I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A profound silence instantly swept across the entire riverbank, leaving both the fierce and clamorous Oni-Kara and the astonished Japanese ronin frozen in place as if petrified.

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could even notice, the overlord known as indestructible and who had dominated Japan for decades, Jue Wushen, had his right arm suddenly split open at shoulder level and fly off.

The severed arm, accompanied by the sharp roar of shattered protective energy, streaked through the morning mist like a dark red streak of light, and was caught instinctively by Miyamoto Zang, who was standing to the side and behind him.

Scalding blood mixed with scattered true energy splashed onto the riverbank rocks, creating a subtle yet terrifying sizzling sound, and the intense stench of blood instantly filled every pore.

Who could have predicted that the one who would bring down such a powerful figure would be the seemingly delicate and aloof woman before us?

"This...how is this possible?!"

Miyamoto trembled violently, clutching the severed arm tightly to his chest, his eyes filled with horror, and he could barely breathe.

Second Dream stands proudly with her sword, her white skirt fluttering in the biting river wind. Her face is expressionless, but deep in her eyes lies a chilling aura that would make even ghosts and gods tremble.

The move "A Thousand Years of Dreams" was just executed, a supreme technique that completely shuts out the void. Time was instantly stripped away and stopped. Under the pressure of sealing off space and time, even an unparalleled hero could only wait for his death.

If one's skill can reach a higher level, the sharp rainbow that swept across the void will no longer merely imprison time and space, but will obliterate the overlord's primordial spirit on the spot.

Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy forces in the river were still petrified and in shock, Second Dream did not hesitate. With a light touch of her toes, her figure had already transformed into a white blur and swept across the mudflats, instantly appearing beside the heavily injured Sword Emperor.

"Master, let's go!!"

With one hand she gripped the Sword Emperor's shoulder, her inner energy surging like a raging tide. Using this force, she soared through the air and landed on the lone boat bobbing amidst the layers of waves.

"Quick! Stop her!!"

Miyamoto Zang seemed to awaken from a dream, his pale face instantly twisting into a ferocious expression, and his hoarse, tearing roar forcefully roused the petrified Oni-Kashura army.

Unfortunately, the usually fearless Ghost Chaluo had already lost their courage after the sword strike, and they all shrank back and hesitated to move forward, fearing that they would become sacrifices under the eerie white light.

Jue Wushen's face was ashen, like a ghost. He used his left hand to swiftly press the acupoints on the severed arm with his fingers. Although he temporarily locked the blood vessels, he could not stop the excruciating pain of the broken limb.

He did not order a pursuit, but instead staggered back behind layers of swords and shields, his only remaining fear being the instinct of death.

The fear of impending death, deeply ingrained in his bones, spread wildly in his heart. The tremors in his marrow caused his former arrogance to crumble without a trace. The martial arts world of the Central Plains was unfathomable, and it had reached a point where even the overlords were filled with fear.

At this moment, he stared intently at the lone boat that was drifting further and further away on the river, his eyes filled with such resentment that they seemed to ignite the thin morning mist.

"You filthy bitch... you've cut off my arm! I'll skin you alive and tear you apart, then send you to be tormented by countless demons and monsters, so you'll wish you were dead!!"

A roar mixed with the stench of blood burst from between his teeth, and the excessive force caused the rocks beneath his feet to crumble and shatter.

The river still rippled, and the morning mist was parted by the bow of the boat, leaving a long fold. The aloof and solitary figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight and eventually vanished without a trace.

The godless roar fell on the vast water, only startling a few ducks, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

"Palace Master, we..."

Miyamoto lowered his head tremblingly, his voice barely audible, as if afraid of touching the most sensitive nerve of his lord.

"Return to the palace!!"

His roar was distorted by the excruciating pain. Jue Wushen turned around, supporting his broken body, knowing that getting back to treat his wounds was the most urgent thing right now.

As for chasing Fengyun?

snort!

There is ample time!

Once he recovers from his injuries, he will surely wipe out the martial arts world of the Central Plains and repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!

The rushing river water pounded wildly against the sides of the boat, and the lone boat sped forward along the river channel, passing through layers of water mist in the blink of an eye.

The lone boat drifted downstream for several miles, and looking back, the bustling mudflats had already disappeared into the vast morning mist.

