I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A fierce wind howled, whipping up countless pieces of rock.

At the center of the high platform, Jue Wushen stood with his hands behind his back, sneering. Twelve layers of dark gold energy flowed around him, making him look like an ancient and indestructible demon statue.

The powerful and heavy sword strike from the Sword Emperor struck the layered golden body, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, without even causing a ripple.

"Have you cut enough? If you have, then take my killing punch!!"

The killing intent in Jue Wushen's eyes surged, his defenses were completely abandoned, and his offensive intent surged out like a tidal wave.

"Killing Fist - Annihilation!!"

With a loud shout, he landed on the ground, and the force of his punch exploded!

The violent shockwave, like a beast unleashed from its cage, carrying a heavy stench of blood, crashed down on the Blade Emperor.

"not good!!"

The Sword Emperor felt a chill rush to his head. In this life-or-death situation, he had no time to change his move and could only hastily parry with his sword.

"when!!"

The deafening roar shattered eardrums, and the thick-backed golden knife bent inward by half an inch under the impact of the punch!

The terrifying force penetrated the blade and entered the arm bone, causing the Blade Emperor to shudder violently. He spat out a mouthful of hot blood, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground as he staggered backward.

"Such domineering punching power..."

The Sword Emperor staggered to his feet and casually wiped the crimson from his lips.

Absolutely God withdrew his fist with an air of arrogance, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"To survive my punch, you do have some skill!"

"Skill? Heh..." The Sword Emperor grinned maliciously, straightening his back, his eyes blazing with battle fire.

"Your fists are so weak, like a baby who hasn't been weaned! You want to kill me? Dream on!! Take this knife again!!"

The Sword Emperor gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and his violent aura suddenly subsided.

The swiftness of the past is gone, replaced by a deep desolation, like the setting sun in the west, telling of the helplessness of a hero in his twilight years.

Amidst the pervasive intent of the blade, lies only the relentless marks and vicissitudes of time.

The knife is drawn!

Slow, incredibly slow!

The blade slices through the void, seemingly slow and clumsy, but in reality, it conceals a profound mystery.

Jue Wushen frowned, unable to see through the mystery, yet instinctively felt a sense of alarm.

With a thought, the twelve layers of the indestructible golden body instantly reached their peak, with layers of dark golden light overlapping, making it as solid as a rock!

however!

A bizarre scene suddenly unfolded.

The blade's intent struck, ignoring the impenetrable wall of copper and iron, silently penetrating through and piercing straight into the lungs!

Jue Wushen's body stiffened abruptly, and he was horrified to find that although the golden light protecting him had not shattered, its brilliance had dimmed by 50% in an instant!

What sent a chill down his spine was the indescribable feeling of weakness that crept over him, as if his vital energy had vanished into thin air, giving him a sense of approaching old age.

His internal energy became disordered, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He then spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his chest red!

"Damn it!!" Jue Wushen was filled with shock and rage, forcibly suppressing the strange sensation within his body, his eyes bloodshot.

"Playing tricks and deception!! You think you can harm me with your unorthodox methods?!"

"die!!"

"Killing Fist - God of Slaughter!!"

Jue Wushen roared to the sky, his right fist clenched tightly, and a terrifying vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air at the tip of his fist!

Within a radius of several feet, rubble and dust were forcibly pulled off the ground and swept into the vortex, turning into dust.

The violent suction force erupted instantly, and the Blade Emperor lost control of his body, involuntarily crashing into the Death Iron Fist. His aura was locked by the force of the fist, leaving him with no way to avoid it!

"Die!!"

His right fist slammed out, the killing intent instantly transforming into a raging crimson flame that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, carrying an intensely high temperature capable of destroying everything, and fiercely struck the Blade Emperor's chest—

It is a deadly strike specifically designed to kill "god-like masters," and the fist is called "God of Slaughter," a punch that leaves no survivors!

"You want to kill me?!"

The Blade King's eyes were bloodshot, and his survival instincts kicked in at the critical moment.

All he heard was the cracking of his bones. His life's power surged into the blade like a raging tide. The thick-backed golden blade vibrated and hummed violently as it was held horizontally in front of his chest, ready to withstand the deadly punch!

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out, instantly shattering the heavy blade's momentum!

Blood gushed from the Blade Emperor's mouth as his body was blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the distance.

Deep within the palace, atop a towering, majestic pavilion that reaches into the clouds.

With a soft "smack," a bright purple grape instantly turned into a pulp, its juice splashing everywhere. Just as it was being fed to Jiang Chen, it ended up covering his face.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, my wife?" Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated, raising his hand to wipe the sweet juice from his face.

