I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"it is good."

Faced with this roar, Jiang Chen's smile faded, and a chilling solemnity settled between his brows.

His gaze was calm, piercing through the enraged figure before him, and he said softly.

"Since you want to see me not hide, then so be it."

After speaking, he simply stood with his hands behind his back, neither dodging nor avoiding, exposing his throat and heart meridians to the chilling aura of the blade.

The Second Blade Emperor's eyes flashed with ferocity. Regardless of the truth, he poured all his life's power into his right arm like a raging tide, transforming it into a thunderous strike powerful enough to split mountains and sever rivers, slashing down on Jiang Chen's left shoulder without leaving any room for error.

"clang!!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded, like a thunderbolt from the heavens striking the mortal world, causing the surrounding area to vibrate endlessly.

The Blade Emperor's life's work, though possessing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, was like an ant trying to shake a tree the moment it touched Jiang Chen's shoulder. It could only let out a helpless cry, as if it had crashed into an ancient and indestructible heavenly stone, unable to advance an inch.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back at the heart of the storm, his aura deep and unyielding. Not only was his flesh and blood not damaged, but even the slightest dust on his clothes was not disturbed.

Only when the obstructed force was released into the lake, the surrounding hundred-foot-wide blue waves collapsed and sank instantly, then transformed into dozens of furious water dragons that soared into the sky, tearing the clouds and mist above the dome to pieces.

On the other hand, the Second Blade Emperor felt a vast and unstoppable force surge back like a tsunami.

The arm bones groaned in agony, unable to bear the strain. The entire right arm instantly swelled and turned purple under the terrifying recoil, the five fingers swelled to the size of buckets, and fine beads of blood seeped from the skin, a horrifying sight.

"This...this is absolutely impossible!!"

He staggered backward, clutching his nearly destroyed right arm, his eyes filled with utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Jiang Chen remained calm, as if what had just brushed against his shoulder was nothing more than a trivial spring breeze.

"Have you seen enough?" He casually brushed non-existent dust off his shoulder, his tone languid.

"Now that you've seen enough, I'll show you what... true sword intent is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen pointed one finger to the sky and made a grasping motion in the air.

In an instant, the flowing clouds above the dome suddenly froze, and an indescribable, grand will descended from nowhere.

A three-foot-long, crystal-clear, transparent longsword materialized above his head, hovering silently and exuding an ancient and aloof aura that seemed to disregard all living beings.

Under the majestic power of the heavens, the wind stopped, the trees were still, the clouds condensed in the sky, and even the fish that were swimming frantically at the bottom of the lake froze like stone statues.

The Second Blade Emperor felt his body suddenly sink, as if he were being suppressed by an ancient divine mountain.

The Sword Emperor watched helplessly as the crystalline longsword hovered above his head. He tried with all his might to move it even an inch, only to find that his entire body had already betrayed his will under the suppression of some grand rule.

This is not a matter of being restrained by acupoints, but rather an absolute suppression originating from the depths of the soul, just as an ant looks up at a dragon, its life and death are not in its own hands.

Time is like a knife, cutting down even the most arrogant.

A clear, low murmur arose, like a divine decree.

The three-foot-long sword, suspended in mid-air, fell silently, without raising a trace of smoke or fire, yet it completely severed the flow of time in the entire world.

A desolate sword intent, filled with an aura of decay and decay, swept across the surroundings without warning.

As far as the eye could see, the lush flowers and trees on the shore had gone through a century of growth and decay in an instant, withering and falling under the horrified gazes of the two, finally turning into dust that drifted down from the sky.

The once clear, emerald-green lake water has become murky and dried up, as if the world has undergone tremendous changes in the blink of an eye.

The Second Blade Emperor, who was the first to be hit, was completely consumed by an unprecedented and overwhelming fear.

He was horrified to discover that his once bronze-cast-iron muscles were rapidly sagging, wrinkling, and developing age spots.

Even the jet-black hair turned gray and withered under the influence of this terrifying aura.

The immense vitality within his body was being frantically stripped away by this supreme sword intent!

In the blink of an eye, this renowned master of the sword seemed to have aged decades, going directly from his prime to his twilight years, his entire body radiating a thick aura of death.

