I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

With a single punch, all fell into silence.

Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie watched in stunned horror, utterly shaken by the terrifying scene!

It took them a long while to regain their composure, their hearts still trembling with lingering fear. The sheer might they had witnessed left them awestruck, unable to believe their eyes, plunging them into complete silence.

Yi Feng, however, stood frozen in place, his fist still raised mid-swing, his smile stiff on his face…

Gazing at the barely breathing figure lying in the deep crater—looking as if he had been admitted to the ICU—his lips twitched involuntarily.

He hadn't even aimed this punch at that pretty boy, and yet the guy had already collapsed?

What kind of joke was this?!

He had just played along for the sake of the moment, and now the guy was done for?

What happened to the ancient clan's profound heritage? What about their so-called ultimate trump card?

What a joke!

A complete and utter joke!

All the anticipation he had built up vanished in an instant.

The more Yi Feng looked at the scene, the angrier he became, his eyes filled with frustration at the sheer incompetence.

Retracting his stance, he strode forward, his irritation boiling over.

But when he reached the edge of the deep crater and peered down…

Gu Qingcheng was already unrecognizable, missing several front teeth, his face a mask of terror, barely clinging to life. Gone was his former arrogance.

His weak, fearful eyes were entirely consumed by dread. The moment Yi Feng's figure entered his line of sight, he trembled uncontrollably, as if staring at the devil himself.

"I—I-I am the eldest son of the Gu family! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

Tears of terror welled up in his eyes—hard to believe this was once a Saint. Now, he looked more like a pitiful beggar, his spirit shattered beyond repair.

The more arrogant he had been before, the more pathetic he appeared now.

At this point, his combat ability was practically in the negatives. There was no fight left in him.

Bai Piaopiao felt no pity—Gu Qingcheng had brought this upon himself. But hearing his words, she couldn't help but feel cautious, glancing at Yi Feng with concern.

"Yi Feng, the Gu family truly has extraordinary influence…"

Su Jie was far more direct, nodding coldly.

"Indeed. The Gu family has many reclusive old monsters. If you kill this spoiled brat, you'll never know peace. No matter how strong you are, endless harassment will wear you down."

"Even among Saints, he's nothing compared to those old freaks. Even you might struggle against them."

Their warnings came one after another, both women clearly worried for Yi Feng.

Yi Feng himself fell into deep thought, seemingly intimidated by the family's reputation.

After a few moments, he finally spoke, his tone grave.

"Your Gu family is really that powerful?"

Gu Qingcheng's face lit up with desperate hope. Seizing the opportunity, he mustered all his strength to reply.

"O-Of course! Our family has several ancestors—ordinary Saints aren't even fit to carry their shoes! If you dare lay a hand on me—!"

Before he could finish, a dagger pierced through his chest. His expression twisted in disbelief as he looked down, his life fading away…

As his vision blurred, Gu Qingcheng's final thought was sheer disbelief—Yi Feng had actually dared to kill him. After a lifetime of arrogance, his first taste of the world's cruelty had cost him everything.

Witnessing this, Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie were stunned, their expressions solemn.

Yi Feng had acted so decisively!

But upon reflection, while his actions might seem reckless, he hadn't really had much choice.

For a man with such an unshakable will, decisive killing wasn't out of character.

Having experienced countless life-and-death situations themselves, the two women didn't dwell on it.

As Yi Feng returned, Bai Piaopiao spoke firmly.

"Yi Feng, if this is your decision, I'll stand by you. No matter what comes, we'll face it together!"

Su Jie hugged her sword, her eyes filled with loyalty.

"Agreed. We advance and retreat as one."

Seeing their resolute expressions, Yi Feng felt warmth in his heart. Bonds forged in adversity were the rarest treasures in the world.

He rarely killed, but this Gu bastard had it coming.

Threatening him was one thing, but threatening his friends? Unforgivable.

And the Gu family's supposed power? That was exactly what he needed—his next lifeline.

Still, he couldn't drag these two women into it.

How could he send Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie away without raising suspicion?

As Yi Feng pondered, Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie suddenly pulled out their communication jade slips. After scanning them with their divine sense, their faces paled, their eyes locking in shared alarm.

Before Yi Feng could ask, Bai Piaopiao spoke urgently, her voice strained.

"Yi Feng, the Ten Thousand Heavens Society has issued an emergency summons. We must return immediately!"

Her expression conflicted, she added,

"Though your strength is formidable, please be careful. I don't want to part like this, but this matter concerns the Black Abyss—a threat to all living beings. As Saints, Su Jie and I have a duty to act."

"Yi Feng…"

Seeing her hesitation, Yi Feng sensed her deep concern, his heart swelling with gratitude. He nodded solemnly, offering a respectful farewell.

"Bai Piaopiao, Su Jie, take care of yourselves. When we meet again, we'll drink and celebrate together. No matter where you are, I'll come for you."

Bai Piaopiao's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her reluctance palpable. But with a final nod, she tore through the void, vanishing alongside Su Jie.

