I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Let's talk inside." The Sword Emperor sighed softly, then turned and entered the shadowy side hall with his hands behind his back.

The emperor remained silent, only bowing his head deeply, his back hunched over with shame like a taut bow, looking like a child who had committed a terrible mistake, following closely behind.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, his knees seemed to lose their support, making a heart-wrenching cracking sound. The dignified emperor knelt down like this, his forehead hitting the blue brick floor heavily!

"Royal Uncle! I...I am suffering!" The emperor dropped all pretense, tears mingling with snot streaming down his face, his voice rough as if it had been ground by sand.

"This emperor is such a pathetic ruler! Treacherous officials control the court, foreign enemies are eyeing us covetously, and the common people can't live a decent life... I have no face to meet my ancestors!"

The Sword Emperor lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the trembling bright yellow dragon robe at his feet. The sharpness in his eyes melted away inch by inch, leaving only a helpless sigh.

He bent down to help the emperor up, his tone slow and deliberate:

"Get up. You are the emperor, your knees are worth gold. You kneel to heaven, earth, and your ancestors, but kneel to this old man? Aren't you afraid of shortening my lifespan?"

"Royal Uncle..."

"Life is tough."

The Sword Emperor placed his hand on the Emperor's shoulder, releasing a subtle burst of internal energy from his palm to steadily lift the limp body.

The support felt incredibly heavy, yet when it landed on me, it felt as light as a feather.

"The burden of this nation is crushing. It's truly bitter for you to carry it all alone. But you are the backbone of the people; if your spine bends, the world will truly collapse."

"Nephew understands." The emperor hastily wiped his face, forcing himself to calm down, and looked up to ask.

"I just don't understand, Uncle, why are you so determined to spare Bu Jingyun's life? He is..."

"A wanted criminal who wiped out an entire family?" The Sword Emperor seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, his eyebrows and eyes full of amusement, and he nonchalantly flicked his clothes.

"Bu Jingyun committed numerous murders in the past, all because he was blinded by hatred. Now that the World Society has vanished, all past grievances should be wiped clean. No one is perfect, who can be without fault? It is better to leave him alive to atone for his sins than to kill him with one blow."

The emperor opened his mouth to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat.

His face flushed red and then turned pale, burning as if he had been slapped hard in public, and he dared not utter a word.

"Besides..." The Sword Emperor's gaze passed over the windowpane and landed on the vast sea of ​​clouds.

"These two, Feng and Yun, are martial arts prodigies, one in a century. Though their lives are stained with blood and gore, they still retain a pure heart. Now, the land is afflicted with incurable diseases, and needs this potent medicine to fight poison with poison. Keeping them alive will surely prove invaluable in the future!"

"I see……"

Upon hearing these words, the emperor seemed to awaken from a dream, and all his confusion vanished.

He took a deep breath, straightened his slightly disheveled dragon robe, and bowed deeply to the Sword Emperor with utmost respect.

"Your Majesty, I have learned much from your wisdom."

"Alright, enough with the formalities." The Sword Emperor waved his hand, instantly reverting to his lazy and nonchalant demeanor.

"I came out of seclusion not for empty fame. Now that you're safe here, it's time for me to leave."

"Is Imperial Uncle leaving already?" the Emperor urged urgently to persuade him to stay.

The Sword Emperor paused slightly, his cloudy old eyes sweeping over the Emperor like a hawk's, his brows gradually furrowing.

"There's one more thing."

"I see your steps are unsteady and your energy is depleted. Your martial arts skills must have deteriorated considerably over the years, haven't they?"

Touched on a sore spot, the emperor's face turned purple instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his eyes darted around aimlessly. Where was the slightest trace of the majesty of the supreme ruler?

He hesitated for a long time, but ultimately didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"The harem of three thousand beauties is indeed a paradise of intoxicating tenderness, but it is also a bloodless, bone-scraping steel knife." The Sword Emperor's tone was half teasing and half warning.

"As the emperor, one should prioritize one's health and not allow wine and women to drain one's foundation. If one cannot even clench one's fist, how can one talk about securing the throne?"

The emperor, his face flushed with embarrassment, hurriedly tried to defend himself:

"Uncle, actually I..."

"Let's go!"

The Sword Emperor didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and the fishing rod leaning against the side fell into his palm in mid-air.

With a long, booming laugh that seemed to shatter the clouds and split rocks, he strode across the threshold, his wide robes billowing in the strong wind.

"Take care of yourself! Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Doing practical things for the people is better than anything else!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already transformed into a streak of light, leaping over the high walls in a few bounds and disappearing into the depths of the palace complex.

The emperor stood on the steps, watching the departing figure, motionless for a long time.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath, the confusion in his eyes dissipating, replaced by an unprecedented resolve.

"Rest assured, Imperial Uncle, I... will never let you down!"

