I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1469: Breaking Down the Whole into Parts

Following a solitary clash of force.

Feng Mofeng, the esteemed Fourth Elder of the Heavenly Fate Sect, displayed an even greater degree of astonishment.

Having established a formidable reputation over countless years, he had traversed the Yandang Mountains with few rivals. Even with his honored position within the Heavenly Fate Sect, he seldom encountered such potent sword intent.

With the palm strike he had just executed, he knew he hadn't underestimated his opponents. He had channeled eighty percent of his cultivation base. Coupled with the Heavenly Fate Sect Master's directives prior to his departure, his assault was executed with extreme haste, aiming to catch them entirely off guard!

It had been an age since he had unleashed an attack with such gravity.

However, to his profound shock.

The two young men arrayed before him not only exhibited extensive combat experience, launching instantaneous counterattacks without the slightest hint of panic, but they also wielded a sword intent that surpassed all expectation.

Through that single exchange, he keenly perceived the chilling, lethal aura emanating from their sword intent. Without having been honed through innumerable life-and-death confrontations, such mastery would be unattainable!

For these youths, to possess cultivation at the Heavenly Sun Realm and such formidable sword intent at their tender age—the amalgamation of so many exceptional qualities within a single entity was sufficient to deem them monstrous prodigies!

Even a figure of Feng Mofeng's stature was deeply unsettled, a flicker of apprehension manifesting in his gaze!

In stark contrast.

Yi Feng and the Youth in Black appeared considerably more composed.

From their brief engagement, they clearly discerned that the disparity between them was not as immense as they had initially surmised. Though this elder held a slight advantage in cultivation realm, he was not a full major realm superior. With the combined efforts of both of them fighting in unison, they possessed a non-negligible chance of victory.

With this realization dawning upon them, the pair silently exchanged a knowing glance.

Reinforced by years of ingrained mutual understanding, words were unnecessary. They ascended into the air in unison, two torrents of sword intent slicing through the nocturnal expanse!

Witnessing this, Feng Mofeng also met their onslaught with his utmost power!

For a period.

Blade-light danced across the heavens, piercing the shroud of night! Ear-splitting explosions reverberated like the roll of thunder. The tempestuous collision of spiritual energy within this grand confrontation was of a magnitude sufficient to be indelibly imprinted upon the memories of all witnesses for eternity.

As the minutes ticked by, Yi Feng and the Youth in Black battled with escalating ferocity. Despite their relatively short cultivation durations and slightly inferior cultivation bases, the inherent advantage of their youth began to manifest prominently.

These two sworn brothers, who had carved their path through rivers of blood, seemed to possess an inexhaustible reservoir of spiritual energy. Their fighting spirit was unyielding, each successive move more devastating than the last.

Even while locked in a desperate struggle for survival, the pair appeared to be acquiring fresh insights, experiencing continuous growth as if immersed in a cultivation session. Furthermore, their flawless coordination gradually allowed them to seize the initiative!

This monstrous combat capability left all onlookers utterly astounded.

Upon the grounds of the New Sword Sect, now marred by fragmented structures and widespread devastation, individuals from both factions gazed blankly towards the celestial canopy, their hearts besieged by escalating waves of disbelief.

Perceiving yet another surge of sword intent hurtling towards him.

Suspended mid-air, Feng Mofeng felt a profound tremor within his being. The battle was becoming increasingly taxing. A sinister premonition suddenly gripped him: if this war of attrition persisted, he might genuinely confront the peril of defeat!

While evading to the side, his peripheral vision caught sight of the assembled crowd below.

Instantly.

A cunning stratagem formed in Feng Mofeng's mind, a malevolent glint flashing within his eyes.

He unleashed a sudden palm strike, projecting terrifying spiritual energy in a crushing descent directly towards the disciples of the New Sword Sect!

Under the immense pressure of such potent cultivation, the disciples felt as though Mount Tai itself was bearing down upon them. Although they were abruptly jolted from their stupor, they found themselves utterly incapable of resistance. The despair of imminent demise surged in every pair of eyes!

Yi Feng had just completed a sword thrust and was positioned too far to intervene and rescue them. Upon witnessing this, the Youth in Black swiftly redirected his sword, releasing a beam of sword energy to intercept the descending palm strike!

