I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"What?! The emperor is a fake?!"

"Good heavens! Where is the real His Majesty?!"

"Your Majesty...you died so unjustly!!"

"Heaven has no eyes! Heaven has no eyes!!"

"Traitorous officials! This is a plot to seize power!!"

As Juexin's true appearance was fully exposed to everyone, the entire Dragon Peak was instantly thrown into an uproar.

The originally solemn and sacred abdication ceremony instantly turned into an absurd farce, and the civil and military officials were in a state of grief and despair, some collapsing like mud, others angrily denouncing the event, and the scene was chaotic for a time.

"Damn it... damn it!!"

Juexin covered his blood-soaked cheek tightly, facing the scornful gazes from all directions, his heart filled with resentment like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and his eyes filled with even more sinister malice.

Whether the old man's "changing the world" succeeded or failed, he couldn't care less. In fact, he secretly hoped that his arrogant father would suffer a major setback.

But Bu Jingyun went too far, publicly exposing him like a monkey in a play. How could he tolerate such a humiliation?

"Bu Jingyun...you ruined my plans and made me look bad in public...I'll make you suffer a terrible death!!"

Enraged, Juexin laughed, his killing intent surging. No longer caring about hiding, he moved like lightning to pounce on his powerful enemy.

Before he could even make a move—

"A bunch of useless trash!!"

A tyrannical roar, like thunder, rolled down the imperial road halfway up the mountain.

The sound was even louder than thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire Dragon Peak so much that everyone's eardrums rang, and their blood surged, making them want to vomit.

Even more powerfully, dark golden energy surged up from the mountainside like a volcanic eruption, carrying a world-destroying force, domineering and unparalleled!

"boom!!"

The golden steps beneath their feet seemed unable to withstand this terrifying force, crumbling inch by inch with mournful cries, sending up a flurry of flying rubble.

A burly figure descended like a demon god, treating the steep mountain as flat ground, transforming into a golden stream of light and surging upwards with unstoppable force!

Fast! Incredibly fast!

In just two breaths—

"Thump!!"

With a deafening roar, the golden figure crashed heavily onto the high platform, the terrifying force causing the ground beneath its feet to collapse by three-tenths, stirring up clouds of dust that obscured the sun.

Once the dust settled, the newcomer's true appearance was revealed:

Clad in dark gold dragon scale armor, with his cloak billowing wildly behind him, his face was resolute and cold, his tiger eyes blazing with fury, and he exuded a suffocatingly domineering aura.

"Father...Father...your child...your child is incompetent..."

Upon seeing his biological father appear, Juexin, who had been extremely fierce just moments before, instantly became terrified, his face turned ashen, and he collapsed to his knees like a sieve, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

"Get out of my way!"

His eyes never strayed, and with a casual wave of his sleeve, he seemed to be shooing away a fly.

"Bang!"

As the force passed, Jue Xin was struck as if by lightning. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins and rubble, and immediately vomited blood.

Although he was in a terrible state, as he lowered his head and gasped for breath, a hint of extreme ruthlessness flashed across his pale face. He quickly concealed it, lying prostrate on the ground, not daring to utter a single groan.

Having casually dismissed the worthless fellow, Jue Wushen didn't give him another glance. His tiger-like eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his chilling gaze, like a tangible blade, locked onto Bu Jingyun and the Second Blade Emperor.

"Good! Very good!"

"The scheme I painstakingly orchestrated has been ruined by you two ants!"

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!!"

"Not only you, but today on Dragon Peak..." Jue Wushen surveyed the terrified officials around him, his eyes flashing with bloodlust, his killing intent overwhelming.

"Everyone...must die!!"

With his disguise torn to shreds in public, God of No God decided to reveal his true colors and no longer conceal them, vowing to forge a throne of corpses that leads to the pinnacle of power through a bloodbath throughout his entire family!

"Killing Fist, Killing Intent!!"

Before the words were finished, the dark gold figure vanished abruptly.

When he reappeared, an iron fist shrouded in chilling killing intent had already pounced on Bu Jingyun's face like a ghost!

The fist strikes with lightning speed, crossing the boundary between life and death in an instant.

Bu Jingyun's vision blurred, and he felt the aura of death rushing towards him. Not to mention changing moves to counterattack, even his unparalleled Cloud-Dispelling Palm Force was unable to be activated even a fraction of its power at this moment!

This punch, imbued with the rage and murderous intent of Jue Wushen, was determined to blast the one-armed youth who had ruined his plans into dust on the spot!

The iron fist, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was about to strike—

"You old bastard! Take this!!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, its sound waves rolling and shaking the soul.

The Second Blade Emperor has made his move!

The thick-backed golden sword in his hand suddenly trembled, and a terrifying sword intent, ancient and weathered, as if flowing with the breath of time, instantly erupted.

The blade flashed like a startled glint, swift as a shooting star chasing the moon!

This strike, delivered with the speed of a counterattack, landed precisely before the killing fist could strike Bu Jingyun, slashing fiercely at the golden light protecting Jue Wushen's body!

"when--!!"

The two blades collided violently, producing a deafening roar like thunder from the heavens, shaking the earth and changing the color of the wind and clouds.

The two terrifying true energies clashed head-on, and the violent shockwaves surged like raging waves, causing metal to clang within a radius of a hundred feet.

Although Jue Wushen did not retreat even half a step, the hard jade stone beneath his feet could no longer withstand such a huge force and collapsed into a pit several feet deep!

Unexpectedly, the protective aura of the God of No God was so resilient. Although it was slashed with several hideous cracks by this sword, and sparks flew everywhere, making a teeth-grinding sound, it still did not shatter and managed to block this fatal blow that could split mountains and shatter rocks!

