I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Storm?"

Jue Wushen's gaze was like a knife, coldly sweeping over the two of them, his face full of disdain.

His deep, husky voice was like a dull saw tugging at the heartstrings, sending chills down one's spine.

"The martial arts world of the Central Plains is all hype, but it turns out they're just two babies who haven't even been weaned yet?"

"Who are you?!"

Nie Feng stood with his sword drawn, protecting Bu Jingyun and Chu Chu behind him. His blade trembled slightly, ready to strike.

"Want to know?" The Godless One laughed wildly, his voice spreading outwards like waves, causing the air to hum.

"I am no god! I have come today to send you all to the Yellow Springs!!"

The echoes of his wild laughter still lingered in his ears when Jue Wushen suddenly sprang up, without any fancy or complicated starting moves, simply taking a single, straightforward step.

boom!!

Where the foot landed, the hard bluestone instantly turned to dust.

A dense, tangible aura shot into the sky, instantly shattering the surrounding void.

The terrifying shockwave was like the collapse of an ancient demonic mountain, pressing down with an overbearing will to crush everything. The airflow was as stagnant as iron, making even breathing painful and causing one's chest to ache, as if they were about to explode and die at any moment.

"A master!" Nie Feng's heart skipped a beat.

This person's strength is so profound that it's unfathomable!

Retreat? Absolutely not!

Behind him were Senior Brother Yun and Chu Chu; taking a step back meant falling into an abyss!

"Senior Brother Yun, I'll hold them off! You protect Chu Chu and find a chance to break through!"

Once a promise is made, there is no turning back, even at the cost of life.

Nie Feng mustered all his courage and forcefully crushed the trace of fear in his heart.

The Snow Drinking Saber was suddenly raised high, and its chilling blade energy erupted. Within a radius of ten feet, the temperature plummeted, and the ground was instantly covered with a layer of white frost.

"Cold Blade, Icy Heart!!"

The Snow Drinking Mad Blade slashed down in response, and in an instant, its cold light surged, transforming into a terrifying blade aura several tens of feet long, carrying an extreme chill that could destroy the world as it cleaved down!

Under the raging cold light, the hard blue stone shattered inch by inch like a spider web, and the void seemed to be frozen!

This strike was the culmination of Nie Feng's life's work; even if Xiong Ba were to personally intervene, he would not dare to take it lightly!

Jue Wushen neither dodged nor avoided, nor even blinked, standing proudly in place like an ancient demon god.

clang!!!

The sound of metal clashing pierced the clouds and split rocks.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to go deaf.

The chilling blade struck Jue Wushen's chest with tremendous force, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, crumbling inch by inch!

The light surrounding Jue Wushen trembled slightly, and a terrifying, world-destroying aura, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, pierced through him—

Boom!!

The solid, thick blue brick floor was actually plowed open by this penetrating force!

The smooth brick surface instantly cracked and rolled over, blasting out a hideous ravine tens of meters long!

The bricks and stones at the break point instantly turned to dust, and the residual force made the area within a hundred feet feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave, causing people's livers and gallbladders to tremble!

The force of the recoil was like a raging tide, causing Nie Feng's tiger's mouth to split open, and blood trickled down the hilt of his sword.

His gaze was fixed on the golden demon god before him, and he felt a chill run straight to the top of his head, leaving him with nothing but endless horror.

"He took a direct hit from Xueyin's blade... and... he's completely unharmed?!"

"Hmph! A mere trick!" Jue Wushen dusted off non-existent dust from his chest, his eyes full of mockery.

"The martial arts of the Central Plains are nothing but fancy moves! They can't even break through my indestructible golden body!!"

The arrogant echoes still lingered, but the mockery in Jue Wushen's eyes had completely transformed into chilling killing intent.

With a sudden jolt of his right arm, a powerful surge of energy, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, converged wildly at the tip of his fist, transforming into an invisible cannon that pierced through the void and struck Nie Feng's chest from afar!

boom! !