"What a perfect line! I'll never disappoint you!!" A sarcastic and mocking voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the shadowy side hall.

"Who?!"

Upon uttering this sharp shout, the emperor's spine snapped into a straight line, and his entire body sprang back like a fully drawn bow.

His sleeves billowed with energy, creating a whistling sound, and his gaze was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing straight towards the source of the sinister laughter.

The shadows writhed, and four ghostly figures slowly emerged.

By the dim light of the flickering lamp, the emperor's gaze fixed on something.

In an instant, a chill ran straight to the top of my head!

The newcomer's facial features were exactly the same as his own!

If it weren't for the fact that the real person is here, even the person next to you in bed would probably have difficulty distinguishing between the real and the fake.

Beside the fake emperor stood a pale-faced, beardless old eunuch.

He lightly brushed the whisk aside, a sinister sneer playing on his lips.

Grand Eunuch Cao.

There were also two ghostly figures, one tall and one short, like withered trees and dead ashes, surrounded by a nauseating aura of bloodlust.

The Godless Palace Star of Evil – Desperate and Skyward!

"Eunuch Cao! I have always treated you well, how dare you betray your master?!"

The emperor's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the obsequious old face that was all too familiar before him. His ten fingers were already deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms, from which streaks of crimson blood seeped.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, a wise bird chooses its tree to perch on." Eunuch Cao flicked his pinky finger, his eyes full of mockery.

"The Wushen Palace possesses an aura that can swallow mountains and rivers; its rule over the Divine Land is ordained by Heaven. This old servant is merely going with the flow."

"Damn it!!"

"You've treated me well?" Eunuch Cao sneered, his powdered old face suddenly contorting into a hideous grimace.

"Don't flatter yourself! Our family has been the Palace Master's spy planted deep within the palace since childhood! We've endured for decades, all for this day of dynastic change!"

"Great! Excellent!"

The emperor was so angry that he laughed instead, and his usual submissive facade instantly crumbled.

His spine stood straight, and a chilling imperial aura suddenly erupted, causing the candlelight in the hall to dance wildly.

"Do you really think I'm made of clay? Today I'll show you what true royal martial arts are!"

boom!!

Golden light surged, and the imperial dragon aura soared into the sky.

"You eunuch Cao, prepare to die!"

The emperor roared, his figure moving like an arrow released from a bow, his fist carrying the force of wind and thunder, aimed straight at Eunuch Cao's face!

This attack was launched in anger, with overwhelming power. Where was there any trace of his usual weakness?

"Oh dear, Your Majesty is in a terrible temper!"

With a strange cry, Eunuch Cao's figure drifted backward several feet like a ghost, his lightness skill astonishing.

"Royal Fist?" A cold snort, like a muffled thunderclap, rang out.

Juedi and Tianxing looked contemptuous and had somehow stepped in front of Eunuch Cao.

"I've heard the Imperial Fist is unparalleled in power? My brothers and I have practiced 'Heaven and Earth Annihilation' for twenty years, specifically to counter your fancy but ineffective moves!"

"Today, I will beat you, this true dragon, into a dead mudfish!"

"presumptuous!"

A loud shout shook the roof beams, causing dust to fall in a flurry.

The emperor held nothing back, transforming into a dazzling golden light. His imperial dragon aura surged forth, his fist seemingly weighing a thousand pounds, compressing the surrounding air with a piercing roar, determined to crush the arrogant fool before him into dust.

"Royal Fist: Fist That Shakes the World!!"

"kill!"

With a fierce and mournful cry, Jue Di and Tian Xing advanced instead of retreating, their figures moving like ghosts, leaving behind many afterimages.

The billowing death energy instantly boiled, transforming into two gray, monstrous waves that crashed fiercely against the dazzling golden light!

The deathly aura, like a black tide from the deepest hell, swept over and engulfed every inch of the hall.

The golden light trembled violently, and faintly, the stirring and soaring dragon roar was tinged with a sense of desolation at the end of its rope.

The two extreme forces collided violently, and the furnishings in the side hall were instantly reduced to dust.

The spreading smoke and dust instantly filled the entire space, obstructing vision. One could feel a suffocating, chilling killing intent that solidified into a tangible form, locking the souls of those in the hall.

"Eunuch Cao, let's go."

The fake emperor didn't even lift his eyelids, and didn't even bother to check the results of the battle.

This self-confidence gave him a chillingly indifferent air about him.

He straightened the dragon pattern on his cuffs, and strode out of the palace gate with measured steps.

"Your servant obeys the decree."

Eunuch Cao bent his waist into a hook, his face plastered with layers of nauseating fawning smiles, following closely behind the fake emperor like a lapdog. Where was the slightest bit of the arrogance he had shown when facing the real dragon?

As soon as the two stepped out of the side hall, they saw flames shooting into the sky above the square.