"Master, this is the only way I can see you off."

Second Dream stood at the stern of the boat, which was being swayed by the gentle breeze. Her gaze pierced through the layers of mist and looked toward the distant shore, her eyes displaying a mixture of determination and tenderness.

"Meng'er, where are you going?"

Sword Emperor clutched the remaining true energy in his chest, his voice extremely weak due to his severe injuries, his cloudy old eyes filled with confusion and worry.

"I'm going to see someone."

A gentle smile, unlike anything she had ever seen before, bloomed on Di Er Meng's lips.

His gaze pierced through the thinning river mist, gazing at a lone white figure amidst the riverbank fields, waiting patiently for the return of its inhabitants.

"Master, if you continue downstream, you'll soon catch up with Nie Feng and the others. I'm leaving now!"

After speaking, she skimmed the trembling wooden planks at the bow of the boat like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Her figure was as light as a startled swan in the snow, and in a few leaps she crossed the rolling waves that were dozens of feet wide, landing steadily on the vast mudflats.

The remaining river mist was torn open by the swift movement, leaving a long gap. The small boat, carrying the astonished Sword Emperor, drifted downstream and soon disappeared into the vast expanse of misty waters.

On the mudflats, a strong wind whipped at the robes, and a figure dressed in snow-white stood quietly in the morning breeze.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes revealing a doting affection that could melt even the coldest polar frost.

"My husband!"

The cheers were crisp and clear, like the first cry of a fledgling phoenix.

The Second Dream showed no trace of the cold, ruthless killing intent she displayed when she slew the powerful figure. She nestled into Jiang Chen's arms like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest.

Jiang Chen naturally wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his long fingertips brushing against her slightly damp temples from exhaustion, his voice filled with joy.

"Well done, you didn't embarrass me."

"Of course!" Second Dream gently nuzzled against his chest, her brows furrowed with undisguised pride.

"It's all thanks to my husband's excellent teaching!"

After a moment of tenderness, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked up at her pretty face to ask:

"My lord, I could have killed Jue Wushen with a single sword strike, why did you make me hold back?"

"Killing him in public would only prolong our feud in the martial world." Jiang Chen flicked his finger across her nose, his tone leisurely.

"The calamities of the Central Plains martial arts world will be left to the winds and clouds to contend with. I only wish to take you far away to escape into the misty mountains and enjoy a few days of peaceful life with you, like immortals and beauties. Too much bloodshed will easily spoil the joy of returning home."

"Let's go home."

Jiang Chen smiled gently, shielding the beauty in his arms with one hand, and stepped into the void.

The withered grass and broken stones beneath their feet seemed to turn back in an instant, and space was folded open by an invisible force, creating a crack.

The two figures crossed a vast chasm and disappeared into the depths of the boundless mountains, leaving only a lingering shadow that slowly dissipated in the river breeze.

The main hall of the Imperial Palace was as cold and desolate as an abyss. The once majestic imperial power had long since been weakened by the tyrannical rule. Now, only the fierce and malevolent aura emanating from the crippled overlord filled the vast dragon's lair, silencing the entire hall and making it as still as iron.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!!"

The godless one sat slumped on the dragon throne, desperately trying to suppress the excruciating pain from his severed arm. The rage blazing from his eyes almost set the entire magnificent dragon's lair ablaze.

With a powerful punch, the table in front of him instantly turned into dust, and the roar echoed through the dome of the hall.

Miyamoto Zang led a group of demons who lay prostrate on the cold stone bricks, their foreheads pressed against the ground, their bodies trembling like withered leaves in the wind.

No one dared to look up at this moment, for fear that they might inadvertently become a sacrifice for the palace master's venting of anger.

The mighty ruler of Japan was utterly defeated and crippled just before reaching the pinnacle of power. Such a humiliating defeat would drive any ambitious person to madness.

The heavy curtains were lifted by a chilling aura, and Juexin's slender and upright figure slowly entered from outside the hall. His steps were slow but silent, like a ghost wandering on the edge of an abyss. He stopped three zhang away from the steps, lifted his robe, and knelt down.

"Father."

Juexin's voice was steady, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

But when his peripheral vision swept over the empty right shoulder next to the dragon chair, Juexin's pupils still contracted sharply due to extreme horror.

