I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A gray shadow hovered in the air, and the Sword Emperor's withered fingertips suddenly flicked, unleashing a clear and cold sword intent that had been dormant for many years, like a silver dragon awakening from hibernation, piercing through the void.

Whoosh! !

Countless sword energies, like a storm, pierced towards Jue Wushen. Each sword energy contained terrifying power capable of piercing through metal and stone, and the surrounding air was cut into pieces, emitting a piercing shriek.

"A mere trick! Break it!!"

Absolutely God stood proudly at the center of the torrent of energy, his expression disdainful, letting hundreds of clear sword lights pierce through the air.

His body was filled with powerful energy, which flowed freely like waves. He used his mortal body to withstand the unparalleled sharpness that could pierce through metal and stone. He let the countless rays of light fall on him like a sudden rain, causing dust to rise from his feet and stirring up waves of raging energy.

Ding ding ding ding!!

A series of impacts rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The crystal-clear sword light, capable of cutting through gold and jade, crashed fiercely into the powerful qi, producing a series of clanging sounds and a piercing metallic scraping noise, yet it did not budge the defense in the slightest.

"What?!"

Sword Emperor's eyes were filled with a mixture of surprise and doubt. His attack just now was as powerful as thunder, which should have pierced through all laws. But now, seeing the demon's body as hard as black iron, even a top master would not dare to confront its sharpness. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Jue Wushen laughed wildly, his body surging with powerful energy, and a brilliant golden light seemed to burst forth from his body, making him resemble an angry Arhat with a solemn and dignified appearance.

His steady steps pressed down slowly, his words filled with a sharp, mocking tone, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"My indestructible golden body has long been honed to a state of perfection, impervious to blades and spears, and unaffected by water and fire! Your meager skills are not even enough to tickle me!!"

"An indestructible golden body? I'll give it a try!"

The Sword Emperor's heart burned with true fire, and he resolutely poured all his life's work into the withered bamboo in his palm. The trembling of the withered tree revealed an aura of unyielding determination.

boom!!

The broken bamboo instantly crumbled into powder, and amidst the sound of tearing silk, a dazzling stream of light burst forth.

The sword intent was like a silver dragon emerging from the mountain, carrying an unstoppable momentum, directly piercing the center of Jue Wushen's brow!

All of his life's achievements are culminating in this moment.

The sword's power was overwhelming, shattering the air wherever it passed, and causing the void to churn violently as it could not withstand the overwhelming killing intent.

"That's interesting!"

A cold glint flashed in Jue Wushen's deep pupils as he sank his feet into the ruins, causing the ground to collapse several feet and sending rubble swirling in the air.

"Murderous intent!!"

His right fist, heavy as a cannon, slammed down fiercely against the sword's edge.

Rumble!!!

The deafening roar was like thunder exploding on the ground. The terrifying force of the fist swept across the land like ripples, causing the bluestone within a radius of ten feet to tumble and the dust to obscure the sun. Wherever the force passed, only the void trembled and groaned.

The two, Feng and Yun, who were meditating and healing, were agitated by the aftershocks. Their bodies were tossed and turned by the powerful waves, but their deeply rooted protective energy sensed it and kept the violent energy waves several feet away.

Amidst the swirling dust, the two still managed to steady the panicked Chu Chu beside them, protecting the frail woman from the piercing wind.

As the dust and smoke gradually faded away, the figure of Jue Wushen, standing proudly with his hands behind his back, remained motionless.

Aside from a faint, almost invisible mark on his dark gold armor, his aura remained perfectly smooth and even, exuding an overwhelming and domineering presence that was suffocating.

Sword Emperor's body flew more than ten feet away, swaying and half-kneeling on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. At this moment, his face was ashen.

"Cough cough... What a wonderful turtle shell..."

He clenched his fists tightly against his chest, a hint of lingering fear showing in his deep-set eyes.

The violent shockwave generated by the clash not only penetrated to the bone but also caused internal turmoil, making even the clear and pure energy channels sluggish and fragmented.

"Old man, you've managed to survive one of my punches; you should be proud of yourself!"

