I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1449: What If I Stand Against the World

As Yi Feng's shout of inquiry pierced the air.

A wave of panic flickered in the eyes of numerous young cultivators, who averted their gazes, unwilling to meet his stare.

However, at the forefront of these individuals, several figures from the Snow Moon Holy Land advanced with nonchalance, hands clasped behind their backs and radiating an air of disdain and arrogance.

"Why?"

"You traitor, for pilfering our Holy Land's secret treasure and shattering the cultivation endeavors of the entire Nanli Nation! Your ingratitude knows no bounds, and any person has the right to bring you to justice!"

"And you still possess the audacity to question why?"

Pilfering a treasure?

Ingratitude?

Observing the absolute self-righteousness of the opposing party as they spoke, Yi Feng found it almost impossible to fathom the sheer thickness of their skin, to spew such blatant falsehoods with the intent to defame him!

It was unequivocally the Snow Moon Holy Land that had initially employed the prodigies of various nations as mere human cauldrons, secretly perpetuating unspeakable demonic arts. Yet, here they were, shamelessly shifting the blame and falsely accusing him!

Truly, such conduct was befitting of a Holy Land!

Yi Feng offered a cold smile, deeming the shameless disciples of the Holy Land unworthy of his attention.

His gaze swept across the gathered crowd, discerning that the cultivators from the various sects all wore expressions of moral outrage. It was evident they wholeheartedly accepted the Snow Moon Holy Land's narrative, branding him a traitorous thief.

Under the barrage of slander from a prominent Holy Land, Yi Feng understood the futility of self-defense.

Their judgment, based purely on a one-sided account, had already condemned him as a traitor and set them on his pursuit.

Was this the prevailing morality of this world?

He suspected it was merely the so-called truth dictated by the dominance of power!

The esteemed orthodox sects were, in essence, no different.

He resolved to disregard the opinions of others. Nevertheless, upon witnessing his former junior brothers standing in awkward silence, a chill permeated his heart, prompting him to reiterate his question in a profound tone.

"Do you, too, perceive me as a traitor who absconded with the treasure?"

"We once shared the tutelage of the same Master. You should inherently comprehend the true nature of my character, Yi Feng, far better than anyone else!"

As his query concluded, the attention of tens of thousands of cultivators shifted towards those select individuals.

Under the weight of countless gazes, the aforementioned individuals felt an immense pressure bearing down upon them. Even if a glimmer of hesitation initially surfaced in their eyes, it swiftly transmuted into resolute defiance as they angrily rebuked him with righteous indignation!

"You..."

"You are a traitor! This directive originates from the Holy Land; how could it possibly be fabricated!"

"Halt your insidious attempts to manipulate us with cunning words, you demonic traitor! Though our cultivation might be lacking, we stand with over ten thousand fellow Daoists to support us. Today, we shall undoubtedly bring you to justice. This is the explicit command of our Master!"

Master...

The final utterance struck Yi Feng, causing a tremor to ripple through his eyes.

Within his mind, the image of the venerable elder, once possessing a kindly countenance, materialized, and the sincere teachings imparted over countless years echoed anew. His remembrance of that benevolence had compelled Yi Feng, even after achieving renown, to frequently return to the sect in secret, bestowing precious resources and cultivation techniques.

He had never anticipated this.

The very Master whose benevolence was etched into his memory as profoundly as a mountain was, in fact, the individual who personally commanded his pursuit!

The cherished master-disciple bond and the ingrained familiarity of years spent as fellow disciples were demonstrably inferior to the unsubstantiated narrative of the Snow Moon Holy Land...

The worldly ties of existence were, indeed, nothing more than this.

At this precise juncture.

Yi Feng suddenly perceived the underlying reality of many matters and, casting his gaze skyward, erupted into resonant laughter!

"Hahaha..."

The emotion conveyed by this laughter remained ambiguous, evoking only a profound sense of desolation. Amplified by his formidable cultivation base, the sound reverberated throughout the entirety of Soul-Severing Cliff, casting a tense pall over the gathered cultivators from all factions!