The Second Blade Emperor opened his mouth as if to roar, but only a few dry, hoarse "hoarse" sounds escaped from his throat, like a broken bellows struggling to pull.

His mind and spirit were shattered. He felt that the severing intent he had once been so proud of was as thin as a cicada's wing before the immense power that manipulated time.

This is no longer the martial arts of the mortal realm; it is clearly a masterpiece of creation that only a legendary immortal could control.

Just when it seemed that life was about to be extinguished, the ominous atmosphere suddenly receded like a tide.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, his thoughts following his heart. His powerful sword intent, like a whale sucking in water, vanished into nothingness in an instant.

As the sword intent returned to its cage, it was as if an invisible giant hand had turned the tide of time in this world.

The dried-up lake water surged back and instantly filled up again;

Withered plants and trees are reborn in glory, flourishing in an instant.

The decades of time that had been taken from him were also poured back into the Blade Emperor's body along with this vast vitality.

Deep wrinkles are smoothed away like water, snow-white hair is dyed black again, the hunched body stands tall once more, and the blood and energy surge like a river.

In the blink of an eye, the world changes, and withered trees come back to life.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the tranquil bamboo forest and the vast expanse of blue waves remained as before.

Everything was as usual, peaceful and serene. The dramatic life-and-death struggle just moments before seemed like a fleeting dream.

Only the second stab to the back of the imperial robe, damp and chilling to the bone, silently proved that everything before was not a falsehood, but rather that he had truly crossed the gates of hell.

The Second Blade King slumped on the broken plank of the ship, which bobbed with the waves, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.

The murderous intent in his eyes had long been extinguished by the astonishing sword intent. Now, when he looked at Jiang Chen, all that remained was awe and fanaticism as if he were seeing a god.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, looking calm and collected, as if the stroke of fate that had just reversed life and death was merely a casual splash of ink, a free and unrestrained expression.

"Life and death are determined by the mind, prosperity and decline are determined by one's thoughts..."

The Second Blade Emperor repeatedly chewed on these eight words of truth, feeling as if each word was a resounding bell, exploding deep within his soul, shaking his heart so much that it felt as if it were about to shatter.

Compared to this, my "Seven Absolutes of Severing Emotions," which I have painstakingly cultivated for decades and which requires severing all emotions and desires to achieve, is like a frog at the bottom of a well looking at the sky, or a firefly's light compared to the bright moon. It is crude and unworthy of a laugh.

Looking back, my past arrogance, though seemingly unrestrained, now seems ridiculous and laughable, like a clown who doesn't know his own limitations, only provoking the heavens to laugh.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about the dignity of a grandmaster. Without hesitation, he bent his knees and knelt heavily on the slippery wooden board, bowing his head in worship.

"Senior, please accept my bow!"

The hoarse roar was filled with an unprecedented devotion.

At this moment, all notions of chivalry, dignity, and pride vanish like smoke before the supreme Dao that spans millennia.

"If I could hear the Dao in the morning, I would be content to die in the evening. If I could glimpse even a corner of the Dao of the Sword, I would be willing to be shattered to pieces right now!"

Jiang Chen remained calm, and with a flick of his hand, a gentle force arose, lifting the Blade Emperor's body. He then glided across the water as if taking a leisurely stroll, and in the blink of an eye, the two landed steadily back on the shore.

Standing on the shore, Second Dream was already deeply moved and utterly astonished.

Looking at the obsequious, fanatical old man so close to her, she could not reconcile him with the proud and domineering father she once knew.

"Father..." She stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before her, her cherry lips parted slightly, hesitant to speak, but ultimately unable to conceal the surprise and doubt in her heart.

"Didn't you always say... that the Seven Deadly Sins of Heartbreak is the strongest sword technique in the world, unmatched by anyone?"

"The strongest my foot! In front of the seniors, that thing isn't even worthy of carrying their shoes!" The Second Blade Emperor spat, his tone full of disdain.

"I was so ignorant before, treating those few lousy sword techniques like treasures. Now that I've met the true master, I realize what I've been practicing is utter garbage! This kind of broken skill that severs emotions and requires endless suffering—let whoever wants to practice it, practice it. I'm not practicing it anymore!"

Having said that, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Chen with a gleaming light, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, radiating an almost manic, burning intensity.

