I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 491

From a distance, Yin Jian could be seen slumped in the final crater. His body had been torn asunder by that single strike, ending his life instantly.

At that precise moment.

The air seemed to solidify.

A heavy silence descended upon the entire area.

Yin Jian.

A renowned genius of the previous generation and the most formidable sword cultivator in terms of raw offensive power.

Had he truly been cleaved in two by a single punch from that dead-eyed, bald monk? Was he really killed in one shot?

Cold breath was sucked in by every onlooker, their minds struggling to process the scene before them.

Yet, when they looked back at the perpetrator...

He remained perched upon the toilet, still occupied with his business.

Though the comic book had been set aside, his fists were clenched white, and thick veins throbbed against his forehead.

It appeared his struggle with constipation was reaching a critical level!!!

With Yin Jian’s instant demise, the surviving members of the Tianling Sect were gripped by sudden terror.

Led by Yin Tianxiong, their will to fight evaporated completely.

A dozen cultivators had failed to suppress Su Yunyun, and now a freakishly powerful bald man had joined the fray.

Eccentricities aside, his strength was undeniable!

Nearby, the severely wounded Liu Ruyan watched the chaos with wide, trembling eyes, her heart filled with shock at the unfolding events.

Xiao Zhan.

What kind of transformation had he undergone?

How had he ascended to the Golden Immortal realm so abruptly?

And then there were his terrifying senior brothers and sisters...

One had detonated himself to eradicate the entire Law Enforcement Hall; another held her ground against the Sect Master and multiple Elders simultaneously; and now, a third had obliterated her uncle with a solitary punch...

Where did these monsters originate from?

She bit her lip until it was red.

Just as everyone believed Xiao Zhan and his companions were about to wipe the Tianling Sect from existence—and even as Yin Tianxiong and Liu Ruyan lost all hope—a resonant, ancient voice echoed from the sect's inner sanctum.

"This old man has slumbered for millennia, yet I never imagined I would wake to find my Tianling Sect under siege."

"Do you truly believe I have withered away and can no longer stand?"

Following those words, a titanic aura erupted forth.

The pressure was so immense it felt as though a prehistoric beast had been disturbed from its sleep. Every person present felt the crushing weight of this awakening power.

Suddenly, several voices cried out in recognition.

"It is the Tianling Patriarch!"

"What? The Tianling Patriarch?"

"Heavens, is that old ancestor still among the living?"

Amidst the wave of startled cries.

Finally.

Enveloped in a majestic aura, an elderly man dressed in simple robes manifested.

His presence dominated the entire battlefield.

"It really is him. I never suspected he survived. The hidden foundation of the Tianling Sect is truly profound!"

"His Cultivation level... it must be at the First Stage Profound Immortal realm!"

"A First Stage Profound Immortal... what a privilege to witness such a legend in the flesh."

In that instant.

The crowd was filled with profound awe.

Though only a few words separated a standard Profound Immortal from a First Stage Profound Immortal, the gap in power was an abyss.

There was a common saying regarding this:

Nine Stage Profound Immortal.

Each stage is a separate heaven; nine stages reach beyond the firmament.

This emphasized the massive disparity between each level of the Nine Stage Profound Immortal rank. To reach the first stage was to enter an entirely different world compared to ordinary immortals.

"Patriarch!"

"Our Ancestor has not perished!"

"The Tianling Sect shall rise once more!"

The appearance of the Tianling Patriarch brought a surge of renewed hope to Yin Tianxiong, Liu Ruyan, and the others. They collapsed to their knees, eyes brimming with emotional tears.

"I have been in seclusion for ten thousand years, and yet the Tianling Sect has fallen to such a pathetic state. To be humiliated by these mere juniors... you are all incompetent!" the Tianling Patriarch declared darkly, surveying the ruined state of the sect.

"Patriarch, it is not that your descendant lacked effort, but these individuals are simply too bizarre and sinister!"

Yin Tianxiong remained kneeling, pouring out his grievances.

His frustration was grounded in reality.

The initial scheme was merely a performance for Liu Ruyan to broaden the sect's influence.

But Xiao Zhan’s unexpected change, followed by his freakish senior siblings, had ruined everything. Their Cultivation and combat prowess defied all logic.

Ultimately, the plan was a disaster. The sect was nearly leveled, and he had almost lost his life.

"Hmph!"

"I shall eradicate these little brats before I deal with your failures."

The Tianling Patriarch let out a freezing snort.

His piercing gaze fixed upon Su Yunyun and Li Jin, radiating murderous intent.

"Little beasts, since your masters failed to teach you manners, I, Ning Tianling, shall do it for them—by taking your lives."

The Patriarch's voice boomed like rolling thunder, vibrating through the air. With a casual sweep of his hand, a crushing weight began to descend.

However, before his move could connect, a mocking voice cut through the tension.

"Pah! You old fossil, who gave you the damn nerve to talk about our elders? Are you even worthy?"

"First, take a taste of my, Li Jin’s, sword!"

Li Jin roared at the top of his lungs.

The Tianling Patriarch turned his head with a look of pure disdain.

But in the following heartbeat.

His face twisted in shock.

His once-imposing body suddenly lunged toward Li Jin against his will, moving with a violent boom.

With a heavy thud.

He slammed into a kneeling position, his hands shooting up to catch Li Jin’s descending blade.

This sudden kneel by the Tianling Patriarch.

Caused everyone’s eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets.

The entire area erupted in chaos.

Yin Tianxiong, who had just found a spark of hope, felt his veins bulge as he slumped back to the ground in despair.

The rest of the Tianling Sect, Liu Ruyan included, turned deathly pale.

They were collectively stunned into silence.

A First Stage Profound Immortal, the great Tianling Patriarch, had dropped to his knees the second he arrived?

Everyone's logic failed them.

"Y-You... what kind of demonic technique is this?"

The most terrified person was the Patriarch himself. He stared wide-eyed, his voice shaking as he screamed. The domineering aura he had displayed moments ago had vanished, replaced by sheer horror.

No one understood the situation better than him.

It was as if an irresistible, mysterious force had seized his body, compelling him to kneel and block the sword regardless of the distance between them.

"Hmph, this is the 'One Hundred Percent Forced Bare-Handed Blade Catch'."

Li Jin tossed his head back with supreme arrogance.