I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The mournful cries of crows accompanied Jue Tian's staggering figure as he disappeared into the distance at the edge of the snowstorm.

The vast training ground fell silent once more, with only the howling of the cold wind, as if whispering the age-old truth that in this world of martial arts, only the victor reigns supreme.

Duan Lang, You Ruo, and Di Er Meng trudged through the snow and slowly gathered around each other, their gazes piercing through the swirling snow curtain and converging on Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen, tell me quickly, how did you know that Nie Feng has a half-brother?" You Ruo couldn't help but ask first, her curiosity piqued.

"And he's Japanese? That's outrageous!"

"Yes, Brother Jiang," Duan Lang chimed in, his face full of curiosity.

"I grew up with Nie Feng, and I've never heard of him having this kind of relationship. Could it be... that you got it from those Japanese people?"

Although Di Ermeng remained silent, deep within her clear, watery eyes, ripples of emotion stirred that were difficult to quell.

Recalling the past when she and Nie Feng expressed their feelings through writing and considered each other confidants, she couldn't help but sigh. She never imagined that behind that gentle and refined man, there was such a shocking secret about his background.

"Interrogate me?" Jiang Chen chuckled and shook his head.

"How could an ordinary demon king possibly know such a secret?"

"How did you know that?"

The three of them asked in unison.

Jiang Chen chuckled lightly, casually found a spot on the unstained stone steps to sit down, his gaze distant, like a storyteller who had seen all the vicissitudes of life.

"This all started with Nie Feng's mother, Yan Ying."

"Yan Ying?"

Everyone was taken aback; this name was indeed quite unfamiliar to the younger generation.

"Yan Ying, known as the 'Number One Beauty in the Martial Arts World'," Jiang Chen said leisurely.

"Her life was full of ups and downs, and she encountered countless powerful figures. She married Nie Renwang and gave birth to Nie Feng. But she disliked Nie Renwang's retirement from the martial arts world and his mundane life, so she seduced the then martial arts overlord, Po Jun."

"Po Jun?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"That's right. Po Jun was willing to duel with Nie Renwang to get Yan Ying. As a result, Yan Ying abandoned her husband and children on the spot and ran away with Po Jun." Jiang Chen's tone was flat, but every word was like a knife.

"Unfortunately, this good fortune didn't last long. In order to obtain more advanced martial arts techniques from Jue Wushen, Po Jun actually gave Yan Ying as a gift to Jue Wushen!"

"What?!" You Ruo and Second Dream paled, utterly unable to believe what they were hearing.

"How can there be such a shameless man in this world?"

"After Jue Wushen obtained Yan Ying, he doted on her. Yan Ying also used her beauty and cunning to gain a foothold in the Wushen Palace and gave birth to a son for Jue Wushen."

Jiang Chen raised his finger and pointed towards the spot where Jue Tian had disappeared:

"That son is Jue Tian."

Therefore, Jue Tian and Nie Feng are indeed half-brothers, sharing the same mother but different fathers.

After he finished speaking, everyone fell into a long silence.

"This...this is too..."

You Ruo opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time. She originally thought that her father, Xiong Ba, was ruthless enough, but she didn't expect that there were people in the martial arts world who were even more ruthless and shameless than Xiong Ba.

"Nie Feng... he's really pitiful."

Second Dream sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for Nie Feng. It was truly his misfortune to have such a mother.

"Hmph, that Yan Ying is no good." Duan Lang sneered.

"She's greedy for vanity, abandoned her husband and children, and now she's even given herself to Japanese pirates. She's utterly disgraced the women of China!"

Jiang Chen smiled but remained silent on Duan Lang's cynical remarks, his gaze still fixed on the vast, surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Yan Ying was indeed a rare and extraordinary woman.

Half a lifetime adrift, like willow catkins in the wind, only knowing how to live by clinging to the strong.

From Nie Renwang to Po Jun, and then to Jue Wushen, she regarded her beauty as her only bargaining chip, struggling to survive amidst the power of men.

This may be the only way she has learned to survive in this cruel and cannibalistic world.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen had a bizarre idea.

Yan Ying has always only attached herself to the strong. Although Jue Wushen is powerful now, Duan Lang has had a fortuitous encounter and his cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds. Moreover, he is young and handsome, far surpassing the old Jue Wushen.

If Yan Ying were to come to the Central Plains with Jue Wushen and see the now imposing Duan Lang, I wonder if she would…

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Jiang Chen slowly turned his head, his gaze deep and unfathomable as he looked Duan Lang up and down. The smile on his lips became increasingly unfathomable, revealing a chilling cunning.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Duan Lang felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took half a step back.

"I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Jiang Chen waved his sleeve, his smile deepening.

"I was just wondering, if that 'most beautiful woman in the martial arts world' were to see our handsome, dashing, and unparalleled young master Duan Lang, would she be tempted? You'd be in for a treat then, hahaha!"

"roll!"

Duan Lang's face flushed red, his eyes burning with rage, and he glared fiercely at Duan Lang.

Time flies, and after several days of arduous trekking, we finally reached the summit of Tianshan Mountain. As far as the eye could see, the sky was still shrouded in endless wind and snow.

The cold wind was like a knife, swirling up countless fragments of jade and snow, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

On the winding plank road, dozens of ghost demons, like herding livestock, were escorting a group of prisoners with black hoods covering their heads as they struggled to make their way.

Heavy iron chains dragged across the ice and rocks, drawing blinding sparks and emitting a teeth-grinding clang that echoed endlessly through the empty valley.

The prisoners walked with faltering steps and hunched over, clearly having been severely poisoned by the "Bone-Piercing Powder." Their astonishing cultivation had vanished completely, and they were now nothing more than fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"Haha, I heard that Tianshan used to be the territory of the World Society. That old scoundrel Xiong Ba dominated the martial arts world here." The leader of the Ghost Fork Luo strode around, his tone full of arrogant arrogance.

