I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

After passing through the dense jungle, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The secluded courtyard was like a paradise. Amidst the falling petals, an old servant in a gray robe was blankly sweeping the yellow earth with a bamboo broom, his whole body exuding a heavy, gloomy aura like withered wood and dead ashes.

"Old Leng!" Pig King shouted excitedly as he ran over upon seeing the old man.

The old servant seemed deaf and mute, his bamboo broom only busy swishing at the yellow earth, his eyelids never lifting an inch.

"Sigh, that old man is still the same as always, he doesn't care about anything."

The Pig King, feeling foolish, curled his lip and beckoned the crowd forward.

The group followed the path deeper and deeper, until they reached the end of the courtyard, where a huge cave stood majestically.

The door panels fit together perfectly in the shape of a yin-yang symbol, exuding a chilling and unpredictable aura.

"This is where my old friend is in seclusion," the Pig King said, pointing to the cave.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun exchanged glances, their expressions already as solemn as iron.

Although separated by a thick stone gate, one could still sense the unfathomable aura lurking behind it, as if an ancient ferocious beast lay dormant there, its menacing power restrained yet unleashed, sending chills down one's spine.

"Old friend! Old friend! I've come to see you!" Pig King shouted at the top of his lungs.

The shout was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; no matter how the echo reverberated through the valley, the cave remained deathly still, without the slightest movement.

"Strange, why is there no movement?" Pig King scratched his head, puzzled.

"Grandpa, Master seems to be in a bad mood today. He might not want to see any guests," Xiao Tong tugged at Pig King's sleeve and whispered.

"Don't want to see guests? No way! I've come all this way!" Pig King's stubborn temper flared, and he disregarded everything else.

"You all wait outside, I'll go in to see him alone!"

After speaking, he took a deep breath, his robes billowed without wind, and he pressed his palms with all his might, creating a whistling wind as he slammed them heavily onto the stone door.

boom!!

The stone gate suddenly opened, and two dark figures, carrying a surge of internal energy like a raging torrent, shot out and crashed into the Pig King's chest!

"puff!!"

The pig king only had time to let out a mournful howl before its round body was sent flying backward by the violent force, crashing into the dust like a meteorite and landing face-first in a very embarrassing manner.

"Grandpa!" Xiaotong exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to support him.

"What is that?!"

The sudden and bizarre turn of events startled everyone, and their eyes were all fixed on the ground, eager to see what had knocked the Pig King away.

The sight that came into view was enough to make one's scalp tingle. The so-called "hidden weapon" that had just sent the Pig King flying with overwhelming force was actually a pair of severed arms, cut off at the shoulder, with fresh red flesh still gushing out!

"This..." Nie Feng and Dugu Meng were stunned and speechless.

"Hmph! Playing tricks!" Bu Jingyun coldly sneered, his long-dormant fighting spirit bursting forth like a flood, suddenly filling his entire body.

"I'll see who you are!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a black shadow and shot out straight towards the stone gate.

They had barely taken half a step into the stone gate—

boom!!!

An even more terrifying and violent torrent of internal energy suddenly erupted from inside the cave!

A surge of immense true energy coursed through his body, causing Bu Jingyun to be struck as if by lightning. He was sent flying back ten zhang like a kite with a broken string, his feet carving deep furrows as he landed, managing to stop his retreat. When he looked up again, a striking crimson stain clung to the corner of his lips.

Chu Chu cried out in alarm, ignoring the dust and mud on the ground, and rushed forward like a madwoman to hug Bu Jingyun tightly. Her fingertips trembled as she wiped the bloodstains from his lips, her eyes already filled with a layer of panic and tears.

"Brother Yun! Are you badly injured?"

"He won't die."

Bu Jingyun's arm, imbued with a gentle yet powerful force, shook off Chu Chu's icy fingertips, forcing him to swallow the blood rising from his throat. His voice was hoarse and desolate, like a piece of ancient, cold iron that felt no pain.

powerful!

too strong!

With just the overflowing energy, he injured the Uncrying Death God!

"Master! Stop hitting him! It's Grandpa Pig King who's come to see you!!"

Seeing the sudden murderous intent, Xiao Tong stomped her feet in panic and shouted desperately in her childish voice.

The clear, childlike voice seemed to possess a magical power, instantly calming the violent agitation and dispelling the suffocating atmosphere of terror like a receding tide.

After a moment, a hoarse, aged voice slowly emerged:

"Since it's Fatty here... come in."

Pig King bared his teeth, rolled over, and got up. Ignoring the dust and grime covering his body, he turned around with a solemn expression, stopped everyone, took a deep breath, and suppressed his aura. Alone, he cautiously stepped into the deep cave, which resembled the gaping maw of a ferocious beast.

The cave suddenly opens up into a spacious and quiet stone chamber. The furnishings, though simple, exude an ancient and grand atmosphere. Only a few mahogany medicine shelves remain in the corner, and a game of chess, with black and white pieces locked in a fierce battle, is playing out on the central stone table.

In the center of the stone bed sat an elderly man in Taoist robes, his face thin and ancient, his eyes slightly closed as if he were wandering in the void, his whole body exuding an otherworldly and otherworldly air.

Only when your eyes fall upon the scene do you realize what true devastation is.

The sleeves of the Taoist robe were empty, and both arms had been severed at the root. The severed flesh was rolled up, and the dripping blood was still warm, trickling down the hem of the robe and forming a shocking pool of scarlet at the feet.

"Old friend, your...your hand..."

