I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

With a sharp "whoosh," dozens of black stones, carrying the force of thunder, poured out of the cave like a rain of stars, aiming straight for the vital points of Feng and Yun!

Before the chess piece even arrives, the force is already like steel needles piercing the skin; if one cannot withstand it, the immediate and tragic end will be death through the body!

Nie Feng remained motionless, channeling the power of his Wind God Leg into his palms. With a light flick of his fingers, he created a flurry of afterimages, using soft force to neutralize the fierce attack.

Although Bu Jingyun only had his right arm left, his Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique was even more domineering. With his palm shadows flying, he forcefully intercepted all the attacking chess pieces!

After a series of muffled "plop" sounds, the heavy black rain abruptly stopped.

"Open your hands."

An aged voice emanated from the depths of darkness; though the distance was vast, it seemed to be able to perceive the universe within the two people's hands.

Feng and Yun exchanged a glance and, as instructed, spread their palms out in the rain.

In Nie Feng's palm, a dozen black stones remained intact, as warm and smooth as ever;

In Bu Jingyun's palm, the black stones shattered into powder, turning into a pool of dark mud that dripped down along the lines of his palm.

"Bu Jingyun, you have too much bloodlust."

"The Demon Blade is extremely evil. If one cultivates it with this mindset, one will inevitably become a demon who only knows how to kill, and will never be redeemed."

Before the words were finished, the old voice inside the cave changed tone, adding a hint of approval.

"Nie Feng, you are kind-hearted, and even in a perilous situation, you do not harm a single chess piece. Only with this kind of benevolence can you still have a glimmer of hope to control your demonic nature after falling into demonic possession."

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng turned his head and looked at Senior Brother Yun beside him. He hesitated, clearly unwilling to monopolize this opportunity.

Bu Jingyun, however, remained calm, casually scattering the black ash in his palm, his brows revealing the magnanimous and ruthless demeanor of a hero who could take things in stride.

"Since I wasn't chosen, it means I wasn't destined for this opportunity; forcing it won't help," Bu Jingyun said in a deep voice.

"Junior Brother Feng, hurry inside!"

Nie Feng took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stepped into this forbidden area that struck fear into the hearts of people in the martial arts world.

Inside the cave, on a stone couch, the First Evil Emperor sat cross-legged. Although his sleeves were empty, he exuded the aura of a grandmaster who looked down upon the world, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Junior Nie Feng greets Senior Evil Emperor." Nie Feng clasped his hands and bowed respectfully.

The Evil Emperor slightly opened his eyes, two beams of light sweeping across Nie Feng like lightning. After a long while, he nodded slightly.

"Indeed, his bone structure is extraordinary, and his spirit is refined and restrained. He is truly a rare and exceptional talent."

After saying that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and with a "clattering" sound, the stone wall suddenly opened, revealing a deep, dark door.

"Come with me."

After walking through the winding passageway for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the view suddenly opened up before them.

This is an extremely spacious underground cave, with lamps embedded in the walls all around, illuminating the vast space as bright as day.

In the center of the grotto, there was a pool of surging, boiling crimson blood!

A strong stench of blood assaulted the senses, and the pool water was viscous like paste, with strange bubbles rising from it from time to time, breathing and pulsating as if they were alive, sending chills down one's spine.

"The Demon Blade is forged through demonic cultivation, making it extraordinary," the Evil Emperor said solemnly, standing by the pool and pointing at the blood-soaked area.

"To master this sword, one must immerse oneself in the pool, using the 'tainted world demonic blood' to cleanse one's bones and marrow, only then can one bear its earth-shattering demonic nature!"

Nie Feng gazed at the terrifying Demon Pool, his clear eyes showing no fear, only openness and sincerity.

"This god is utterly cruel and tyrannical. If he is not eliminated, the calamity facing the land will be unbearable. For the sake of all living beings and the greater good of the nation, what harm is there in sacrificing this body of Nie Feng?"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the gushing blood pool, determined to use his body as a furnace to forge an unparalleled demonic blade!

At the summit of Tianshan, beyond the heavens.

The wind howled, and heavy snow swept across the land, burying all life in the world.

Amidst the swirling snow, a solitary, aloof black figure stood like a javelin.

Despite being covered in ice and snow, Jue Tian remained unmoved. Only a fleeting shadow in his eyes revealed that this once arrogant young master of the Wushen Jue Palace was now nothing more than an ant that Jiang Chen could crush at will.

How tragic it is that life and death are in the hands of others!

"Shhh—"

The sound of hurried footsteps broke through the wind and snow, and dozens of men dressed in black with hideous ghost masks rushed in, their sharp blades gleaming faintly in the snow.

The leader was a burly man, none other than the leader of the Ghost Cha Luo.

The group moved unimpeded and quickly reached the center of the square.

Upon seeing Jue Tian's figure amidst the wind and snow, the Ghost Cha Luos' eyes lit up with wild joy, and they suddenly knelt down in the snow and mud.

"Your subordinate greets Young Master!!"

The roars were synchronized and shook the snow off the branches.

Jue Tian looked down indifferently at his former loyalists from his high vantage point, a self-deprecating sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"What are you doing here?"

"Reporting to the young master!" The Ghost Cha Luo leader prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold snow, and roared at the top of his lungs with extreme fervor.

"The Palace Master, seeing that the Young Master has not yet returned, is very worried and has specially ordered his subordinates to come and welcome the Young Master back to the palace! They are also to escort the Nameless One and his gang of rebels as a congratulatory gift for the coronation ceremony!"

The mention of hegemony ignited a fire of ambition in the leader's eyes, and his previously calm tone instantly became high-pitched and impassioned:

"The Palace Master will soon be conquering the Central Plains, and has specially ordered the Young Master to return before the auspicious time to participate in this grand event!"