Beneath the scrutinizing eyes of the assembled multitude.

Yi Feng gradually subdued his laughter. With his left hand, he unfastened the wine gourd from his waist, uncorked it, and raised it high above his head. The wine cascaded downwards like a torrent as he began to drink with great fervor!

As the clear liquor was gulped down, the crimson stains of blood upon his person presented a stark contrast!

Witnessing this spectacle, many exchanged bewildered glances. The boundless heroism emanating from his extraordinary aura evoked a sense of awe. Despite Yi Feng being at the precipice of despair, he stood resolutely by Soul-Severing Cliff, an apparition akin to a god of death, rendering the entire audience into a state of hushed silence!

It was unclear who uttered the first word, a soft murmur that carried with startling clarity in the prevailing quiet.

"Sword energy sweeps across thirty thousand miles, a single sword freezes nineteen provinces..."

The verse, once recited globally in tribute to Yi Feng, now resonated in their ears, striking a deep chord within many. The White-Robed Sword God, it seemed, remained true to his legendary reputation!

Seeing their morale falter, the disciples of the Holy Land felt rage surge within them!

With an authoritative command, they pressed further, their words imbued with the majesty of their lineage.

"Scoundrels!"

"What nineteen provinces frozen solid!"

"He's practically at his last breath now, and there are nearly ten thousand of you. Even if each of you contributed a single spit, it would be enough to drown him! With victory assured, why do you hesitate to attack?"

"Do you expect our Holy Land to step in and deal with this traitor for your Nanli Nation personally?"

"Hmm!?"

After the Holy Land disciples' sharp glares and stern admonishments, the various sects could only grit their teeth and comply!

"What the esteemed lords say is absolutely correct; we shall attack immediately!"

"Everyone, launch a unified assault and eliminate this villain!"

Following the rallying cries, the vast multitude of cultivators finally mustered sufficient courage. They drew their swords, ascending into the clouds with purpose. The overwhelming number of figures was beyond counting, forming an impenetrable cordon around Soul-Severing Cliff!

Observing the sky blanketed with figures.

Yi Feng set aside his wine gourd, his grip tightening around his longsword. He advanced, shedding all lingering attachments and concerns, his gaze consumed entirely by a fervent battle intent!

What a pretense of righteous sects...

What a facade of hypocrisy from the Holy Land!

Today, he was determined to make these contemptible individuals pay with their lives. Even in death, he would ensure enough of them were dragged down to become his companions in the grave!

Just as he was preparing to charge and bring forth his blade's fury.

Abruptly!

A dark figure descended from the heavens, forcefully intercepting his advance!

With a simple gesture, the figure repelled the initial wave of dozens of assailants. This extraordinary display of power stunned the assembled crowd, causing the figures filling the sky to halt in their tracks!

Recognizing the familiar silhouette, Yi Feng's expression shifted to one of disbelief.

"You..."

He had never dared to entertain the possibility that, at his moment of utter betrayal and isolation, this seemingly carefree individual, with whom he had no prior obligations, would appear to offer assistance.

The youth clad in black remained remarkably composed, extending a hand to halt Yi Feng's utterance.

He then surveyed the assembled heroes and declared with icy resolve.

"This humble one was merely passing by and overheard the commotion, prompting my arrival. Who would have imagined that the individual at the center of this affair is, in fact, a creditor of this master."

"Given this circumstance, I find myself compelled to intervene."

"Throughout my life, I have always upheld a clear distinction between gratitude and grievances. Repaying debts is a principle recognized by heaven and earth. If you were to slay my creditor, to whom would I then settle my own debt?"

"Should you wish to kill him, you must first seek my consent!"

This single act silenced the entire assembly, his declaration resonating with unparalleled dominance.

A flicker of apprehension surfaced in the eyes of the major sects, and even the Holy Land disciples recognized the extraordinary nature of the newcomer, their expressions becoming guarded.

Confronting Yi Feng alone had already demanded more manpower and energy than anticipated throughout the night. Now, with the addition of this unknown expert, the situation was rapidly tilting against them.