Regrettably, his last-ditch rescue attempt proved insufficient.

Though that sword strike carried considerable power, it only managed to negate a minuscule portion of the palm's overwhelming force!

Bang!

Following a deafening sonic boom, residual shockwaves propagated outwards. Over a dozen disciples of the New Sword Sect perished instantly, disintegrating into clouds of crimson mist!

Observing this horrific scene, Yi Feng was consumed by incandescent fury and prepared to surge forward with a ferocious assault!

For the first time in numerous years, he experienced such profound rage. This contemptible tactic had irrevocably ignited his resolve to fight until his very last breath!

In a mere instant.

Yi Feng's presence evoked the past scene at Soul-Severing Cliff, a chilling coldness radiating from his entire being. Though dressed in white, he appeared as menacing as if he had emerged from a sea of blood!

Sensing the potent battle intent, the greatly fatigued Feng Mofeng quickly retreated!

Despite the Youth in Black's relentless pursuit with sword drawn, Feng Mofeng vanished without a trace.

Witnessing the escape of that detestable villain and unable to vent his immense fury, Yi Feng could only descend to the ground, sword in hand, to eliminate the invading forces of the Heavenly Fate Sect!

Crimson blood stained the martial arts arena of the New Sword Sect, and sounds of protest echoed through the night.

After an extended period.

The night assault finally concluded, resulting in a grim and costly triumph.

The elders and disciples gathered the fallen bodies of their sect brethren, their silence heavy with emotion. Their faces were etched with regret and frustration. Faced with an insurmountable disparity in power, they felt only a profound sense of helplessness and self-reproach. Beyond imprinting this bitter feud upon their hearts and ensuring a proper burial for their fallen comrades, there was little else they could do.

Daybreak had begun to paint the sky.

The New Sword Sect was utterly transformed, its former glory obliterated. The remaining few dozen individuals stood amidst the wreckage, their jaws clenched as they stared at Yi Feng.

Sect Master!

If we hadn't been a burden, even that old scoundrel, an Elder of the Heavenly Fate Sect, wouldn't have stood a chance against you and the Chief Protector!

It is all due to our own inadequacy!

These words of regret and self-blame dissolved into silence, accompanied by the quiet descent of warm tears. The fighting spirit of the New Sword Sect had been severely damaged; the harsh reality had shattered all their prior hopes.

Observing the dejected expressions of everyone present, Yi Feng showed no inclination to assign blame. He simply spoke in a low, resonant voice, imparting crucial instructions for the time ahead.

Having endured this conflict, I am certain you all now grasp that the Heavenly Fate Sect is far beyond our current capacity to challenge.

Effective immediately, the New Sword Sect shall be temporarily disbanded. Each of you will depart individually to preserve our strength. However, know this: our New Sword Sect will not truly perish. Let the blood feud of this day be etched into your memories. Cultivate diligently in seclusion, and immediately distribute all the sect's accumulated wealth!

When the time comes for our reunion, we shall march upon the Heavenly Fate Sect!

These pronouncements reignited a spark of determination in the eyes of the assembly. Once the wealth was distributed, many tightly clutched the spirit stones in their palms and sequentially inquired!

March upon the Heavenly Fate Sect!

Never forget the blood feud, march upon the Heavenly Fate Sect!

Sect Master, when shall we reconvene?

In response to the collective question, everyone lifted their gazes to Yi Feng, anticipation evident in their eyes.

Yi Feng considered for a moment and then made a solemn pledge.

One year.

One year from this day, should you all still remember this day's blood feud, we shall gather here once more. At that time, we will determine our future course!

One year...

The disciples and elders exchanged silent glances, a resolute gleam appearing in their eyes. They bowed in unison as a farewell and then dispersed.

Once everyone had departed.

An profound quiet suddenly enveloped the surroundings, instilling an indescribable sense of solitude and desolation.

Just yesterday, a celebratory feast had been held, filling everyone with aspirations for the future. Yet, in the span of a single night, ruins lay everywhere, and the sect had crumbled.

Witnessing this drastic transformation, the Youth in Black subtly clenched his fists. He turned his gaze back to Yi Feng, his voice tinged with a note of impatience.

Regarding this one-year agreement, you weren't merely speaking words, were you?

As his words ended, Yi Feng gave a firm nod.