Watching them leave, Yi Feng exhaled deeply.

Though he would miss them, this was for the best. Hopefully, any future encounters with the Gu family wouldn't bring more trouble. He was exhausted.

Yet Bai Piaopiao's words and their abrupt departure left him uneasy. Something catastrophic was coming.

What could be so dire that even Saints were being summoned?

It seemed the world was on the brink of calamity.

Perhaps even the disaster his system had warned him about…

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The black mist stretched endlessly, connecting distant lands.

In a desolate valley shrouded in perpetual darkness, the air reeked of blood. Piles of bleached bones littered the ground, their remnants sinking into the blackened earth. The faint aura lingering on the remains hinted at their former glory—these had once been mighty human cultivators.

Yet now, they were mere nourishment for the ancient tomb hidden in the abyss, their flesh and vitality withering away before unseen eyes.

Around them, skeletal figures clad in tattered black robes moved mechanically, gathering corpses and discarding worthless scraps. They were the slaves of death—the lowest servants of the Demon Lord.

Even in their wretched state, the countless surging shadows exuded an overwhelming aura, flickering like phantoms as they devoutly served the graves, absorbing the bone-blood essence and fortune.

For any ordinary immortal who ventured here, it would be no different from a lamb stepping into a pack of wolves.

Everything was eerily bizarre—even the so-called forbidden zones of life paled in comparison to this terrifying spectacle!

"Ugh...!"

A cry of unwillingness echoed, marking the disappearance of yet another young prodigy. Only his discarded clothes remained as proof he had ever existed.

The stench of decay permeated the air, so potent that even Saints dared not tread recklessly. A sea of black mist swirled endlessly, while countless graves continuously spewed forth horrifying apparitions.

One.

Two.

Three.

...

The black mist thickened, and the graves trembled one after another.

A hoarse voice resounded, as if traversing the ancient wastelands or echoing from the depths of the earth—so ancient it sent shivers down the spine!

"Hehe..."

"At last... I awaken..."

"This day... I have waited for it far too long!"

"Yet my cultivation has not fully recovered. To be unable to tread across the realms... what torment!"

...

The raspy voice grew clearer as the black mist surged from the graves, coalescing into several figures of varying heights and auras—each exuding terrifying might. The mere leakage of their presence forced the demonic servants to their knees in worship.

Clad in black cloaks, their robes seemed weathered by the river of time, their killing intent swirling around them. Even Saints were nothing but ants in comparison!

Among the shadows, the smallest figure commanded the highest authority.

As this shadow took form, a single word silenced the murmurs of the other demons.

"Insolence!"

"If not for the Demon Lord's supreme methods, how could we have been granted this chance to see the light of day again? Such words are blasphemy—you deserve annihilation of both body and soul!"

At the mention of the Demon Lord, the shadows immediately prostrated themselves.

"Spare us, Demon Lord...!"

Only when the diminutive figure gave a cold nod did the demons dare rise slowly, their ghostly forms flickering with reverence, their voices brimming with awe and praise!

"Indeed, without the Demon Lord, how could we have awakened?"

"True! Over countless millennia, the Demon Lord meticulously laid his plans, preserving our remnant souls. Only now, after absorbing the fortune and cultivation of countless human prodigies, have we finally awakened!"

"The Demon Lord's grace is akin to rebirth! We would die a thousand deaths without hesitation!"

"We would die a thousand deaths!"

"The demonic race shall rise again in glory!"

Amid the chorus of admiration, several demons revealed their true forms—a towering bull-headed giant, a skeletal figure with half a human face, a scholar-like man, and a withered humanoid tree rooted in the earth...

But just as the demons rejoiced, the small skeletal figure noticed something—scattered fragments of a demonic corpse!

A single glance was enough.

The mangled limbs were nearly unrecognizable, identifiable only by the lingering demonic energy. It was unmistakably one of their own—a fellow awakened!

The skeletal figure drifted closer, its half-flesh-covered face twisting in shock.

"How... is this possible?!"

The anomaly drew the attention of the other demons, and murmurs of suspicion spread like wildfire.

"Bizarre!"

"We, one hundred and eight in total, serve under the Demon Lord, enduring across the ages. How could one suddenly perish and shatter like this?!"

"Exactly! Even we, among the stronger ones, have only just awakened. How did he wake so early... only to end up in pieces? This defies reason!"

"Could he have been forcibly roused by some human dark practitioner?"

"Impossible! Humans are inherently weak, mere nourishment for our kind since ancient times. None could possibly breach the Black Domain—even Saints cannot withstand the demonic mist!"

...

The rising unease stirred unrest among the demons, their minds clouded with doubt.

The half-faced skeleton frowned deeply before raising a bony finger, summoning tendrils of black mist into the air.

Within moments, a tide of skeletal figures surged forth, blanketing the surroundings like an endless black sea. They knelt in reverence at the outskirts of the graves, their numbers stretching beyond sight.

The half-faced skeleton spoke, its voice a grating command that carried terrifying authority.

"What in the abyss happened here?!"