Absolutely no god strode steadily over the shattered tiles, turning the rubble to dust wherever he landed. The muffled thuds echoed like a death knell reverberating from the void, and his chilling words, laced with murderous intent, crashed down without a trace of mercy.

"The game is over. None of you will survive!!!!"

"Cough cough..." The Sword Emperor wiped the remaining blood from his lips, his spine trembling as he straightened, his hunched body now standing as upright as a pine tree.

"I'm not quite dead yet!!"

The roar stirred up the remaining clouds, and the clear sword intent soared into the sky once more. Even though his palm was empty, his aged figure was as sharp as a divine sword drawn from its sheath, pointing straight to the heavens.

"All swords return to one!!"

With a roar, the Sword Emperor summoned countless scattered fragments around him, causing them to float up and condense into a massive sword wheel above his head.

This move is the ultimate killing move created by the Sword Emperor himself—Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!

"go!!"

With a push of his hands, the Sword Emperor unleashed a massive sword wheel with earth-shattering power, madly slashing towards Jue Wushen.

"Let this old man see just how much real skill this so-called 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' truly possesses!!"

With a hissing sound, the god of no god stood proudly in the center of the storm of sharp energy, not only not avoiding the sweeping stream of light, but also contemptuously lowering his eyes.

The sword waves violently ravaged all the acupoints on the body, the roaring sound making one's mind and spirit tremble.

Ding ding ding ding!!

The clanging sounds were like divine iron being forged, and dense sparks flew out in all directions in the void.

With a series of ear-piercing crashes of metal shattering, the sturdy armor that Jue Wushen wore finally succumbed to the combined power of ten thousand swords, shattering into fragments that scattered in all directions.

Beneath the shattered armor, a robust body, as if cast from refined bronze, shimmered with a dark golden glow, was revealed.

The sharp blades slashed wildly across the skin's surface, failing to penetrate even a fraction of the flesh. Instead, they produced a series of ear-piercing scraping sounds, and sparks erupted from the taut muscles, perfectly demonstrating the myth of the indestructible golden body's impenetrable defense.

"What?!" The Sword Emperor's face turned pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Hahaha! Useless!" Jue Wushen laughed wildly, his whole body trembled, and his terrifying internal force erupted, shattering the sword wheel around him!

"My indestructible golden body is invincible! Your mere 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique can't even scratch my skin!!"

The demonic sound pierced their ears, causing Feng and Yun to tremble in their minds, and the gloom in their hearts grew even deeper.

Witnessing that even the Sword Emperor's all-out attack could not harm the demon in the slightest, looking across the vast land of China, could there truly be no one left powerless to turn the tide?

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun's eyes met, and the bond of life and death was instantly imprinted in their hearts. The Blood Bodhi Holy Power surged and roared deep within their bodies like a boiling river, giving their dormant meridians a fiery vitality.

Two powerful energies swirled and surged, their yin and yang energies interacting and resonating, poised to unleash their full potential to compose an earth-shattering, boundless mahava.

Suddenly, a change occurred. The dull yet orderly footsteps pierced through the distance, their rhythm as steady as armored armor advancing, each step accompanied by a chilling, bone-chilling wave of killing intent.

Four figures slowly approached.

The leader, dressed in a dragon robe, was none other than the "Emperor"!

Behind him followed Eunuch Cao, as well as Juedi and Tianxing, who had just been fighting the true emperor in the side hall!

Now that Jedi and Skywalker have appeared here, the fate of the true emperor... is self-evident!

"Greetings, Palace Master!!"

Juedi, Tianxing, and Eunuch Cao all knelt down before Jue Wushen and respectfully greeted him.

Suddenly, an unexpected turn of events occurred. The Sword Emperor's deep-set eyes flashed with shock and doubt, but with death looming on the line, he could not shake off even the slightest whim in his heart.

Desperately squeezing hope from his withered face, he clung tightly to the bright yellow figure as a lifeline, crying out hoarsely:

"Your Highness! Immediately issue an edict to mobilize the Imperial Guards and swiftly suppress the Japanese devils!!"