His supposedly indestructible golden body was severed by human hands, and his biological father, whom he regarded as a god and the pinnacle of martial arts, now appeared somewhat dejected and disheveled in the cold morning light.

A storm raged within his heart, but he painstakingly maintained a calm facade to conceal the unfathomable fear he harbored about the Central Plains martial arts world.

Jue Wushen raised his eyes to look at his eldest son, who should have died under his own heavy punch. His eyes, as cold as shattered ice, showed no trace of joy at the reunion, only a bone-chilling indifference.

"You're not dead yet?"

Due to the excruciating pain in his heart, Jue Wushen's voice sounded hoarse and out of tune, and his scrutinizing gaze fell on the other person as if he were examining a cheap doll that could be discarded at any time.

"Thanks to my father, I'm lucky to be alive."

Juexin lowered his eyes and spoke in a meek and submissive manner, but out of the corner of his eye, he keenly caught the trembling muscles still twitching at the other's severed arm.

"If you're not dead, get out of the way! Don't get in my way!!"

Absolutely impatient, God of No God waved his left arm, the strong wind causing the surrounding heavy curtains to flutter wildly.

He had lost all interest in listening to explanations; his mind was completely consumed by a frenzied obsession with revenge and survival.

Jue Xin was gloomy and cunning, and had never won Jue Wushen's favor. In contrast, his pampered second son, Jue Tian, ​​was regarded as an eyesore and a discarded object by Jue Wushen.

"Yes."

Juexin responded very softly, slowly straightened up and retreated into the depths of the shadows, his lowered eyelids concealing the unfathomable gloom in his pupils.

With such a cold-blooded father, any remaining sense of respect should vanish in an instant.

The last remaining warmth between blood relatives was completely frozen as the footsteps faded into the distance. Jue Wushen never lingered on the desolate figure for even a moment, only staring intently at the half-empty silk sleeve, the long-suppressed ferocity in his eyes erupting like a volcano.

"A severed arm...a severed arm!!" Godless roared through gritted teeth, the excruciating pain from the severed wound shattering any remaining composure.

"I have roamed Japan for decades and have never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!!"

"Who the hell is that bitch?!" Jue Wushen's eyes blazed with fury, his bloodshot eyeballs bulging as he stared intently at his subordinates who lay before him like stray dogs. His voice was shrill and distorted with extreme rage.

The leader of the Ghost Chakravartins, trembling with fear, crawled out of the ranks on his knees, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and prostrated himself on the ground in a trembling voice, saying:

"Your Highness, that woman appears to be very young, yet her skills are unpredictable and elusive. The palace's intelligence network spans the entire land, and there has never been a single record of her before."

"Investigate! Investigate her for me!! No matter who she is, dig three feet into the ground and find that bitch!!"

Upon hearing this, Jue Wushen grew even more ferocious, slamming his remaining left hand down on the armrest of the dragon throne, creating a piercing cracking sound.

"I will capture this slut alive, cripple her martial arts, and let her ravage me beneath my crotch. I will avenge the loss of this arm with every cry of her agony!!"

"Yes...yes!!"

The leader of the Ghost Fork Luo was so terrified by the almost tangible killing intent that he prostrated himself on the ground and hurriedly kowtowed to accept the order. Each heavy kowtow left a dark red bloodstain on the blue brick.

"And Feng Yun! And that old, immortal Sword Emperor! They all must die!!"

Jue Wushen paced aimlessly back and forth in the main hall, his true energy running rampant due to his loss of composure, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with a series of mournful buzzing sounds.

He was just half a step away from grasping the entire Central Plains and ruling the world, but his long-cherished dream was shattered by that unknown blonde girl. His resentment and unwillingness gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

Just as the suffocating killing intent reached its peak, a series of light and delicate footsteps quietly emerged from behind the heavy curtains, accompanied by a refreshing yet bone-chilling fragrance.

"Please calm down, Your Majesty..."

His voice was like icicles striking a golden cup, cold and crisp. Although it resonated loudly in the hall, it contained not a trace of the warmth of flesh and blood.

At the point where the footsteps paused, only a white skirt trailed on the dark floor. The newcomer had not yet appeared, but the indifferent aura that seemed to look down upon all living beings had already frozen the entire hall's hostile atmosphere.