"Hmph! A mere trick!" Jue Wushen said with utter contempt.

"You think you can break my indestructible body?"

"Bullshit!!" The Sword Emperor was furious. He valued his sword as his life, how could he endure such a humiliating insult?

"I refuse to believe I can't break your turtle shell!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

With a roar, the golden sword in his hand transformed into a golden storm that swept out.

The Spring and Autumn Blade Technique is as swift as lightning, capable of slaying a hundred demons and gods in a single breath!

The dense clanging of metal against metal blended together, like a storm of wind and rain bombarding a golden bell; the force of the sound was truly earth-shattering.

The speed of the blade was incredibly fast. Even a peerless expert like Jue Wushen could only see flashes of golden light before his eyes, and his protective aura was bombarded!

"Twelvefold completion—the indestructible golden body!!"

With his blood-red pupils, Jue Wushen roared, and his dark golden aura surged instantly, solidifying into a tangible form, as he forcefully clashed with the sky full of sword light!

"Boom!!"

The blade energy raged and spread, and the white marble platform beneath its feet could not bear the weight. With a mournful cry, it collapsed and shattered, and smoke and dust rose up, blotting out the sky.

Once the dust settled, the dark gold figure still stood tall amidst the ruins. Although the light shield around it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, it was ultimately indestructible and could not be completely shattered!

"Hahahaha!!" The Godless One laughed wildly, his roar echoing across the land, displaying the arrogance and domineering nature of a tyrant.

"My indestructible golden body has long since reached its pinnacle, making me invincible! Mere ants are not even worthy to tickle me!!"

"Holy crap! This old devil's tortoise shell is harder than ten-thousand-year-old black iron!"

The Second Blade King spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, feeling an unbearable soreness and numbness in his arms, his tiger's mouth splitting open and bleeding, and the golden blade in his hand trembling incessantly.

"I hacked away like crazy, my hands are tired, but I didn't even scratch him!"

Bu Jingyun's expression was extremely solemn, and his heart was churning with turmoil:

The Second Blade Emperor's rapid and fierce attacks, though seemingly crude, actually contained terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks with every strike.

What kind of evil and unorthodox martial arts did this God of No God practice that allowed him to withstand such domineering sword force without a scratch?

The fierce battle raged on the high platform, and no one noticed a corner at the edge of the square.

Jue Tian stared intently at his father, who was displaying great power on the stage, his face pale and his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

He knew that although his father was strong, if those freaks from "Beyond the Heavens" made a move, he would probably die instantly!

For a moment, Jue Tian felt completely lost, and his life was in the hands of those monsters. He was caught in a dilemma, and apart from praying for his father's safety, he had no other options.

Just as they were filled with fear and trepidation, a hunched black shadow suddenly appeared behind them like a ghost. It was an old woman with a wrinkled face and sinister eyes.

"Young Master!" the old woman said rapidly, her voice tinged with anxiety.

"The Palace Master has already given instructions that if anything goes wrong, you must immediately evacuate this place with me!"

"Grandma?"

Jue Tian was slightly taken aback, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He would be more than happy to leave, since this level of confrontation was beyond his control; staying here would only add to the ranks of cannon fodder.

However...

He subconsciously looked up, his gaze piercing through the noise and chaos, landing on the towering, majestic pavilion deep within the palace.

At the top of the pavilion, where the eaves and corners are upturned, several figures are sitting leisurely on the glazed tiles, drinking together. The young man in white, who is at the head of the group, is playing with his wine cup and calmly looking down at this farce.

It was Jiang Chen, the nightmare who controlled his life and death!

Without this person's permission, he wouldn't dare leave even a step if he had ten times the courage!

Just as I was feeling uneasy, a lazy voice suddenly rang clearly in my mind:

"You go first, I'll come find you later."

Upon hearing this, Jue Tian felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and his tense nerves instantly relaxed.

"Yes! Thank you... Master!" Jue Tian murmured to himself, then turned and nodded to the old woman without further hesitation.

"Walk!"

At this moment, a gentle breeze was blowing from the top of the pavilion.

On the glazed tiles, Jiang Chen looked content, with the beautiful and refined Second Dream on his left arm and the charming and lovely You Ruo on his right.

Second Dream's slender fingers gently picked up a crystal-clear grape, her face slightly flushed, and brought it to her husband's lips.

You Ruo was even bolder, actually putting the peeled lychee into her cherry-like mouth, leaning forward with seductive eyes to feed it, doing her utmost in tenderness and charm, truly a scene of vibrant beauty and fragrance.

Duan Lang rolled his eyes at his brother's state, surrounded by women on both sides, and said irritably:

"Young Master Jiang, you dragged me all this way here, didn't you? Just so I could stand here and watch you two being all lovey-dovey, right?"

Having said that, he glanced at the arrogant and domineering Jue Wushen in the distance, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and suddenly stood up:

"Rather than suffer here, let me go and chop up those little Japanese devils!"

"What's the rush? You'll have your chance to make a move in the future, but not now."

Jiang Chen downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp, his gaze savoring as he looked down at the fierce battle in the distance:

"No one can take away God's head, whether it's Fengyun or Wuming."

After speaking, he casually glanced downstairs.

The majestic pavilion was already surrounded by thousands of Imperial Guards, with countless armored soldiers holding long spears and sharp blades, resembling an endless steel jungle.

However, the thousands of fierce warriors were completely silent at this moment, as if they had been frozen in place by a god or demon.

Upon closer inspection, although the armored soldiers still maintained their ferocious postures of wielding weapons and charging into battle, their bodies were as stiff as iron.

In an instant, they were suppressed by an invisible force and transformed into thousands of living terracotta figures, frozen in time, standing under the scorching sun, exuding an indescribable eeriness and deathly silence.