"Good son-in-law! Now that you've accepted this bow, you'd better teach me this skill! If you can learn this move, not only will I be your father-in-law's slave, but I'll even pluck the stars from the sky for you! Hahaha!!"

"Son-in-law?!" Upon hearing this call, Second Dream's pale face instantly flushed crimson, she was so ashamed she almost bled, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

"Father! What...what nonsense are you spouting...?"

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back in the wind, dressed in white, his expression as cold and aloof as jade.

Hearing those incoherent words, he was not angry. Instead, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He neither nodded nor refused, his expression unfathomable.

This unfathomable silence, however, was seen by the Second Blade Emperor as the most certain acquiescence.

He had always disregarded social etiquette, but now his overwhelming joy surged like oil being poured on a raging fire. His tiger-like eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and he no longer cared about any formalities.

Since it has already been agreed upon, there is no need to wait any longer!

"Good son-in-law!" The Second Blade Emperor slapped his thigh and roared excitedly.

"Since you have no objections, let's stop stalling! There's no time like the present, let's get it done today! Right here at Duanqing Residence, we'll have the wedding ceremony! I'll be the officiant!!"

"How is it??"

His bold words startled the heavens, but were immediately followed by deathly silence.

Even the wind and clouds seemed to be captivated by this astonishing statement, and their flow temporarily halted. The vast wilderness stretched out before them, with only the lake water tirelessly lapping against the broken logs.

The dull thuds echoed incessantly, one after another, like an invisible hammer striking the most vulnerable corners of the human heart.

At this moment, in the second dream, all I felt was a deafening roar in my ears, as if a thousand thunderclaps were exploding.

The color drained from her delicate and refined face, replaced by a sickly blush.

She stood there in the wind, wanting to refute these absurd words, but her throat felt dry and she couldn't utter a single word.

What is this?

Even though people from the martial arts world are not bound by formalities, how could they possibly agree to a lifelong commitment in such a casual, informal way, like a business transaction?

An indescribable sense of shame, indignation, and absurdity intertwined like a net, binding her tightly.

"Since it is your kind offer, Father-in-law, how could I dare to disobey?"

Just when Di Er Meng thought he would refuse, Jiang Chen suddenly broke the silence.

He glanced at the bewildered woman with a half-smile, his tone leisurely.

"what?"

Second Dream suddenly looked up, her eyes wide with astonishment. She felt a buzzing in her head, as if she had become a puppet on strings in front of this person.

"Good! Good! Good!!" The Second Blade Emperor was so happy that he danced with joy, saying "good" three times in a row.

"I love your straightforwardness! Unlike those bookworms, all all fuss and indecisiveness, they're just annoying to look at!"

"Now that it's settled, let's get on with it! I can't wait to learn that unparalleled sword intent!!"

After saying that, he urged them on impatiently, wishing he could send the two to their bridal chamber immediately.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and raised his hand to grab at the surrounding bamboo forest and flower bushes in mid-air.

Countless emerald green bamboo leaves, vibrant flowers, and supple vines seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, flying into the air.

Then, to the astonishment of the two, the plants, trees, bamboo and stones began to weave and combine on their own.

In the blink of an eye, exquisite bright red "囍" (double happiness) characters (composed of red flowers), pairs of festive red lanterns (woven from red leaves and vines), and various wedding decorations full of natural charm appeared out of thin air in every corner of Duanqingju.

The originally quiet and elegant bamboo house was instantly transformed into a joyous and festive space, filled with the atmosphere of a newlywed couple.

"This...this is divine intervention again!!"

The Second Blade Emperor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His awe of Jiang Chen was like a surging river, endless and boundless. This ability to create something from nothing and turn decay into magic was simply unheard of!

"Father-in-law, the scene is set up, but the wedding attire and food..." Jiang Chen looked at the Second Blade Emperor.

"Leave it to me!!" The Second Blade Emperor pounded his chest with a thunderous roar.

"I'll go to the nearest town right now and buy back the best wine, the best food, and the most beautiful wedding dress! You wait here, I'll be right back!!"

Whoosh!

Before he finished speaking, he used the fastest lightness skill he had ever used, turning into a blur and disappearing into the end of the forest.

This old man was really going all out to learn the earth-shattering, ghost-weeping sword intent as soon as possible!