood, his secret would have been laid bare!

Nevertheless.

Long Tian endured the agony through clenched teeth, fixing a icy glare on the demon before him.

Upon closer inspection, alongside the Bull Demon Race stood Long Yi, another from the Black Flood Dragon Race.

Suddenly.

Ferocious glints flared in Long Tian's gaze as he growled through voice transmission!

"Bastard!"

"Long Yi, are you insane? We grew up together, and I have no desire to slay you. Will you truly attack to kill?!"

Yet right after his words, Long Yi acted as if deaf to them. His face twisted in fury and sorrow, his murderous aura surging anew!

"Long Tian!"

"Today, we shall avenge our kin and utterly shatter your soul, you foe!"

His bellow prompted the other demons to roar in furious unison!

Momentarily, palpable killing intent engulfed the starry expanse, advancing like a tidal wave of blood ready to devour all in the cosmos!

Completely destroy my soul...?

Hearing the thunderous cries and witnessing the demons' frenzied assault, Long Tian's eyes grew colder still. He heaved ragged breaths, blood dripping from his hands, falling utterly silent.

He understood fully now.

This was a desperate fight to the death, negotiation impossible.

In dire straits, he had slain merely a handful of Bull Demon clansmen, yet it led to this peril. The Demon Venerable disregarded their history entirely, dispatching hordes of elites to pursue him.

Ultimately, he amounted to a disposable piece, worth less than a score of Bull Demons.

What grand Demon Race cause...

What vow to lead the Demon Race's tomorrow.

All mere lies from the Demon Venerable?!

How utterly tragic!

A storm of emotions churned in Long Tian's heart, a profound sense of cornered despair. In this instant, deeper thoughts fled him. As the demons lunged collectively, he resisted desperately, seeking any chance to strike back.

Even more disheartening, Long Yi—his childhood companion—ignored their bond completely. He now unveiled his true form, channeling primal might for their ultimate killing technique!

"Heavenly Dragon Barren Mountain Bump!"

A voice he knew well boomed, as a hundred-zhang black dragon barreled sideways with horrifying power!

Buoyed by that immense size and cultivation, it resembled an unstoppable colossal weapon, its edge peerless. In a flash, it pulverized starry debris in its path, grinding even fallen demon remnants to dust like mere stones!

At the sound, Long Tian glanced back, his gaze darkening!

Heavenly Dragon Barren Mountain Bump...

This secret art from the Black Flood Dragon Race's heritage demanded supreme bloodline gifts and over 20,000 years of immersion in the Black Pool for any hope of mastery.

In the younger generation of the Black Flood Dragon Race today, only he and Long Yi had mastered this technique. It would never be unleashed unless facing a dire life-or-death crisis!

Long Yi was utterly intent on slaying him.

The Demon Venerable had surely commanded his death.

Was he truly deemed less valuable than mere Bull Demons? The Demon Venerable proved heartless beyond measure, denying him even a moment to speak. Over trivial losses, he demanded Long Tian's life in exchange?

Decades of steadfast loyalty had all gone to waste!

Damn it!!!

The colossal black dragon shadow descended oppressively, driving Long Tian into utter rage. A frenzied crimson glow surged in his eyes as he exploded with his peak cultivation, bellowing fiercely to counterattack!

"Bang!"

A deafening sonic blast tore through the starry expanse, its shockwaves reverberating across hundreds of thousands of miles.

Debris hurtled wildly amid the stars, while devastating energy swept outward without bounds. The demons' heartrending screams, intertwined with near-mad roars of reluctance, were swallowed entirely by the endless cosmos.

After a full half-hour passed.

Long Tian, clad in ragged attire, stood solitary, staring at the subtle blood-red mist drifting through the starry void, his gaze swirling with intricate emotions—unclear if triumph or grief dominated.

From birth, he viewed himself as a prodigy among the Demon Race, later earning the Demon Venerable's favor with promises of succession. Through years of meticulous guidance, he stood ready to give all for the Demon Race.

Unexpectedly...

Ultimately, he faced pursuit from his own Demon Race, nearly forfeiting his life.

Though he barely emerged victorious now, Long Tian still shuddered with residual terror. Those lethal auras from moments ago were no illusion—the Demon Race genuinely sought his demise. Without his exceptional aptitude and recent cultivation advance, survival here would have been impossible!