Should this young man manage to escape by some twist of fate, it would undoubtedly lead to endless complications in the future.

With this thought in mind.

The Holy Land disciples exchanged knowing glances and nodded in agreement. Their designated leader stepped forward to test the waters.

"Your Excellency."

"This matter does not concern you. Our sole objective is to eliminate this villain. As long as you refrain from interfering, you are free to depart unharmed, and our Snow Moon Holy Land shall undoubtedly acknowledge your understanding."

"I trust Your Excellency comprehends the significance of a favor from the Snow Moon Holy Land, do you not?"

"Regarding the debt you mentioned, while we are unaware of any benefits this villain may have provided you, we are prepared to compensate you tenfold. In doing so, Your Excellency would possess no valid reason to continue opposing us."

"As the saying goes, a wise person adapts to the prevailing circumstances. Your Excellency is clearly an intelligent individual, thus there should be no need for further elaboration on the choice you ought to make, correct?"

These meticulously crafted words not only offered the esteemed favor of the Holy Land but also explicitly stated their readiness to recompense the debt tenfold, aiming to resolve the situation amicably.

This grand, yet hollow, promise was presented with such smooth persuasion that their intentions were laid bare from the moment they spoke.

Instantly.

Numerous geniuses from the various sects exhibited stares filled with covetous envy, wishing fervently they could embody the young man in black.

Sensing the ardent gazes cast upon them from all sides, the disciples of the Holy Land swelled with pride. Their smiles revealed an air of superiority, as if victory was already within their grasp.

Little did they anticipate that in the very next moment, the youth in black would let out a chilling, disdainful sneer!

"Snow Moon Holy Land?"

"What kind of audacity do you possess? You actually think you're worthy of making this Young Master step aside?"

"Furthermore, my debt is as vast as the heavens. Relying on mere words, you speak of repayment tenfold? Such grand pronouncements reveal your ignorance of the world's immensity; it's only fit to deceive children!"

"A single glance tells me you're a habitual liar, daring to trick anyone. You haven't even bothered to ascertain this Young Master's identity! You're truly like a tadpole sporting a frog's tattoo—what exactly are you trying to show off!"

The moment he spoke, a torrent of scathing remarks erupted, showing no quarter whatsoever!

The sudden verbal onslaught left the assembled eminent Sects in stunned silence. They had absolutely not anticipated the newcomer's domineering demeanor. Simultaneously, the disciples of the Holy Land turned ashen, their entire beings quivering with rage!

A debt surpassing the heavens?

Even the Xueyue Holy Land could not afford to settle it?

This was patently, utterly untrue!

Even the dullest mind could discern at this juncture that this young man cloaked in black was resolutely determined to shield Yi Feng. He held the prestige of the Xueyue Holy Land in utter contempt, which was precisely why he dared to unleash such offensive gibes!

His audacity truly reached the celestial realms!

When had the disciples of the Holy Land ever endured such flagrant humiliation? They immediately let out furious roars!

"Scoundrel! Villain!"

"You dare to defame my Holy Land! Your sole recourse is a death without proper burial rites!"

"What are the major Sects still hesitating for? Swiftly dispatch these two into ten thousand fragments!"

In an instant, nearly ten thousand cultivators ascended, their swords unsheathed!

Sensing that a fight to the bitter end was inevitable, Yi Feng suddenly felt no trace of fear. His gaze was fixed solely on the dashing silhouette in black before him, imbued with an ineffable sense of profound emotion and guilt.

Despite the sky being obscured by sword cultivators, and the situation being exceedingly perilous, no one else occupied his vision. He merely observed the black silhouette and emitted a sigh.

"Alas..."

"Why must you resort to such measures."

"Do you comprehend that by acting thus, you are likely to alienate every Sect within the Nanli Kingdom? Is this course of action truly worthwhile?"

The instant his words concluded.

The young man clad in black turned his head with a smile, his appearance as dashing and untamed as ever.

"Worth it! Without question, it is worth it!"