A large number of imperial guards and top-notch palace warriors arrived at the sound, their armor clashing against each other, echoing through the night sky as they surged toward the location like a tidal wave.

"Protect the Emperor! There's an assassin!"

Thousands of imperial guards roared in unison, their voices converging into a rolling thunderclap that crashed over the imperial city, causing the deep palace to tremble.

The fake emperor didn't stop walking, only glancing listlessly at the person beside him.

Eunuch Cao understood immediately, straightened his back instantly, stepped forward, flicked his whisk in the air, and his shrill voice, as if piercing through clouds and splitting rocks, drowned out the noisy crowd:

"Insolence! His Majesty is in perfect health. Where did these assassins come from? Such shouting and disturbing His Majesty's presence—how many heads do you have to spare?!"

The captain of the guards abruptly stopped at the bottom of the steps.

He looked into the hall with suspicion and uncertainty. There, the air was filled with booming energy and the sound of collapse was deafening. It was clear that a fierce battle between life and death was taking place.

But the emperor himself was completely unharmed, and even stood before them with a look of contentment on his face...

"Can……"

Cold sweat trickled down the commander's forehead as his gaze shifted back and forth between the raging palace and the serene "Son of Heaven".

"Aren't you going to step back?" Eunuch Cao narrowed his eyes and uttered a few words in a sinister tone.

"Could it be... that they're planning a rebellion?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not! Your Majesty... I deserve ten thousand deaths!"

The commander trembled, his last shred of doubt shattered by these scathing words.

He gritted his teeth and swung his large hand violently.

"withdraw!"

The tide receded in the blink of an eye, and the vast square returned to deathly silence in an instant, with only the mournful roar of the trapped beasts struggling inside the palace, carried far away by the night wind.

As dawn breaks, it tears through the heavy night like a sharp blade, mercilessly casting the first rays of light upon the majestic imperial city.

The South Gate is in sight; once you cross it, you will be completely out of the capital's territory.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun protected Chu Chu, pushing their movement techniques to the limit, like two streaks of smoke, speeding past along the bluestone imperial road.

"Senior Brother Yun, once you step out of this door, your path to survival will be revealed!"

Nie Feng wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, a spark of light igniting in his eyes.

Bu Jingyun did not answer, but instead slowed his pace.

His cold, stern gaze swept across the empty city tower like lightning, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart—it was too quiet.

The vast south gate was completely deserted, with not a single soldier in sight.

Chu Chu nestled against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, unaware of any murderous intent. Instead, she felt a sense of peaceful bliss.

One hundred zhang, fifty zhang.

Life is within reach.

boom!!!

A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground, and the entire city tower seemed to be shaken by this enormous force. The bluestone ground beneath our feet trembled violently, almost overturning us!

The heavy ironwood city gate, towering several meters high and capable of withstanding the impact of a thousand troops, crumbled in an instant!

Thousands of wood chips mixed with gravel, like a rain of pear blossoms, shot out from the sky!

"retreat!"

Nie Feng shouted, and the Snow Drinking Saber was suddenly drawn, its cold light like a waterfall, weaving an impenetrable ice wall in front of him.

The billowing dust, like an earthen dragon, instantly swallowed the dawn's light, turning everything in sight into a hazy, yellowish darkness.

As the dust settled, a majestic figure, like an ancient demonic mountain, stood between the shattered city gates.

The dark gold armor gleamed with a chilling light. The newcomer stood with his hands behind his back, making no deliberate gestures, yet his domineering aura of absolute self-importance made the air freeze.

With each step he took, the hard bluestone collapsed silently, as if even this piece of land could not bear his ambition and weight!

Behind him stood a young samurai with two swords at his waist and a face as cold as ice. He was none other than Miyamoto Zang, the eldest disciple of the Godless Palace!

Further on, there were countless black-clad yakshas wearing hannya masks, densely packed like ant colonies, their long swords reflecting a chilling light, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Looking up, atop the majestic city wall, twelve identical Japanese ronin, all dressed in straw hats, stood looking down from above.

They were like twelve poisonous nails driven into the void, their auras intertwined, tightly choking off this last escape route through the air.

"What a terrifying sense of oppression..."

Nie Feng's gaze pierced through the layers of encirclement, locking onto the majestic figure in the center of the city gate. His heart trembled violently, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped his sword.

The domineering aura emanating from the opponent, capable of devouring heaven and earth, was even three points stronger than that of the former Xiong Ba!

Bu Jingyun's pupils shrank sharply, and his killing intent, as cold as ice and frost, instantly enveloped the surrounding area.

An unprecedented chill instantly pierced through his bones, and his intuition, like an alarm bell, pounded wildly in his mind—today he was probably truly trapped in a dead end with no way out!

The overlord of the East, the godless one, has descended upon the Central Plains!