I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"kill!!"

This roar shattered the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the once deathly silent world instantly boiled over.

Hundreds of demons shattered the tranquility of the place, like a black, turbid wave, carrying determination and madness, crashing wildly towards the isolated figure in the center from all directions.

Blade flashes tore through the dark sky, and assassins used their flesh and blood to block all escape routes, determined to turn this small area into a slaughterhouse.

However, the expected bloody and brutal collision did not occur.

A muffled thud was heard, like a heavy sigh coming from the depths of the earth.

Just as the blade was about to touch the hem of his clothes, a terrifying aura capable of devouring everything suddenly erupted from Duan Lang's body.

That was not ordinary true energy, but rather the gaping maw of a gluttonous beast from the ancient primordial era, instantly swallowing up the surrounding clamor of battle cries.

The swirling snow seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible hand, then swirled back even more wildly, completely engulfing the crimson figure in a chaotic and indistinct vastness.

When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, the vast training ground was eerily quiet, with only the piercing cold wind still howling and wailing, as if singing a final elegy for the souls scattered on the ground.

Duan Lang still stood with his hands behind his back, his hair slightly raised, and the area within three feet around him was clean and tidy, as if it were a pure land that had been deliberately forgotten by the heavens, untouched by any dust.

Around him, the hundreds of demon warriors who had been charging into battle were now frozen in place, like lifeless clay or wooden puppets in a temple.

It wasn't that they didn't want to move, but the fear deep in their souls had frozen all life.

Ferocity and terror were frozen on hundreds of faces, like a still painting of a demon.

The scalding essence blood was no longer bound by the body. It boiled, evaporated, and transformed into countless strands of scarlet blood energy. Like weary birds returning to the forest, or like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, it surged wildly towards the solitary figure standing with his hands behind his back in the formation, becoming sweet nourishment for the demonic power.

"Is this... a human or a ghost?"

Jue Tian felt a chill run up his spine and straight to the top of his head. His hand holding the Shadow Moon Blade trembled violently uncontrollably, and a hoarse sound like a broken bellows came from his throat. He couldn't even string together a complete sentence.

The only response he received was a sickening hissing sound that echoed endlessly, like the final lament played when flesh and blood wither and bones crumble.

In the blink of an eye, these strong and muscular Japanese assassins withered away at a visible speed, eventually turning into empty shells that collapsed to the ground.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and the skins scattered on the ground instantly disintegrated like withered bones weathered for thousands of years, turning into a sky full of gray-white bone dust, which drifted down onto the pure white snow, turning this world into a desolate and pale painting.

Jue Tian felt as if his bones had been forcibly pulled out, his spine completely collapsed under extreme fear, and he collapsed like a lump of mud on the cold snow.

The wild ambition in his heart to dominate the Central Plains and make a name for himself has now been frozen into fragments by the bone-chilling cold.

Witnessing the divine and demonic methods that seized the creation of heaven and earth and devoured the essence of all things, he finally realized that in the face of a truly abyss-like and hell-like power, the so-called imperial ambitions and hegemony were nothing more than a candle flickering in the wind, which would vanish in an instant.

"Big brother...you knew all along, didn't you?"

At that moment, that face, always adorned with a humble, fake smile, suddenly appeared in my mind.

Thinking back now, it reveals an extreme degree of ferocity and malice.

It turns out that Juexin knew all along that there was great terror in this place, but still sent him here to die, all in order to use someone else to kill him and seize power in the Wushen Jue Palace.

A profound sense of desolation instantly overwhelmed him, completely engulfing him.

The so-called deep brotherhood and the so-called achievements were nothing more than an elaborate deception.

As for Jue Tian, ​​he was a pawn destined to be sacrificed from the very beginning, and it's laughable that he only realized this cruel truth now.

Duan Lang remained indifferent to the tragic scene, his expression blank, as if he had merely wiped away a few insignificant specks of dust.

The Ten Directions Invincible Heart Sutra circulated endlessly, refining all the impure essence that it devoured. As the energy flowed around him, he subtly constructed a sword world in the void where he was the only one who could dominate.

Within this realm, Yin and Yang are determined by the heart, and life and death are in one's own hands. Any mortal being who takes even half a step into this realm will suffer the destruction of both body and soul.

A battle for supremacy in Japan? A quest for the ultimate martial arts master?

Compared to the bone powder flying everywhere, all of this seemed so pale and powerless, like a huge joke.

"Japanese martial arts? They're nothing but farming tricks."

A disdainful smile curled at the corner of Duan Lang's lips. The sword light flickered at his fingertips, and a chilling killing intent was already locked onto Jue Tian's brow not far away.

"Brother Lang, wait a minute."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable chill, forcefully repelling the howling wind and snow and interrupting the impending fatal blow.

As the misty fog dissipated, Jiang Chen, dressed in white, slowly stepped into the arena with Second Dream and You Ruo.

Three ethereal figures stood out starkly amidst the devastation of the battlefield, like white lotuses blooming in purgatory.

They walked extremely slowly, passing through swirling ashes and crimson blood foam. Their aura was even colder than the perpetual snow on the summit of Tianshan Mountain.

Reaching Duan Lang's side, Jiang Chen casually flicked his hand, instantly dissipating the violent sword intent that had been brewing at its peak.

"Leave one alive." Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the limp Jue Tian, ​​a playful smile curving his lips.

"Keep him alive; he'll be very useful in the future. After all, he's Nie Feng's half-brother."