This punch was incredibly powerful, descending with the force of Mount Tai crashing down, so fast that even a thunderclap couldn't catch up.

With his old strength exhausted and no new strength generated, Nie Feng felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by a giant hammer. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and a spray of blood rained down in mid-air.

"puff--"

The moment it landed, another spray of crimson water erupted, staining the ruins and rubble red.

Nie Feng barely managed to prop himself up, then everything went black, and he nearly fainted.

"Junior Brother Feng!!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot, and he could no longer care about his feelings for his children. He released Chu Chu from his arms.

He frantically tapped the ground with his toes, pushing his movements to the limit, and shot out like an arrow.

In a few leaps, he swept across the mess and rushed into the ruins to firmly support his junior brother's body.

The area his fingertips touched was warm and slippery, causing a surge of horror in his heart—his junior brother Feng's cultivation had reached a state of perfection, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from this demon!

"How dare you hurt my junior brother!!"

This roar was filled with boundless rage. Veins bulged on Bu Jingyun's forehead, and killing intent boiled in his eyes. He was like a tiger unleashed from its cage, determined to tear the thug in front of him to pieces!

"I am overwhelmed with grief!!"

The sword energy, like a tapestry, carried a profound sense of sorrow and bitterness, transforming into a torrential downpour that enveloped Jue Wushen's vital points.

"Oh? A mysterious sword technique?" Jue Wushen raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"You've mastered this nameless martial art to a certain extent, even though you, a one-armed cripple, have achieved some proficiency! However..."

"Even if an unknown person were to come in person, I would not be afraid, let alone a good-for-nothing like you!!"

"Murderous intent!!"

Jue Wushen unleashed his right fist, the force of which solidified into a sharp, indestructible cone of light, easily tearing through the sky-filling sword net and striking directly at Bu Jingyun's heart!

boom!!

The countless sword shadows shattered the moment they made contact with the fist's force. Amidst the surging wind, the domineering fist force swept through as if it were nothing, instantly shattering Bu Jingyun's protective true energy.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking is sickening.

"Well……"

Bu Jingyun groaned, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Nie Feng reacted swiftly, his palms suddenly supporting the back of the opponent's chest, deflecting the force and redirecting the energy.

With a deafening roar, the blue bricks beneath their feet shattered into dust instantly, unable to withstand the terrifying force.

"puff!!"

Bu Jingyun coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his face turning ashen in an instant. His domineering aura vanished like a tidal wave, leaving only a sliver of life swaying in the wind.

"Brother Yun!!"

Chu Chu let out a heart-wrenching cry and rushed forward, holding the blood-soaked Bu Jingyun tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

However, in the blink of an eye, the two heroes of Fengyun suffered a crushing defeat!

Absolute God stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three people who were like ants, his brows furrowed with an arrogant disdain for the world.

"This is what they call 'storming the storm'? A worthless piece of trash, utterly vulnerable!"

"Master's divine skills are unparalleled, and his fist intent is boundless! In Master's eyes, mere wind and clouds are indeed no different from ants!"

Miyamoto stood with his head bowed, his eyes filled with fervor, his words brimming with undisguised admiration.

On the city wall, ten Japanese ronin stood frozen, staring intently at the towering figure in the center of the arena, who seemed like a god or a demon. They held their breath in utter shock.

In their eyes, the domineering power displayed by Godless's punch had transcended the realm of the mortal, making even these ruthless rogues feel their souls stirred and filled with endless awe.

"The Palace of No Gods, its might shakes the world! Long live the Palace Master, a god of war! Long live the Palace Master!"

Countless demons roared like madmen, the sound of weapons clashing against shields echoing through the sky. The intense killing intent mixed with fanaticism converged into a suffocating torrent, threatening to overwhelm the remaining ruins.

A cold glint suddenly appeared in Jue Wushen's eyes.