Pig King's voice choked with sobs. Although he had expected it, witnessing his old friend's tragic state still felt like a piece of his heart had been ripped out, and his old eyes instantly turned red with pain.

"Just a shell." The First Evil Emperor said indifferently, as if he had only severed two pieces of rotten wood, not his own flesh and blood arms.

"Demons arise from the heart, and calamities are created by the hands. Since the demonic thoughts in my heart cannot be suppressed, I might as well cripple these hands that have committed evil."

"Sigh..." The Pig King's sigh was extremely heavy. He knew that no matter how much grief he felt, the situation was urgent, so he had to suppress his surging emotions and get straight to the point.

"Old friend, you wouldn't come here without a reason. I've been forced into a corner today."

"Is it because there is no god?"

The First Evil Emperor slowly lifted his eyelids, his two cold, lightning-like eyes like unsheathed blades, instantly tearing apart the old man's senile pretense and piercing straight to the deepest fear in people's hearts.

"Exactly!" Upon mentioning his mortal enemy, Pig King's usual jovial and scathing remarks vanished instantly, his round face contorted slightly with extreme resentment, and his eyes practically blazed with rage.

"The God of No God has trespassed upon the Central Plains, imprisoned the Nameless, and committed countless atrocities! Now, a great calamity looms over the martial world; besides you, who can stop this mad beast?"

"The Demon Blade..." The First Evil Emperor glanced at Kong Dang's empty shoulders, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"As you can see, I'm a cripple now. How can I wield the demonic blade?"

"Though my old friend is crippled, the Demon Blade remains!" The Pig King suddenly took a step forward, his fat body trembling with excitement, pointing towards the outside of the cave and spitting as he spoke.

"Those two lads outside, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, are unparalleled talents, one in a hundred years in the martial world! Especially Nie Feng, with mad blood flowing through his veins, he's practically a successor specially crafted by the heavens for your unpredictable demonic blade!"

"Shut up!!" Upon hearing this, the First Evil Emperor flew into a rage, his terrifying aura erupting instantly.

"The Demon Blade is too evil; once it is unleashed, it will bring untold suffering to all living beings! I would rather it be buried with me than pass it on to anyone!!"

"My old friend, listen to me, these are extraordinary times..."

"roll!!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. The First Evil Emperor's face turned cold, and his dormant true energy suddenly erupted like a volcano, turning into an unstoppable, violent wave of energy that crashed into the Pig Emperor.

"Ouch!!" Pig King screamed again, flying out like a ball of flesh and crashing heavily in front of Feng Yun outside the cave.

"Senior!" Nie Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Cough cough... This old stubborn man is impervious to reason!" Pig King rubbed his sore buttocks, looking helpless.

Nie Feng released his hands from her support, slowly straightened his spine, and his gaze met Bu Jingyun's in the void. In that instant, they understood the resolute determination in each other's eyes.

The fact that the Evil Emperor could shake one's soul with just a roar shows that his skill has reached a state of perfection.

With such astonishing cultivation, the demonic blade he created must be an unparalleled technique that is both divine and demonic, capable of shattering the indestructible golden body of Jue Wushen, who is said to be impervious to all laws!

Pfft!

The two, Feng and Yun, were of one mind. Without saying a word, they simultaneously lifted their robes, bent their knees, and knelt heavily at the entrance of the deep cave, their spines ramrod straight, like two peerless divine weapons that would rather break than bend.

"Junior Nie Feng (Bu Jingyun) humbly begs Senior to teach us the Demon Blade! If we cannot slay Jue Wushen and rescue Senior Wuming, we will kneel here forever, until our deaths!!"

This vow was uttered with all his inner strength, the sound waves rolling and reverberating throughout the surrounding area, lingering for a long time.

The only response to the two was the whistling wind.

The pitch-black entrance was like a giant maw that devoured everything, swallowing up all of this passionate vow without causing the slightest ripple.

One day.

two days.

Under the blazing sun, the scorching heat relentlessly baked the two already stiff kneeling shadows on the cliff top.

Chu Chu looked at Bu Jingyun's cracked and bleeding lips, and wanted to rush forward several times, but she held back her tears in the end. She gripped the corner of her clothes tightly with her hands, and her knuckles had turned white.

Dugu Meng stood quietly in the wind, her gaze never leaving Nie Feng for a moment. Although her eyes were full of tenderness, she knew even more in her heart what a heavy responsibility the man carried on his shoulders.

Having chosen this path, they have no regrets, even at the cost of their lives. At this moment, any pity would be a desecration of their resolve.

Three days.

Suddenly the sky changed color, leaden clouds surged like ink, and thunder tore through the sky.

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, the icy raindrops whipping and lashing the already crumbling world like lashes and arrows.

The two knelt in the rain, unmoved by the wind and frost, like two ancient stone sculptures, their gazes piercing through the rain, their resolve as firm as iron.

Seeing the two shivering and with tears in their eyes, Xiao Tong rushed into the rain and knelt down in the mud.

"Master!" Xiaotong cried out, her voice trembling with tears.

"Xiaotong may not understand anything about national affairs or the lives of ordinary people, but the tragic death of millions is always a terrible thing. Please, please teach these two older brothers!"

These words, though spoken with childlike sincerity, flowed like a clear spring over stubborn rocks, causing a long-lost ripple to appear in the stagnant cave.

After a long while, a long sigh slowly drifted out from the depths of the cave, as if traversing endless years, carrying with it an indelible sense of desolation and dust.

"Never mind..."

"Since even Xiao Tong has pleaded for you, I will make an exception this time." The Evil Emperor's aged voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"However, you must first accept my pawns!"