However, the emperor merely stared at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Suppress?" the emperor sneered.

"Old man, haven't you realized it yet? This world will soon belong to the Godless Palace!"

"What?!"

Sword Emperor was struck dumb, staring in disbelief at the familiar "nephew" before him.

No! That look, that tone... it's definitely not the emperor!

"You...you're fake?!" The Sword Emperor realized instantly.

Seeing his scheme completely exposed, Jue Wushen suddenly leaped forward, his heavy footsteps shattering the rubble. A ferocious howl accompanied by overwhelming killing intent pressed down on him in an instant, aimed directly at the Sword Emperor's chest:

"You old bastard, prepare to die!!"

Faced with the overwhelming force of the fist descending from the mountain, the Sword Emperor's withered body twisted and turned strangely, narrowly escaping the center of the powerful wave.

With a powerful stomp of his toes, his battered figure leaped through the air like a startled swan, hurtling toward the still-smirking fake emperor.

The fake emperor's eyes had not yet lost their ferocity when he saw the fleeting afterimage rushing towards him. He was so terrified that he stood frozen in place, unable to move.

The light flashed by in an instant. Taking advantage of the moment, the Sword Emperor circled around to the back, his withered fingers rapidly striking and sealing all the major acupoints on the body, his five fingers gripping the top of the head tightly.

"Don't come any closer!!"

"Dare to take even half a step forward, and I'll crush your head!!"

The Sword Emperor roared fiercely, his fingertips pulsating with incessant force.

Seeing their young master being restrained, Juedi and Tianxing were struck dumb, their eyes filled with horror and fear.

"Stop!!" the two shouted in unison, their words filled with a fearful yet trembling tone.

"Release the young master at once!!"

Young Master?! Everyone present was stunned upon hearing this title.

So this fake emperor was actually the son of Absolute God?!

"Heh heh, so he's your son..." The Sword Emperor sneered, increasing the pressure in his hand.

"No God, step back immediately! Otherwise, I'll ensure you have no descendants!!"

All the Japanese ronin, the leaders of the Oni-Kara, including Miyamoto Zang, the eldest disciple of Jue Wushen, held their breath and watched Jue Wushen with tension.

That's the Palace Master's own son!

However, Godless did not stop in the slightest. He looked at his "son" who was being held hostage by the Sword Emperor, and there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes, only endless indifference and cruelty.

"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles." These eight words were coldly uttered by Jue Wushen.

"What does sacrificing one son matter for my grand ambitions?!"

"What?!"

Sword Emperor's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, Absolute God had already rushed in front of him!

boom!!

"Murderous intent!!"

Before the roar had even finished, a heavy punch had already been thrown out with the force to shatter mountains and pierce the sky. The gust of wind that surged up around the ruins swept through them, bringing with it a chilling and terrifying howl.

His powerful and resolute fist did not strike the Sword Emperor, but instead ruthlessly pierced through the child blocking his way, completely disregarding the tenderness between blood relatives.

The fake emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and the feigned majesty on his face shattered instantly.

boom! ! !

A muffled roar reverberated as the domineering fist force, like a torrent of scorching iron, pierced through the puppet's chest, spraying blood mist everywhere. The remaining force continued to surge and resonate, sinking deep into the Sword Emperor's chest.

"puff!!"

The Sword Emperor's withered body was struck as if by a heavy cauldron, and together with the corpse of the fake emperor, it flew backward for more than ten feet. Where it crashed heavily, the ruins and dust covered the sky.

The clamor vanished in an instant, leaving only a heavy, oppressive silence that enveloped the ruins like leaden clouds, with the pungent smell of blood silently permeating the cracks in the rubble.

The Japanese ronin gaped, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Miyamoto was so frightened that he trembled all over and almost dropped his twin swords.

ruthless!

Too bad!

To kill the enemy, he actually killed his own son?!

"Hmph! Trash!" Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, Jue Wushen flicked the blood from his hands and said coldly.

"You can't even handle this small matter, what use are you?!"

In his heart, only the pursuit of hegemony is eternal!

As for family ties?

That's a burden only the weak need!