Faced with Guichaluo's fanatical shouts, he simply raised his right arm slowly and clenched his fist tightly.

At the point of the fist, the violent energy swirled wildly, swallowing up all the surrounding light, leaving only a deadly killing intent that spread dully through the ruins.

The tumultuous history has come to an end!

This attack was aimed at killing, determined to utterly destroy the two severely wounded men lying on the ground.

"Go to hell!!"

Every punch landed perfectly, the gale-force winds swept up the ruins and debris, accompanied by ear-piercing sonic booms, crashing down like meteors falling to earth!

"Damn you, your ancestors! Get out of here!!"

A deep, angry roar, like thunder from a dry land, resounded from the depths of the void.

Whoosh!!

An old man in gray robes arrived in a flash, as fast as a shooting star, and stood in front of Feng Yun in the blink of an eye.

The fishing rod in his hand suddenly intercepted, the clear sword energy like the moon reflected in a cold pool, revealing an unparalleled sharpness that could tear through the void.

boom!!

The two forces collided head-on, like a meteorite falling to the ground.

The violent killing fist and the cold sword realm collided head-on, stirring up overlapping shockwaves that swept in all directions, turning the rubble into dust.

The smoke and dust were slowly lifted.

The lingering aura of chaos still remained. The old man stood tall and straight, like a lone sword drawn from its sheath standing in the center of the ruins. Every wrinkle on his body exuded a fearsome sharpness.

The old man's bamboo fishing rod now emitted a chilling light, sharper than any divine weapon in the world!

"Another one sent to their death?"

Jue Wushen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the old man like a blade, and his expression finally became more serious.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

That old geezer has a deep and unfathomable aura; he's a formidable opponent!

"State your name!"

"I am the Sword Emperor!"

The fishing rod lay casually to one side, and a clear, sharp sword sound emanated from its withered body. The chilling sword intent was like a silver dragon awakening from hibernation, soaring into the sky.

The Sword Emperor glanced sideways at the Japanese demon before him, his deep-set eyes overflowing with disdain, and sneered:

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Daring to run wild in China, you're truly tired of living!"

"Sword Emperor? Fine!" Jue Wushen laughed in fury, his body surging with violent energy.

"Remember who killed you—the Godless Palace of the Eastern Kingdom, the Godless One!!"

"So you're just barbarians from the East." The Sword Emperor scoffed, spitting a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.

"A tiny place like this dares to try and swallow an elephant whole? Aren't they afraid of breaking all their teeth?"

"You two, if you're not dead, at least catch your breath! Don't just lie there like corpses! Take your medicine, don't hold me back!"

"senior……"

Despite the excruciating pain, Nie Feng trembled as he pulled out two Blood Bodhi stones, stuffing one into Bu Jingyun's mouth and swallowing the other himself.

As the sacred medicine entered his stomach, two streams of heat erupted like magma, frantically washing over his depleted meridians.

In a short while, the two men's pale faces regained some color.

"Want to heal your wounds? Dream on!!"

How can a god allow people to breathe?

With a roar, his figure shot out like an arrow, his killing fist stirring up a storm of blood and gore, determined to kill the three obstacles in one fell swoop!

"Your opponent is your grandpa!!" Sword Emperor's beard and hair stood on end, and he suddenly jerked the fishing rod in his hand.

hum! !

Ripples suddenly appeared in the void. Layers of air waves roared like raging tides, stirring up layers upon layers of invisible ripples, even shattering the surrounding light and shadow due to the violent tremors.

The shadow of the pole loomed horizontally, instantly conjuring up countless sword intents, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or the Yangtze River surging forward, intercepting the deadly punch in mid-air!

Rumble!!

The powerful energy surged, turning all the surrounding ruins into dust.

Amidst the smoke and dust, an old man and a king confront each other across the distance, their murderous intent causing the celestial phenomena to change and the wind and clouds to shift!