I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1416: Your Excellency must be the mastermind behind the scenes, right

An absolute stillness enveloped the surroundings.

Liu Tiannan, positioned on one knee, gazed with wide, bewildered eyes, as if encountering a specter.

He had been perfectly fine mere moments ago; how did he find himself in this kneeling posture?

Just as he was preparing to unleash his divine ability, his hands inexplicably moved, forcefully gripping the opponent's longsword. The entire sequence felt entirely beyond his command, and the formidable might of the heavens and earth vanished without a trace.

How could such a thing be possible?!

At this very instant.

Sensing the profound silence, Liu Tiannan felt a deep embarrassment, his shock and disbelief escalating further.

He suddenly lifted his gaze, demanding with a stern voice!

"You! What sort of dark magic is this?!"

"Why is this esteemed self not even in control of my own actions? This must be an illicit technique! As a human, you've stooped to practicing such sorcery like an evil cultivator. You are truly corrupt, and any person has the right to end your life!"

Witnessing the aged man's face contorted with shame and fury, immediately labeling him as an evil cultivator with such a severe accusation.

Li Jin let out a chuckle.

A single exchange, and he was now branded a demonic entity?

While this elder might be inexperienced, he certainly possessed a talent for falsely accusing others.

It was likely futile to engage in logical discourse with such an individual.

With no other recourse, Li Jin inquired coldly.

"Whether you choose to believe it or not, this is the 100% Bare-Handed Blade Catching Technique, not some nefarious art.

You don't need to understand the intricacies. If you concede defeat and enter seclusion immediately, I might spare you. Otherwise, you will face the repercussions."

With his chilling declaration, Li Jin delivered a swift kick, shattering the tense standoff.

"Bang!"

In the ensuing moment, Liu Tiannan was propelled backward over a hundred zhang, gouging a perfectly straight chasm across the icy expanse. He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his face grim as he looked upward, the shame and anger in his eyes burning even brighter.

"Hmph!"

"To rely on some devilish technique and dare to act so presumptuously, even spouting nonsense about a 100% Bare-Handed Blade Catching Technique? Do you imagine you can intimidate this venerable self with such falsehoods? Do you take me for a mere infant?"

"Your underestimation of this seat is your gravest miscalculation! Once I unleash my true divine ability, you shall undoubtedly regret your actions!"

Speaking thus, Liu Tiannan clenched his teeth, rising to his feet as he began to circulate his cultivation. His palms gathered the supreme, desolate ancient power, and the very world seemed to shift once more.

"Ice Seal..."

That unyielding stance clearly indicated a lack of sufficient lesson learned. He truly wouldn't shed a tear until facing the inevitable end.

It appeared forceful persuasion was the only remaining option.

Li Jin offered a helpless shake of his head and casually brandished his sword.

In the very next instant.

A familiar dull impact echoed as the old man once again found his sword caught by both hands, forcing him to his knees.

His movements seemed marginally more fluid this time, yet his eyes were wide open. The arrogance he previously displayed had diminished somewhat, and his pupils began to quiver incessantly.

"This!"

"It cannot be!"

"With my level of cultivation, how could I be forcefully manipulated into kneeling like a mere puppet by you once more!?"

Li Jin directly posed the question with a steely gaze.

"Do you yield?"

The old man was evidently quite unnerved, his eyes conveying a mixture of panic, humiliation, and anger, yet his lips remained stubbornly defiant.

"This seat... This seat will not yield!"

"If you possess the courage, release me, and we shall engage in a true battle!"

As his words concluded, a "Bang" resonated, followed by the impact of another kick.

The old man was once again sent flying backward for more than a hundred zhang, the trench carved into the ice deepening further.

He laboriously pulled himself up, his face flushed crimson, a terrifying killing intent surfacing in the depths of his eyes. His gaze flickered for a few moments before he impatiently resumed circulating his cultivation.

Evidently, he harbored the belief that he could achieve a different outcome this time.

One could only wonder at the source of his audacity, or perhaps it was sheer rage blinding him. This elder, having suffered a setback, still refused to learn his lesson. Even a donkey understands not to step into the same hole twice.