Upon hearing the words "longing," Jue Tian's mind trembled slightly.

I didn't expect that even though I messed things up, my father wouldn't blame me?

It seems that in his heart, I am still the one he loves the most.

Thinking of this, the gloom in Jue Tian's eyes eased slightly, and he finally couldn't help but ask:

"Father...how have you been lately?"

"This..." The leader was speechless, his body trembling slightly as he lay prostrate on the ground, as if he had something difficult to say.

"Speak!" Jue Tian's eyes turned cold, and a chilling killing intent instantly locked onto the person beneath his feet.

"Yes!" The leader felt a chill run down his spine, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"The Palace Master... was ambushed and suffered some injuries."

"Injured?" Jue Tian's eyebrows shot up like blades, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Looking across the world, who else can harm Father's indestructible body?"

"It's a woman." The leader's voice was extremely low, filled with boundless fear.

"That demoness's martial arts are unpredictable and she actually severed the palace master's arm!!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing that his father had lost an arm, Jue Tian was deeply shaken, and his usually composed face finally showed a hint of horror.

"But don't worry, young master!" the leader quickly added upon seeing this.

"The palace physician has reattached the Palace Master's severed arm. Although her skills have been slightly diminished, she will recover completely after a period of recuperation."

Upon hearing this, Jue Tian's tense body relaxed slightly, and he exhaled a barely perceptible breath.

"Young Master, the journey to Tianshan is long, and delay could lead to unforeseen circumstances. Why not set off immediately to escort these Central Plains experts back to the palace to report?"

The leader stepped forward, his face full of flattery and eagerness to claim credit.

Jue Tian's gaze swept over the group of lambs to the slaughter, a fleeting pity in his eyes before turning into an eternal, unyielding chill.

"What's the rush?" Jue Tian stood with his hands behind his back, letting the wind and snow hit his face. His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

"Since you're here, make the best of it. Why not... stay a little longer?"

"Stay... a little longer?"

The demons looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

The leader was completely baffled. With such an important matter at hand and the grand ceremony imminent, every moment was precious. Why would the young master waste his time here?

"Young Master..." The leader, filled with surprise and doubt, forced himself to ask, bowing respectfully, his tone humble and perplexed.

"This subordinate is slow-witted and didn't understand. The Palace Master is pressing us hard, so what exactly does your 'stay' mean?"

"It means—" A wild and arrogant voice suddenly tore through the wind and snow, carrying a chilling killing intent that was even more piercing to the bone than the winter wind.

"I told you to cut off your heads and use them to fertilize this snow-covered Tianshan Mountains!"

The demons felt a chill and all looked up in the direction of the sound.

From the depths of the snowstorm, several figures emerged, trudging through the snow.

The person in the lead was dressed in white, with a graceful and elegant appearance. He walked as if strolling in a garden, and the wind and snow did not affect him within three feet of him, as if he were a banished immortal descending to earth.

The Second Dream, carrying a long sword, is as aloof as a plum blossom braving the snow, while the Other, with bright, beautiful eyes, is as charming as a peach blossom in spring. These two peerless beauties serve on either side, adding a touch of stunning charm to the desolate snowfield.

The person who spoke just now was none other than Duan Lang, dressed in a fiery red outfit.

He strode forward, sword at his side, his face full of mockery, his narrow eyes brimming with an arrogant air of self-importance.

Behind him, the two sword slaves, Wen Nu and Leng Yan, followed closely, their murderous aura raging forth without reservation, like two soul-reaping messengers from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"What, still don't understand? Your young master is inviting you all... to embark on your journey!"

"Duan...Duan Lang?!" The Ghost Cha Luo leader's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...you're still alive?! Young Master clearly said that he had already conquered the Outer Heavens..."

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly fell on the aloof figure standing beside Jiang Chen with his sword on his back.

boom!!

A thunderclap seemed to explode in his mind. The leader's face turned ashen, and he pointed at the woman with the sword on her back, his fingers trembling so violently that he couldn't utter a single complete word.

"It's...it's that witch!!"

"That fiend who severed the Palace Master's arm in one move!!"

Fear overwhelmed reason like a tidal wave, and in a flash, a suffocating conjecture surged into his mind—

Duan Lang isn't dead, and the scoundrel who killed the Palace Master is still here, yet the young master can stand with them as if nothing happened...

"Baka!! Young Master... has rebelled!!" The leader roared shrilly as if he had lost his parents, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Hurry!! Split up and break through!! Make sure this news gets back to the palace!! Quickly!!"

In an instant, the demons and demons were filled with murderous intent, and all sorts of Japanese languages ​​mixed with vicious curses rose and fell. If it weren't for the strict military orders, they would have already charged forward to fight to the death.

"Baka yarou!!"

"Kill them!! Tear these bastards to pieces!!"

The leader gritted his teeth, his long sword flashed from its sheath, and he resolutely held it horizontally in front of his men, his face filled with a mad, death-defying expression.

"I'll hold these bastards off!! Run!!"

"Trying to leave?" Duan Lang's lips curled into a cruel smile as he slowly stepped forward. Crimson fire true energy surged around him, and an overwhelming aura of destruction instantly swept across the entire area.

"I'll use you ants as a sacrifice to my newly formed, invincible fist realm!!"

As the shout subsided, Duan Lang unleashed a single punch into the void.

Rumble—!!

The sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed!

An invisible yet terrifying fist intent instantly enveloped an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius, as if the air had frozen.

The next moment, a scene of utter despair descended—

Above the sky, in all directions of the earth, from east to west and north to south, countless crimson fist shadows appeared out of thin air, densely packed and blotting out the sun!

The shadows of fists filled every inch of space, leaving no way to go up to heaven or down to earth, like an inescapable death cage built of fist energy!