I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"What...what is this...?"

The Ghost Cha Luo leader looked up in panic, and in an instant felt his soul fly away and his vision was filled with the merciless engulfment of countless fist shadows. The surrounding air was as solid as iron, and there was no way to go up to heaven or down to earth!

"die!!"

Duan Lang's eyes were bloodshot, as if a demon god from the netherworld had descended to earth. As soon as his killing intent arose, countless fist shadows crashed down, with the force of Mount Tai pressing down!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A series of muffled, thunderous explosions rose and fell. Gui Chaluo, who was trying to escape, suddenly stopped. His internal energy surged wildly, and his torso swelled up strangely like an inflated sac.

"ah--!!"

A demonic demon stared blankly at his hands, his skin cracking inch by inch, and several jets of blood shot out from the cracks. Then his head shattered, exploding into red and white fragments with a "bang," a truly gruesome sight!

The slaughter had just begun when countless domineering fist energies intertwined and crisscrossed, transforming into an invisible killing net that ruthlessly reaped the lives of those present.

The force of the punch hit his body, and his sternum immediately shattered inch by inch. A terrifying blood hole exploded in his back in an instant, and his internal organs mixed with bone fragments sprayed out wildly.

Hands and feet were torn off by the slightest touch of the fist's wind, severed limbs were thrown into the air, leaving only bare white bone fragments still spurting blood.

The most tragically killed individuals didn't even utter a sound before their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air, leaving no trace of their remains!

"No...no!!"

Witnessing the gruesome deaths of his subordinates, the leader of the Ghost Cha Luo clan was instantly filled with terror, which transformed into a ferocious glint in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, gripping his long sword tightly with both hands as he roared. His true energy burned to its limit, transforming into a fierce blade of light that aimed straight for Duan Lang's throat!

Duan Lang's cold eyes flashed like lightning, his feet remained motionless, and his right fist, seemingly slow but actually as fast as thunder, slammed out fiercely to meet the blade.

boom!

Flesh and blood clashed against a steel blade, yet the sound of metal clashing resounded!

The violent true energy exploded around the two of them, the air waves rolled, and the white jade floor tiles under their feet shattered inch by inch, surging wildly in all directions like waves.

Click!

The longsword, forged from a hundred-times-refined steel, was as fragile as glass, instantly shattering into countless iron dust particles under the impact of the iron fist.

The force of the punch, still strong and heavy, slammed into the leader's chest.

The Ghost Cha Luo leader's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. While still in mid-air, he was completely swallowed up by the overwhelming fist intent that followed. Before he could even scream, he was blasted into a blurry mass of flesh and blood, crashing down heavily and turning into a meat patty!

As the storm subsided, Duanlang slowly withdrew his fist, his face as cold and stern as ice. Even though he was in the center of this sea of ​​blood and carnage, his brocade robe remained spotless, and he was completely unharmed.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Ghost Cha Luo were all killed!

Crimson blood splattered on the white snow, flowing into streams, and the square was littered with dismembered limbs and pieces of flesh.

The air was completely devoid of clarity, filled only with a thick, unyielding stench of blood that pierced the nostrils and made one's stomach churn.

Is this place not of this world?

It was clearly a slaughterhouse, a veritable hell on earth!

Duan Lang remained indifferent, treating the tragic scene before him as nothing. The Japanese pirates, who coveted China with wolfish ambitions, have now been reduced to ashes. This is truly a clear manifestation of divine justice and retribution!

He stood proudly atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his gaze sharp as a knife, slowly sweeping over the scattered pieces of flesh. Far from concealing the killing intent in his eyes, it instead revealed a hint of exhilarating satisfaction.

"Those who offend China, no matter how far away, shall be punished! These mere Japanese pirates dare to act wildly before me; they deserve to die!"

You Ruo seemed unable to bear the strong stench of blood. She raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and nose, her brows furrowed in disgust.

"What a disgusting bunch of bastards! Even in death they filth the place. It's so disgusting!"

"My wife has given her order; how could I dare disobey?"

Jiang Chen smiled gently, his eyes filled with doting affection as he looked at You Ruo. He then turned to face the plaza and exhaled softly.

call--

A gentle breeze swept across the mess on the ground.

A bizarre scene then unfolded: the stench of blood and grime that had filled the square vanished like smoke in the wind, returning to nothingness.

In an instant, the Asura Slaughter Ground vanished without a trace, and the white jade square regained its pristine white color, spotless, as if the horrific massacre had never existed.

Such methods are beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts; they are simply miracles that exist only in myths and legends!

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and they stood frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.

Even Duan Lang felt a chill run down his spine, his pupils contracted sharply, and then a fanatical smile appeared on his lips. He felt that having this brother was truly invaluable!

"Alright, since Jue Wushen misses his precious son and these martial arts masters so much, we'll grant his wish."

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, letting the biting mountain wind whip his robes in the wind. His expression was calm and serene, and his words were as casual as if they were just everyday conversation.

"We'll set off for the capital tomorrow! We'll bring Nameless and the others along; we're going to deliver a... coronation gift to Godless!"

"Brilliant!" Duan Lang, already quick-witted, understood the implied meaning in the song. The fierce look in his eyes intensified, and he immediately clapped his hands and laughed wildly.

"That's a ruthless move! You want Nameless and his gang to 'entice' Jue Wushen? Hahahaha! Jue Wushen is obsessed with becoming emperor. If his most glorious coronation ceremony is ruined by this group of 'prisoners,' that would be a thousand times more satisfying than killing him!"

Upon hearing this, You Ruo's beautiful eyes flickered, and she finally realized what she meant. She covered her mouth and giggled, her expression full of mischief.