Such stubbornness was truly a peculiar trait.

To speak of being an ancient being, yet all those countless years seemed to have been lived in vain.

Observing this, Li Jin emitted a sigh of weariness.

"Sigh..."

Then came the sound of a sword slicing through the air, followed by a muffled thud.

"Whoosh!"

"Do you submit?"

"I..."

"Bang!"

Finally.

After expertly tumbling to the ground and gracefully sliding into yet another profound trench, a palpable fear began to dawn in Liu Tiannan's eyes, his gaze becoming a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

He seemed to be entertaining the possibility that this seemingly dark technique held some truth.

While discreetly circulating his cultivation, his eyes were constantly fixed on Li Jin's every movement.

He observed Li Jin preparing to swing his sword once more.

Liu Tiannan's lips quivered as he watched, his aged face flashing between green and red. Then, he erupted into loud curses, his spittle flying wild!

"Brat!"

"You, you, you have no martial integrity!"

"You just keep using this blasted move repeatedly; you're utterly without shame! If you possess any courage, cease this wicked technique and let's establish our stances for a fair duel!"

Upon hearing this.

Li Jin couldn't help but laugh out of sheer exasperation.

Change his technique?

Was this man serious? Any sensible person would never abandon a guaranteed winning move.

How could this elder act so childishly, hurling insults when he was losing, his defenses shattered before any real engagement occurred? This was truly a terrible habit, cultivated from being a senior for far too long!

A stern lesson was in order.

Li Jin decisively brought his sword down.

Gazing at the elder now kneeling before him, he inquired with a smile.

"Do you yield?"

"If you refuse, I'll simply push you aside and inquire again. Should you persist in your stubbornness, I might resort to less honorable tactics."

At this precise moment.

Even the inherently obstinate Liu Tiannan trembled from head to toe. Witnessing Li Jin's grin, an involuntary pang seized his chest, and an icy dread coursed up his spine.

Finally, with a crimson flush, he grit his teeth and bowed his head.

"No!"

"This venerable one... I yield, I yield, alright!"

Simultaneously.

Within a secluded immortal realm nestled in the West.

Deep within a mountain range adorned with imperial tombs, countless daunting ravines carved the landscape. Ouyang Qing, disheveled and disoriented, burst forth from the mountainside, his appearance suggesting he had encountered a specter.

Currently.

He was utterly devoid of the haughty bearing befitting an ancient dignitary. His gaze was laced with astonishment and bewilderment, leaving him looking rather wretched.

Within his field of vision.

A robed, bald figure approached, his vacant eyes rolling to reveal their whites.

This individual, by all appearances, seemed no more than a random passerby. Yet, at this juncture, he held Ouyang Qing's attention captive, his face contorted in dread as he gasped for air.

"Huff... Huff..."

As he drew ragged breaths, an overwhelming pressure permeated his entire being.

Too formidable.

This bald man possessed absurd strength!

What seemed like a casual trio of punches had utterly decimated him, leaving him defenseless. In a mere blink, he found himself grievously wounded. Even his innate divine abilities proved insufficient in a single exchange.

The disparity was as vast as the heavens and earth, instilling a sense of despair even within Ouyang Qing.

Observing his adversary halt once more, now a hundred zhang distant.

His breath hitched, and an involuntary wave of panic washed over him!

From afar.

The bald man, having ceased his advance, cupped a hand over his mouth and called out with an innocuous expression.

"Hey, old man!"

"You'd best concede defeat willingly, or I'll be compelled to escalate things!"

Hearing these words, Ouyang Qing's aged face flushed with fury!

The devastating fist intent he had just witnessed was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Even Elder Jiang's finger, which had severed the demonic path in times past, might not have matched its potency.

And this person claimed he hadn't exerted his full might?

This was utterly inconceivable!

Curses!

This impudent little monk certainly knew how to boast!

Ouyang Qing's rage ignited instantly, and he gritted his teeth, shouting with profound indignation!

"Scoundrel!"

"You vile demon, how dare you spew such degrading words? I shall not endure this insult, no matter the cost. Even if it means risking my very life, I shall fight you to the bitter end!"