"Now the tables have turned, and it's finally our Wushen Jue Palace's turn to sit in this chair!"

"Yes! Once the Palace Master takes control of the Central Plains, we will be founding heroes! We'll enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

The demons chatted and laughed freely, as if they were already immersed in immense wealth and luxury.

Upon reaching the majestic mountain gate, Jue Tian was already standing deep in the wind and snow.

He was covered in snow, as if he had stood there frozen for thousands of years.

His handsome face still bore the usual aloofness and reserve, his eyes were deep as an abyss, making it impossible to see anything unusual. One could only feel that this young master's majesty was even greater than before.

"Young Master!" The ghost demons hurriedly bowed.

"Hmm." Jue Tian's face remained expressionless, showing no trace of joy or sorrow. He merely nodded slightly, his voice as cold as if it were squeezed from a crack in ice.

"Take them to the imperial prison and imprison them separately!"

"yes!"

The demons and demons obeyed the order and imprisoned Wuming and all the other heroes of the Central Plains in the Heavenly Prison.

After all the prisoners were submerged in the dark dungeon, Jue Tian did not dismiss the crowd. Instead, he led this group of ghost demons straight to the former three branch campuses of the World Society.

This place has just suffered a great calamity, and is devastated as far as the eye can see.

The once perfectly smooth and seamless blue bricks are now all shattered and cracked, and deep, bottomless sword marks crisscross the ground, like the earth's hideous wounds.

The air seemed to still hold a lingering, chilling killing intent, causing the swirling snow to freeze and dare not fall freely.

"Young Master, why have you brought us here?" Ghost Cha Luo leader asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Is there some important instruction?"

Jue Tian remained silent, standing still in the cold wind, like a statue.

Just then, a figure as red as raging fire appeared out of thin air on the high platform.

His crimson battle robe fluttered in the cold wind, and he carried the ancient and ferocious weapon, the Fire Scale Sword, on his back. His whole body exuded a chilling killing intent, like a demon descending to earth, tearing apart the snow that filled the sky.

"Who are you?!" The demons were terrified.

"It's... Duan Lang?!" Someone recognized the person and exclaimed in shock.

"Didn't the young master say that Duan Lang had been killed? How could this be...?"

The ghosts looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment and doubt as they turned to Jue Tian.

However, the next turn of events shattered the spirits of everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the arrogant young master of the Godless Palace suddenly turned around and knelt heavily before the haughty figure on the high platform. The sound of his knees hitting the frozen ground was clearly audible.

"We pay homage to our master!"

"What?!" The demons were struck dumb.

"Young Master...Young Master has betrayed us?!"

"Oh no! It's a trap! Run!!"

Those who reacted quickly realized what was happening instantly; before their cries of alarm could even fade, they had already scattered like birds and beasts.

In an instant, the originally solemn and imposing formation was thrown into chaos.

Earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique used in traditional Chinese medicine), invisibility, and light-body skills—all methods of survival were employed in an attempt to escape this deadly place.

"Run?" Duan Lang looked down at the fleeing ants, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Once you're inside my 'territory,' where can you run to?"

In an instant, the surrounding void seemed unable to withstand this terrifying pressure and trembled violently, and a deep, chilling hum resounded between heaven and earth.

The once calm air suddenly became turbulent, as if an invisible giant hand was stirring up the wind and clouds.

Thousands of sword energies arose out of thin air, like a swarm of carp crossing a river, blotting out the sky and instantly locking down the surrounding space.

There was no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to hell.

No matter how skilled one is in escape techniques, it is difficult to escape this all-encompassing killing net.

In that instant, all the demons and demons became sitting ducks.

"ah!!"

A mournful scream echoed through the sky, and the sword energy seemed to have come to life, locking down every wisp of life and mercilessly piercing through every frantically fleeing body.

In that life-or-death moment, a demon warrior, wounded by a sword, suddenly ripped off his demon mask, his face contorted in agony, and roared with all his might:

"Don't kill me! I'm not Ghost Demon! I'm an undercover agent! I came to save Nameless!"

As the roar subsided, the several sword energies that were about to pierce his throat seemed to understand human speech, suddenly stopping a few inches away, and then dissipating into the wind without a trace.

This man's face was covered with crisscrossing, hideous scars, with hardly a patch of intact skin. Only his eyes, buried in rotting flesh, burned with an indomitable will. He was none other than the nameless loyal servant, Ghost Tiger.

Ghost Tiger's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his thick cotton robe instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Once his terrified soul had calmed down a little, he dared to raise his head and look around. Just one glance sent a chill down his spine, and an indescribable fear shot straight to the top of his head.

The vast training ground was now completely empty.

Dozens of lives that were just moments ago running for their lives vanished in the blink of an eye, completely disappearing from this world.

There were no severed limbs or broken arms, nor any flowing blood.

All flesh and bones were shredded into dust by the domineering sword intent, returning to nothingness and completely dissolving into the swirling snow.

"This...this..."

Ghost Tiger's eyes nearly burst open, his mind seemed to be shattered by a thunderbolt, and his chest felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, suffocating him so much that he couldn't utter a single word.

If it weren't for that shout just now, I'd probably be reduced to dust by now, with no trace of my remains.

These methods are even more extreme than those of the legendary demons and monsters.

Below the high platform, Jue Tian, ​​kneeling on the ground, was also stiff, and a chill ran through his bones.

Although I had personally witnessed the power of the Broken Waves to devour, the scene of "Sword Qi turning into nothingness" today was even more terrifying than before, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave and felt despair.

Duan Lang's cultivation level is so profound that it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.