"My husband's move was too wicked! That old scoundrel, Jue Wushen, probably never dreamed that the person he went to such lengths to capture would ultimately become his death warrant at the height of his power!"

"Just making use of waste." Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as he stood with his hands behind his back, gazing intently towards the capital.

"Let him climb to the highest, then let him fall the hardest. Only in this way can we live up to his 'painstaking efforts' in invading the Central Plains from thousands of miles away."

Jue Tian felt a chill run down his spine, his lips twitching. His gaze swept over the nonchalant Jiang Chen and the murderous Duan Lang, and a cold shiver rose in his heart. He could only silently pray for his father, who was far away in the capital.

"It's over..."

"Dad's probably going to die a horrible death this time. He provokes these scoundrels, and now he expects them to kneel before him? They're practically asking for trouble..."

The capital city, the imperial palace and forbidden gardens.

Inside the magnificent Golden Palace, nine golden dragons coiled between the beams and pillars, and the dragon throne sat high on the steps, exuding endless majesty.

The Supreme God sat calmly on the dragon throne, his gaze sweeping over everyone, exuding an air of domineering arrogance and self-importance.

His gaze swept over her right arm, and beneath the sleeve that should have been empty, a large hand emerged again, with black energy swirling between its five fingers.

The Wushen Jue Palace is renowned throughout Japan, attracting extraordinary individuals from all over the world.

Although his arm was severed, it was fortunately well preserved. He was also able to find a secret physician in the palace in time, who used spiritual medicine to reattach it. Although he has not fully recovered to his peak condition, he is now out of danger.

"Report—!!" Before the echo of the shout from outside the hall had even faded, a guard, holding a carrier pigeon high in both hands, rushed into the hall with lightning speed, creating a gust of wind.

"Reporting to the Palace Master! Leader Ghost Cha Luo has sent a message via carrier pigeon!"

"read!"

Jue Wushen suddenly waved his wide robe sleeves, creating a sharp gust of wind, displaying the domineering aura of a powerful warlord with every move.

"Yes!" The guard dared not delay in the slightest, raising the letter high with both hands. Whether out of excitement or fear, he read it aloud at the top of his lungs.

"Your subordinate has already met up with the young master at Tianshan! The young master is incredibly powerful, and the Heavenly Realm is now secure! Tomorrow, your subordinate will escort the young master, Wuming, and the rest of the martial arts rebels back to the capital to attend the enthronement ceremony!"

"Good! Good! Good!!"

Absolutely, God of No God stood up abruptly, exclaimed "Good!" three times, and laughed so loudly that the golden tiles on the roof of the palace trembled.

He looked down at the empty space below, his eyes burning with a fervent fire.

"Heaven is helping me! Heaven is truly helping me!!" His laughter was wild and unrestrained, echoing throughout the hall.

"Yingying, did you hear that? My darling is coming back! Those good-for-nothings, Wuming, have been brought back too!!"

"On the day of my coronation, I will make Nameless and all those self-righteous martial arts masters of the Central Plains kneel at my feet and kowtow to me, the true Son of Heaven, to apologize!!"

"I will let the whole world know that I alone am the true ruler of this land!"

The roaring laughter, like rolling thunder, echoed throughout the Golden Palace, shaking the very soul.

The vast expanse of clouds obscures the sun, and the places where the righteous and the wicked reside are like sheer cliffs, bottomless and unfathomable.

Just then, a burly figure appeared, riding the wind as if walking on flat ground, the poisonous chains beneath his feet were a smooth road, and without the slightest hesitation, he landed steadily on the top of the cliff in an instant.

The newcomer carried a heavy golden knife in one hand. His face was as rugged as a lion's, and his tiger eyes revealed a fierce light. His whole body exuded a chilling knife aura, as if he could even cleave through the clouds and mist.

"First! Get the hell out here!!"

A roar arose, and the true energy in his dantian surged forth like a raging tide, shattering the silence of the valley like a thunderclap on dry land.

As the sound waves passed, rocks and debris tumbled down the mountainside, the echoes reverberating endlessly.

"From this day forward, I am number one! You can only be number two!!"

Outside the cave, the Pig King's expression changed drastically upon hearing the sound.

"Oh no! It's that madman, the Second Sword Emperor!"

The pig king's fat body trembled violently, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

Bu Jingyun's expression was also solemn. He felt the chilling sword intent as if a cold wind was blowing against his face, causing his internal energy to circulate and resist it. He asked in a deep voice:

"Senior, just who is this Second Sword Emperor? He has such an imposing aura."

"A complete martial arts fanatic! There's no time to explain. Nie Feng is at a critical moment; we absolutely cannot let him in!"

Before the words were even finished, the Pig King dared not be negligent in the slightest. Its round body suddenly shrank, and it rolled along the ground like a giant ball of flesh, moving with the speed of thunder, and in an instant it had reached the outside of the cave.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Sword Emperor? What brings you here?"

The Pig King, all smiles, quickly blocked the way with his thick, wall-like body, his tiny, beady eyes darting around.

"The Evil Emperor is currently in seclusion and cannot receive guests. Why don't you come another day?"

"Get out of my way, you fatso!"

The Blade Emperor completely ignored him, unleashing a burst of energy from his single arm that forcefully forced the Pig Emperor's massive body back, his roar like thunder.

"I'm going to defeat him today and reclaim the title of 'Number One'! Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll chop them down!!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden sword was drawn with a clang, its dazzling cold light shooting into the sky, and its sharp sword energy was like a raging storm, heading straight for the stone gate of the cave!