"This Young Master acts purely for his own pleasure and freedom. Who gives a damn about any Sects or Holy Lands? If they offend my sight, then damn them all!"

"If you were to perish here, where would this Young Master find such exquisite wine? To speak nothing of becoming enemies with the Sects of the Nanli Kingdom, what matter if I incur the wrath of the entire world!"

"Right, do you still possess any wine? Bestow a sip upon this Young Master! I am already indebted to you, so a few more sips can merely be reckoned as accrued interest!"

These pronouncements rendered Yi Feng utterly speechless, a powerful surge of warmth coursing through his heart.

Gazing upon that grinning visage, his throat constricted involuntarily. Even if he harbored thousands of words of profound gratitude, they remained unspoken. He could only retrieve the wine gourd from his hip and playfully toss it over.

"Catch!"

"My interest carries a hefty price, you had best consider it carefully!"

The young man in black deftly secured the wine gourd, let out a carefree chuckle, and began to drink heartily!

"Hahaha!"

"In any case, this Young Master is currently devoid of funds, so it matters not as long as I drink and find enjoyment in the present moment! As for the eventual interest, it shall undoubtedly be settled at a later date!"

"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."

Following a prolonged draught.

Observing the multitude of cultivators descending like an overwhelming force, their lives poised on the precipice of an Götterdämmerung!

The young man in black discarded the depleted gourd, drew the longsword from his back, and executed a wrist flick. In an instant, a hundred individuals were propelled outwards, their anguished cries piercing the heavens!

This was Yi Feng's inaugural observation of his combat prowess, and he secretly marveled at the extraordinary nature of his techniques.

As a fellow sword cultivator, an ineffable yearning for victory involuntarily bloomed within his heart. Despite the severe drain on his cultivation, his right hand executed a sword flourish, and instantaneously, sword Qi surged skyward like a resplendent rainbow!

Subsequent to this single sword stroke.

Equally, over a hundred sword cultivators met their demise on the spot, and the very clouds were sundered by the unleashed sword Qi!

Witnessing this particular sword strike, numerous cultivators felt an icy dread permeate their beings, inevitably recalling the appellation of the White-Clothed Sword God. Their initial reluctance to engage transformed into panicked shrieks of terror, morphing into the desperate actions of fugitives under the shadow of imminent death!

Regardless of how refined and graceful these renowned Sect prodigies had once appeared, at this juncture, their basest natures were laid bare for all to see!

Despite the overwhelming murderous aura descending from the heavens, the young man clad in black remained utterly unfazed. His gaze was fixed upon the sword qi that sliced through the clouds, and a spontaneous exclamation of admiration escaped his lips!

"Magnificent swordsmanship!"

"Your technique truly possesses merit. As expected of the one who is indebted to this Young Master!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Feng found himself drawn into the man's dashing charisma. Propping up his severely wounded body, he slowly advanced to stand beside his companion, turning back with a smile.

"Hahaha."

"Naturally!"

"This day belongs to me. With all these orthodox Sects converging to hunt me, how could I possibly allow you to claim all the glory? If I let you showcase your divine power unopposed, where would my dignity as the creditor stand?"

Yi Feng's declaration brought an even wider grin to the young man in black's face. With a surge of heroic passion, he pointed his sword skyward!

"Excellent!"

"Today, we shall face the enemy as brothers-in-arms, fighting to our heart's delight!"

With his declaration delivered, he surged forward, sword raised towards the firmament. Yi Feng followed suit, ascending into the sky. The duo then charged headlong into the immense formation of sword cultivators that filled the air. Faced with their onslaught, the multitude of sword cultivators proved to be no more formidable than mere chickens and clay dogs!

The so-called prodigies couldn't even withstand a single clash!

In a mere instant.

Sword lights erupted like a cascade of white jade, and sprays of blood mist bloomed like the hues of a setting sun. Even the newly emerged morning sun seemed dim in comparison, and shrieks of terror reverberated across the land!

Soul-Severing Valley, where ten thousand souls met their severance!