Reflecting on that clash, Long Tian's wounded frame quivered faintly, whether from true dread or seething fury within.

Gazing at his shaking hands, the ferocity in Long Tian's eyes intensified!

With matters reaching this point, no fault lay with him.

The Demon Venerable harbored killing intent, so abandoning his demonic ties made sense. You show no mercy, so I return none. A demon must prioritize self-preservation, or heaven and earth will crush him!

He let out a heavy breath.

Clenching his teeth, Long Tian whirled about, transforming into a streak of light hurtling toward the silhouette beyond Cloud Star!

As he drew near.

He clasped his fists in deep respect, his Star Lord demeanor now flawlessly natural.

"Master, you must have been frightened."

"My cultivation is shallow, and I never foresaw such ferocity from these demons. As Cloud Star's Lord, I feel truly ashamed..."

Chen Kunpeng shook his head at these words, a trace of lament crossing his features.

Long Tian no longer bore his prior refined poise. His once-pristine robes were soaked in blood, shredded beyond recognition, reduced to mere tatters draped over his shoulders—a pitiful spectacle.

This Star Lord had given everything he had.

Witnessing such a sight, Chen Kunpeng no longer minded Long Tian's earlier crudeness. Even with the man's limited Buddha nature, reproach felt unwarranted.

With a slight nod, he offered assurance right then.

"Amitabha..."

"Benefactor, serving as this Star Lord has been no small feat. Risking your life to safeguard Cloud Star's tranquility is truly praiseworthy."

"My Buddha shows mercy. For shielding all beings, this poor monk vows to grant you fortune another day."

"Excellent, excellent..."

The resonant chant grew ever more transcendent, resounding like celestial music across the realms.

Long Tian froze upon hearing it.

Though branded a traitor by the Demon Race and pursued relentlessly, this monk exuded immense might with bottomless cultivation. Securing a boon from him could pave a new path forward?

This thought sparked eager hope in Long Tian as he lifted his gaze.

Only then did he notice Chen Kunpeng had already retreated into Cloud Planet, plunging him back into bewilderment and suspicion. Scarred by the Demon Venerable's chase, Long Tian refused to trust vows lightly anymore.

Why had the monk vanished in an instant?

He hadn't specified when that "future" opportunity would come. Was it just another hollow pledge?

This cannot stand!

Panic surged through him the deeper he dwelled on it. Long Tian instantly morphed into a beam of light, pursuing Chen Kunpeng as they plunged down to Cloud Planet.

Once the auras of both had utterly faded away.

Within the profound gloom of the starry sky's depths, a colossal black eye abruptly opened, blinked repeatedly, then softly sealed shut, vanishing back into the shadows.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Demon Race's black tower hall.

The High Priest guided the crystal ball to descend gradually, causing the projected scenes to erase entirely. The assembled demons grinned broadly, behaving as though they had just claimed a grand accomplishment.

As the High Priest spun to grovel and praise, the sycophantic praises from the demons erupted across the chamber!

"Your Excellency is wise! Young Master Long Tian is indeed traveling with human experts. After Your Excellency's brilliant plan, he will definitely be able to successfully infiltrate the human ranks!"

"Your Excellency's wisdom is something we can only look up to!"

"Not just look up to! Even if all our tribes were added together, we wouldn't compare to Your Excellency's little finger!"

"Who says otherwise! Old Bull here never expected that humans actually have such terrifying monks. It seems this Cloud Planet really has something to it; it's worthy of being the center of the galaxy!"

"Hehe, so what if that monk has incredible cultivation? Isn't he still being played in the palm of Your Excellency's hand?"

"With Your Excellency leading us, our race will definitely be able to sweep across the universe and rule for all eternity!"

"Sweep across the universe, rule for all eternity!"

...

Hundreds of demon leaders prostrated together, their roars reverberating through the shadowy realms.

Atop the throne.

A piercing gleam shot from the Demon Venerable's crimson eyes, unveiling a smug grin of total mastery.

This scheme of self-inflicted injury was utterly impeccable. Following this clash, Long Tian's standing among humans would solidify immensely. He could surely supplant the absent Star Lord and dupe every human in the galaxy.

The Demon Race had triumph firmly within reach!