That is indeed the case.

With everyone gone, our path is now clear of any hindrances. It is time for us to act and claim our vengeance!

Upon hearing this, the youth inclined his head slightly.

This young master understood; you disbanded the New Sword Sect precisely to avoid implicating everyone...

He trailed off mid-sentence, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

This aligns with your character. You are a person of unwavering loyalty and righteousness.

"However, even without any attachments hindering us and assuming we could defeat that despicable Elder Six from before, with merely the two of us, I fear it would still be insufficient to assault the Tianyuan Sect and exact our revenge."

"Your reputation for being all brawn and no brains doesn't fit. Hurry and enlighten your grandfather, do you possess some ingenious plan?"

Hearing this, Yi Feng's lips curved into a smile.

"I knew I couldn't conceal it from you."

He then leaned in close, whispering his detailed plan into the youth's ear.

"While a direct confrontation with the Tianyuan Sect might be beyond our current capabilities, a tactical retreat is always an option. With no attachments, we can harass and seek retribution frequently. What can that sect truly do against us?"

Upon processing this suggestion, the Youth in Black's eyes gleamed with a newfound excitement.

"Retreat if overwhelmed?"

"Is that truly a viable strategy?"

"Now that I consider it, it holds water. Despite the Tianyuan Sect's numerous experts, they cannot possibly defend against perpetual surprise assaults, can they? As the old saying goes: a frontal assault is easily anticipated, but a hidden strike is exceedingly difficult to preempt. This approach is undoubtedly sound!"

"Even if their experts are formidable, we can simply vanish! Were we not capable of escaping the Nanli Kingdom in the past? Can the might of a single sect truly capture us?"

Yi Feng, observing his brother's comprehension of the strategy, offered a confident smile and a nod.

"Precisely."

"With our New Sword Sect fragmented, and only the two of us visible, tracking us will prove immensely difficult."

"The ancient wisdom states: 'When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy tires, we attack!' Henceforth, our focus shall be on targeted assassinations and acts of sabotage. Prolonged engagements are unnecessary. Should we encounter an elder of the Heavenly Sun Realm, we shall execute a swift withdrawal! Once they realize pursuit is futile, we shall covertly return to inflict further damage, seizing valuable spiritual treasures and wealth along the way!"

"Even if they locate our base, it will be nothing but a desolate ruin. Let them unleash their fury upon it. In the most unfavorable outcome, the Tianyuan Sect might mobilize its entire force to hunt us, but fear is unwarranted. We shall simply exhaust them!"

"After all, we are but two individuals. We lack the vast resources of their sect, enabling us to sustain a protracted war of attrition! As they deplete their strength and we ascend in power, let us observe who ultimately prevails!"

Yi Feng's detailed explanation had the Youth in Black grinning broadly.

"What a masterful interpretation of 'when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy tires, we attack'."

"Brilliantly put! We shall unleash such hit-and-run tactics and witness their response! This stratagem is truly ingenious, far surpassing that contemptible elder's methods. Your granddad wholeheartedly approves!"

"Brother, from whence did you acquire this tactic? Does it bear a specific designation?"

Yi Feng responded with a gentle smile, his reply delivered with casual ease.

"It is known as guerrilla warfare."

"Let us depart. Our initial objective is to survey the Tianyuan Sect's surroundings and impart a valuable lesson to this so-called paramount sect!"

As his words concluded.

The Youth in Black's elation was palpable, his steps light and a cheerful melody on his lips as he followed Yi Feng.

Together, they traversed mountains and valleys, their journey marked by a leisurely pace.

Before long, they reached the vicinity of the Tianyuan Sect's territory.

Located at the northern base of Mount Tiandang.

Leveraging the influence of the Tianyuan Sect, this region had achieved remarkable prosperity. Despite being situated in the remote, mountainous borderlands of the Liehuo Kingdom, a flourishing city thrived here. The thoroughfares teemed with traveling merchants and cultivators. Rows upon rows of taverns lined the streets, their establishments perfumed with the inviting scents of wine and cuisine, while the air buzzed with the ceaseless murmur of animated discussions.

Witnessing this vibrant tableau.

Yi Feng and the Youth in Black exchanged a knowing glance before proceeding towards a bustling tavern by the roadside.