I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"A madman...he's a fucking madman!"

Sword Emperor stared at the gradually cooling corpse in the pool of blood, his eyes twitching.

Tiger poison does not eat its seeds.

For the sake of a dragon throne, he would kill his own flesh and blood without batting an eye.

This monstrous creature was never human.

They are clearly demons disguised in human skin.

"I'll fight this mad dog to the death!"

Sword Emperor felt a surge of blood rise to his head, his withered body suddenly straightened, and just as he was about to forcefully gather his true energy, two large hands firmly pressed down on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

The wind stirs on the right, and clouds surge on the left.

"Senior, you should rest." Nie Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Leave this to us."

Bu Jingyun didn't speak, but took a step forward. Black energy swirled around his right palm, and a deathly aura exploded out.

The wind has no form, and the clouds are ever-changing.

Two completely different forces intertwined, collided, and merged wildly in that instant.

"The winds and clouds... unite!"

Boom!

In an instant, the world changed color, and a terrifying tornado that stretched from the ground to the sky rose up. The gale, mixed with the heavy force of the Cloud-Piercing Palm, forcefully lifted the bluestone slabs within a radius of a hundred feet.

Countless pebbles were shoved into the eye of the storm, transforming into a ferocious earth dragon that roared and crashed toward Jue Wushen, who stood with his hands behind his back, with earth-shattering power!

The destructive energy unleashed by the Maha Boundless instantly engulfed the South Gate Square. The raging sandstorm, like a raging torrent, obscured the sky and transformed the surroundings into a chaotic dead zone where one could not even see one's own hand.

"Walk!"

Using the devastating force as cover, Bu Jingyun carried the still-shaken Chu Chu on his back, while Nie Feng supported the exhausted Sword Emperor. The group moved like lightning, instantly disappearing into the swirling dust.

Juedi and Tianxing were terrified. Dragging the fake emperor's mangled corpse, they scrambled out of the storm's edge, looking utterly pathetic.

On the city wall, a group of Japanese ronin stared in disbelief.

All that could be seen was the roar of the earth dragon;

All I could hear was the deafening roar of wind and thunder.

A perfect combination of wind and clouds, astonishing the world!

In his shock, he didn't even notice the figures flying past him, thinking it was just a passing gust of wind.

At the eye of the storm, Jue Wushen's dough was being scraped painfully by the strong wind.

Ordinary internal energy could not withstand this crushing force.

"What a magnificent, boundless roar!" The Godless One's eyes widened in fury, his feet firmly planted in the stone, and a thunderous roar erupted from his throat.

"A perfect, indestructible golden body!!"

In an instant, golden light shot into the sky, and his power instantly increased to its full potential. The dazzling golden light solidified into an impenetrable golden barrier.

Boom—!

The earthen dragon, carrying immense force, crashed violently into the golden body.

A tooth-grinding scraping sound echoed through the sky, and sparks flew everywhere.

The two extreme forces clashed fiercely, causing the plaza ground to crack inch by inch, with gravel flying everywhere.

We'll tough it out!

The body of the god trembled slightly, yet it remained as immovable as a reef in the sea, no matter how the raging waves crashed against it.

After ten breaths, Feng Jing finally exhausted his strength.

The earth dragon let out a mournful cry of resentment and disintegrated into a sky full of yellow sand.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Jue Wushen's proud figure was revealed.

His trousers had already been shredded to shreds by the force of the energy, leaving him completely naked except for a pair of underpants covering his body.

Although his physical body shone with golden light and remained unharmed, the bluestone beneath his feet had been pulverized into dust, and his legs were sunk more than half a foot into the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of wild laughter shook the rubble.

Jue Wushen slowly pulled out his legs, shook the dust off his shoulders, his face full of arrogant arrogance.

"The so-called 'Wind and Cloud Union,' the legendary technique that defeated Xiong Ba, is nothing special after all!"

"A worthless piece of trash, utterly vulnerable!"

"The Palace Master is mighty! Long live the Palace Master! Long live the Palace Master!"

Miyamoto was the first to kneel, followed by countless demons who knelt in unison like mountains of gold and jade pillars collapsing, their heads buried deep in the dust, their fervent shouts echoing through the sky.

"The Palace Master's martial arts are unparalleled, invincible under heaven!!"

On the city wall, ten proud and arrogant Japanese ronin looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes filled with horror.

The earth-shattering storm that just occurred would have pulverized any one of them.

But Jue Wushen actually withstood the attack with his physical body and was completely unharmed!

This indestructible golden body is terrifyingly powerful!

As the gods basked in the worship of the crowd, the sinister smile on their lips grew ever more unrestrained.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping towards the direction from which the storm had come, as if waiting to see those two arrogant juniors kneel down and beg for mercy.

To their surprise, when the smoke and dust cleared, all they could see was a pile of broken stones and nothing at all; there wasn't a single person in sight.

"Ran away?" Jue Wushen raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes showing no anger but rather a hint of mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"You run pretty fast."

He didn't rush to chase after them; he simply stretched his neck, producing a series of crackling sounds.

"Once you've taken my deadly punch, how far can you run?"

"Miyamoto Kura!"

"Your disciple is here!"

"Chase!" Jue Wushen's figure leaped up from the ground, swooping towards the south gate like an eagle, his voice so cold it was icy.

"I want to see him alive or dead."

"yes!"

Miyamoto Zang and ten Japanese ronin, along with countless demons, surged toward the South Gate like a tidal wave, raising clouds of dust.

In the blink of an eye, the deafening noise had dissipated.