Witnessing the elder's face contort with palpable anger, Bai Qiyu absently scratched the back of his head.

"Why is this elder so resolute? It appears he does possess some caliber."

Muttering to himself, a sharp gleam flickered within Bai Qiyu's eyes.

"No alternative, I suppose I must apply a bit more effort."

As his words faded, Bai Qiyu firmly clenched his right fist, drew it back a mere few inches to gather momentum, and then unleashed it with immense force in a single, powerful swing!

"Serious Punch!"

The technique appeared mundane, and its name was less than inspiring.

Ouyang Qing dared not harbor a shred of complacency. He channeled his entire cultivation base, even going so far as to ignite his divine soul, fully preparing himself to face his opponent's ultimate, fatal blow.

However.

Just as the punch was about to be delivered, Ouyang Qing was suddenly gripped by panic.

His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in disbelief!

Within his sight.

The spectral manifestation of the fist erupted, skyrocketing towards the heavens in an instant. It grew to an colossal size, capable of engulfing the entire deep valley before him, seemingly powerful enough to rend the very fabric of existence.

Even if a Demon God were to strike, it would pale in comparison!

Death!

A terrifying premonition overwhelmed his senses, and cold sweat beaded on Ouyang Qing's skin in sheer terror.

In that fleeting moment.

All color drained from his face, and his mind went completely blank. His prior feelings of shame and anger vanished without a trace, and he no longer possessed even a shred of courage to fight back.

Seeing death fast approaching, he could only subconsciously scream with all his might!

"I surrender!!!"

His voice shook the heavens and moved the earth.

The phantom of the Demon God's fist came to an abrupt halt.

Even so.

An endless storm was stirred up by the momentum of the punch, sending earth and rocks flying and turning the world into a hazy blur!

"Boom!"

Fierce winds swept past his ears, the shockwaves slicing across his cheeks.

Yet Ouyang Qing seemed unable to feel the pain. He let the cold sweat roll down his temples, his throat the only thing moving as he swallowed uncontrollably.

"Gulp..."

Behind him.

The boundless gale had leveled mountains, instantly transforming thousands of miles into a barren desert.

Similar terrifying displays of might continued to spread across every corner of the Cloud Star, frightening many reclusive powerhouses into hugging their coffin lids and trembling. Even the slumbering Ancient Great Sage Jiang Yuan was alarmed into making an appearance.

He had been standing quietly above the surface of the sea for a long time, his fingers continuously forming hand seals.

When he stopped his movements, his eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment!

"Feng Jiuxiao has no aura at all, Lei Qianjue is far away in the sea of stars, and two other fellow Daoists also have faint auras. What exactly happened to reduce them to such a state?"

"Various terrifying auras separated by billions of miles appearing simultaneously, what divine being could be responsible for this? How could such an existence be present in today's Cloud Star?"

"After exchanging blows with that junior who strayed onto the evil path, how could these anomalies occur one after another!"

"Could it be..."

Amidst his shock and doubt, Jiang Yuan's gaze suddenly froze.

Behind him, ripples slowly surfaced in the void. A languid figure stepped out steadily, their aura so profound and unfathomable that even Jiang Yuan could not discern their background for a moment!

The newcomer spoke softly, bringing the surrounding ocean waves to a standstill.

"Old senior, I hope you understand the times and refrain from appearing in the world to disrupt the current status quo of the Cloud Star."

Hearing this voice.

Jiang Yuan's expression turned solemn.

In his mind, various anomalies flashed incessantly, piecing themselves together as if connected by some unseen thread, causing a heavy glint to flash in his eyes!

The next moment.

The Ancient Great Sage slowly turned his head, a chilling intent gleaming in his eyes!

"That junior really does have an accomplice!"

"It seems that your excellency is the true mastermind controlling everything from behind the scenes. If my guess is correct, the various anomalies that just occurred on the Cloud Star, and the uncertain fates of my fellow Daoists, are all inextricably linked to you!"

Canker sores, I got over fifty blisters in my mouth, damn it.