These words struck Jue Tian like a thunderbolt, leaving him stiff and his Shadow Moon Blade clattering to the ground, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"You...you're talking nonsense!!"

These sudden, absurd words were like an invisible thunderbolt that exploded in his mind, nearly causing his soul to leave his body.

Jue Tian stared wide-eyed, his face ashen white with disbelief and bewilderment.

He had lived a life of luxury in Japan since childhood, and only knew himself as the young master of the supreme Jue Wu Shen Palace. He had never heard that his incomparably beautiful mother had left behind such an unspeakable romantic entanglement in the Central Plains before stepping into Japan.

Jiang Chen ignored his hysteria, simply watching him quietly. In his eyes, calm as a deep pool, there was only a kind of pity, like that of someone looking at livestock waiting to be slaughtered on an altar.

"Your elder brother, Juexin, is an extremely cunning and calculating man. Since he knew there was great danger here, why did he insist on sending you, his own brother, to your death?"

The fierce north wind howled past, whipping up the remaining snow and lashing against my face. The biting cold seeped into my bones through my pores, but it was nothing compared to the slight chill that welled up in my heart at that moment.

He felt a chill that seemed to freeze his soul, shooting up his spine and straight to the top of his head. The warm scenes of brotherly love and respect he once shared now seemed like nothing more than a mask coated with deadly poison. The slightest touch would lead to his utter destruction.

"Is he... using someone else to do his dirty work?"

The boy's voice was hoarse and broken, each word like a bloody shard of ice bursting from between his teeth, carrying the despair and resentment of being ruthlessly betrayed by his loved ones.

"Not too stupid, it's just a pity they realized it too late."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, flicked his finger, and a wisp of invisible energy broke through the air and directly planted the Life and Death Talisman in Jue Tian's body.

The energy, once it entered the body, transformed into a bone-deep affliction, frantically traveling and tearing along the meridians. The pain caused Jue Tian to let out a piercing scream, his entire body convulsing violently on the snow like a fish out of water.

His ten fingers dug deep into the hard frozen soil, his nails cracked and bled profusely. The excruciating pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his bone marrow, was truly unbearable, a state of being unable to live or die.

"If you're going to be a dog, you have to obediently wear your owner's collar."

Jiang Chen's tone was gentle and refined, as if he were discussing a refined and romantic matter, but his eyes revealed an indifference that regarded all living beings as worthless.

"This 'Life and Death Talisman' will temporarily reside in your body; it is the sword hanging over your head."

Obedience is a blessing;

If there is even the slightest hint of disloyalty, the internal organs will instantly turn into a pile of minced meat.

"This servant...this servant dares not! This servant is willing to surrender!"

Tears streamed down his face as he desperately banged his head against the ground, causing blood to flow from his forehead and stain the snow beneath him.

Faced with that excruciating pain that could destroy reason, the so-called dignity of a young master and the pride of a warrior had long since shattered into dust.

As long as I can survive, what does it matter if I'm a spineless dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy?

"Alright, get up."

With a wave of Jiang Chen's sleeve, the energy at his fingertips dissipated, and Jue Tian collapsed to the ground as if granted a pardon. His blood soaked the snow beneath him, and he gasped for breath like a lost ghost who had just crawled back from the gates of hell.

He then cautiously raised his eyes to look at the figure in white before him, his gaze filled only with a deep-seated submission and trembling—

This is hardly a compassionate immortal being banished to the mortal realm; he is clearly a demon in human skin wandering among humans.

The vast training ground fell into a deathly silence in an instant, with only the cold wind swirling the snowflakes and making a mournful sound, as if mocking the cold-hearted people of this world.

"Send an urgent message to Japan, saying that Tianshan has been captured and Duan Lang has been killed."

Jiang Chen faced the biting cold wind, his gaze piercing through the swirling snowflakes, reaching into the unknowable depths of the vast expanse.

The voice was so soft it sounded like casual conversation, but to Jue Tian it was as heavy as a thunderbolt, so oppressive that he didn't dare to even entertain the slightest thought of resistance.

"Have them bring all the prisoners from Wuming and the major sects here. Remember, all hostages must be masked and their true faces must not be revealed."

"Yes...this servant obeys!"

Jue Tian trembled as he pulled out a silk cloth from his bosom. His fingers were stiff, and his handwriting was crooked. Every stroke revealed his longing for life and his fear of death.

A moment later, a carrier pigeon flapped its wings and took off, its gray-white feathers beating against the biting wind, and soon disappeared into the gloomy, low-hanging sky.

Seeing this, Duan Lang frowned slightly, watching the bird fly away, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Now that the situation is settled, just release them. Why bother locking them up in the dungeon? It's unnecessary."

"If we release him now, would that old fox Jue Wushen dare to set foot in the Central Plains again?" Jiang Chen slowly turned his head, the smile on his lips appearing particularly sinister and profound.

"When a cat catches a mouse, patience is paramount. I want this land of China to be the final resting place of his empire. If there isn't a full house of spectators, who will listen to this meticulously planned drama?"

Now the net of heaven and earth has been silently cast, waiting for that greedy beast to crash headlong into this doomed cage.

"Wen Nu, Leng Yan."

With a soft call, two ghostly black figures silently appeared in the wind and snow.

"Take him away and arrange a superior room for the young master. Serve him well."

Jiang Chen waved casually, his tone full of mockery.

Wen Nu and Leng Yan immediately stepped forward, supporting the already limp Jue Tian on either side, and headed straight for the guest room.

The dull dragging sound gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely into the deep, dark corridor.