The vast square was deathly silent, with only a mess on the ground and the long-cold corpse.

Juedi and Tianxing knelt beside the pool of blood, trembling like leaves.

"Young...Young Master..."

Jedi mustered his courage and reached out. The moment his fingertips touched the sunken chest, he recoiled as if electrocuted.

The force of the punch shattered his sternum inch by inch, and his internal organs were blasted into a pile of mud, leaving him lifeless.

Jedi and Skywalker exchanged a deathly pale glance, their jaws chattering violently in fear, a chill running down their spines:

Even tigers don't eat their cubs. If the Palace Master can be so ruthless as to kill his own cubs today, wouldn't it be as easy as crushing ants if he were to crush the two of them tomorrow?

Da, da, da.

Suddenly, a series of light, slow footsteps echoed from the depths of the shadows, unhurried and calm, each step striking the hearts of the two like a heavy hammer blow.

"Who?!"

The two of them turned around abruptly, like startled birds.

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows. The newcomer wore a purple-gold brocade robe, had a handsome face, and a faint, eerie smile played on his lips.

Jedi's pupils constricted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Young...Young Master?!"

Looking at the living person in front of them, and then at the mangled corpse on the ground, their minds went blank.

"Young Master, you...you're not dead? Then what's this on the ground...?"

Faced with this terrified question, Juexin ignored it, not even lifting his eyelids slightly.

He strode forward, glanced down at the mangled flesh on the ground, and there was not a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

There was only a hint of amusement, and a deep, cold mockery.

"Tear his face off."

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Jedi reached out, trembling, and groped haphazardly across the corpse's face before suddenly ripping it off.

Hiss.

A skin as thin as a cicada's wing fell off.

Beneath the mask lay a mangled, disfigured face, its features grotesque. Old scars had long since scabbed over and healed, yet the face remained twisted and hardened like a pile of dead flesh, sending chills down one's spine.

"Oni-Kara?!"

The desperate cry went unanswered.

It turns out that the "young master" who was smashed to pieces by a single punch was just a scapegoat wearing a mask!

"Hoo..." They exhaled a breath of stale air, and the two of them instantly collapsed to the ground, as if they had just returned from the gates of hell.

"Thank goodness... Young Master is alright, thank goodness..."

However, Juexin, standing to the side, showed no joy at having escaped death.

He raised his head and looked in the direction where Jue Wushen had left. His eyes, which had been clear before, were now filled with endless coldness and resentment.

He saw everything clearly from the shadows.

When the Sword Emperor held the substitute hostage to threaten Jue Wushen, Jue Wushen did not hesitate, did not have any scruples, and did not even hesitate for a moment. He directly killed him with a punch!

That punch, though it landed on the stand-in, seemed to strike Juexin's heart, shattering his last remaining illusions and affection for his father.

"Father..." Juexin clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping down, but he was completely unaware.

"In your eyes, am I really just a pawn that can be sacrificed at any time?"

"Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!"

At this moment, my heart is ashen.

That ridiculous display of paternal love and filial piety was all fed to the dogs.

Instead, there is a wolf that is always ready to devour its master in order to survive and for its own ambition.

"Young...Young Master?"

As Judgment looked at that figure from behind, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Clean it up."

Juexin left behind half a sentence, turned around and disappeared into the darkness, without even stirring a wisp of wind in the hem of his clothes.

"yes!"

Juedi Tianxing could only agree, feeling a chill run straight to the top of his head.

Outside the capital, the ferry crossing was deserted, with only the river water as black as ink, and the morning mist deeply shrouding the cold river.

Feng Yun and his companions sped all the way here, only to find a small boat already waiting in the reeds. Dugu Meng stood at the bow, lightly touching the river with a long pole in her hand, and steered the lone boat through the fog.

"Get on board!"

Before the roar had even faded, the group had already leaped into the air, skimming across the water like startled swans and landing steadily on the bow of the boat.

Before they could even stand still, they felt the ship beneath their feet suddenly shudder. It turned out that the Sword Emperor on the shore had sent them flying with a powerful palm strike from a distance, instantly lifting them several feet off the shore.

"Senior, aren't you leaving?" Nie Feng was shocked and turned around sharply to look at the shore.

"Screw you leaving!" The Sword Emperor's beard and hair stood on end as he stared intently at the path they had come from.

"That old Japanese devil is a dog, his nose is incredibly sharp. Without someone to cover our retreat, we'll all be dead without a burial place!"

"No way! If anyone's going to stay, it'll be me!" Bu Jingyun's eyes widened, and he was about to jump back to the shore.

"Damn it!" Sword Emperor swung his palm back, his soft force as solid as a wall, forcefully pressing Bu Jingyun back into the cabin.

"My old bones have already served their purpose! Only if you live can this blood debt be settled!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Get lost!!"

boom!

Sword Emperor struck the river surface with a palm strike from afar, the surging waves violently pushing the stern of the boat, causing it to instantly tear through the morning mist and shoot into the heart of the river like an arrow released from a bow.

"You better live on!!"

An ancient roar exploded on the river, lingering for a long time.

Nie Feng gripped the gunwale tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Bu Jingyun stared at the shore like a statue, his eyes cracked, and tears of blood rolled down his cheeks.

The ship's silhouette gradually receded into the distance, eventually being swallowed up by the vast fog.

Just as the lone boat disappeared into the vast expanse of clouds and water, a deafening thunderclap suddenly erupted from the shore.

An overwhelmingly powerful and terrifying aura shattered the morning mist and descended upon the wild ferry crossing.