"Father!!" Second Dream's pretty face turned deathly pale, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent as she reached for the long sword at her waist.

"I'm going to kill Jue Wushen!!"

"No!" Jiang Chen stretched out his long arm, tightly embracing her slender waist, holding her trembling body firmly in his arms, and said softly,

"My dear wife, you mustn't steal your brother's head."

On Dragon Peak, the bloodshed and carnage did not stop; on the contrary, it intensified.

"senior!!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Seeing that the Sword Emperor's life or death was unknown, his grief and anger surged like a raging tide, turning into a desperate determination—he would rather die than retreat!

"ah!!"

With a roar, his curly hair danced wildly like a demonic snake, his right hand raised to the sky, frantically drawing in the clouds from all directions. The once clear sky instantly darkened, and dark clouds filled the sky.

"A gloomy and desolate atmosphere prevails!!"

With a single palm strike, the wind and clouds changed color.

The black clouds transformed into a massive vortex, carrying a desperate and resolute air as it slammed into Jue Wushen, determined to completely devour this indestructible golden body!

"roll!!"

With a thunderous roar, Jue Wushen neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed a powerful punch right into the sky filled with clouds!

The two forces collided in mid-air, and without any suspense, the cloud vortex shattered instantly like a bubble!

The destructive force of the fist swept past with overwhelming force, instantly turning Bu Jingyun's right sleeve into countless shattered butterflies. Blood mist gushed from his mouth, and he was blasted to the ground like a broken-winged eagle.

Two of the top martial arts masters in the Central Plains suffered a crushing defeat!

Absolutely no god stood proudly atop the ruined high platform, looking down upon all living beings, like a god of slaughter descending upon the world.

Looking at the masses, all are but ants; I ask you, who in the world can rival us?!

"well……"

A clear whistle reverberated through the sky, and a righteous spirit, like the rising sun, instantly dispelled the gloom and ferocity that filled the air.

Beneath Dragon Peak, the nameless creature, which had remained silent like a withered stone, stirred.

The sword intent moved before the body, and the whole person transformed into a heavenly sword that reached the sky and the earth, carrying a righteous aura that soared straight into the sky, and with an indomitable sharpness, it pierced straight into the top of Dragon Peak!

Jue Wushen's pupils suddenly contracted.

Although he was arrogant and thought he had no regard for the nameless man with blood, he was still instinctively wary of the sudden, earth-shattering sword. He turned slightly to the side at the last second, avoiding the invincible sharpness.

"Whoosh!"

The nameless sword forced back the powerful enemy, but did not pursue him. Instead, he used the sword light to sweep up Bu Jingyun and the Sword Emperor from the ruins like a dragon, and landed them steadily on the side of the high platform.

He sat cross-legged behind the two, his hands pressed against their backs, and poured in his vast true energy to forcefully suppress their surging and turbulent blood and qi.

"Nameless senior..."

Bu Jingyun, barely clinging to his last breath, felt the power surging into his body, and was deeply shocked.

Unlike the incomparably sharp and powerful aura of the Heavenly Sword in the past, the Nameless One at this moment gave people the feeling of nothingness.

The power that flows into the body is a strange power that encompasses all things and returns to one's true nature!

It is the legendary supreme swordsmanship – Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!

Sword energy arises spontaneously, endlessly!

"Kill him!! Kill him!!"

Seeing that Wuming was like an old monk in meditation, focusing all his efforts on saving people, Guicha Luo thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. He immediately drew dozens of sharp blades, full of murderous intent, and went straight for the head of the martial arts legend!

Wuming remained unmoved, oblivious to the chilling blades hurtling from behind, his figure as immovable as an ancient rock.

The moment the dozens of sharp blades touched the protective aura, a buzzing sound suddenly arose!

The blade seemed to have plunged into a bottomless swamp, unable to advance an inch, but instead stuck fast by an incredibly strong suction force.

"Ah!! My internal energy!!"

"What's going on?!"

Dozens of Ghost Cha Luo were terrified, feeling their years of hard-earned true energy suddenly bursting forth like a river bursting its banks, pouring wildly down their weapons and continuously surging into Wuming's body!

The Return of Ten Thousand Swords not only generates sword energy, but also absorbs all kinds of energy for its own use!

Within moments, with a series of muffled thuds, dozens of Ghost Chakravartins fell one after another like harvested wheat.

Their faces were withered like dried corpses, their life force and spirit had been completely drained, and even their murderous aura had been turned into nourishment for the nameless power, and they died tragically on the spot!

The entire place was deathly silent, with only the mournful sound of the wind.

Absolutely God's pupils contracted sharply, his previously contemptuous gaze instantly transforming into a chilling killing intent.

"All swords return to their origin..."

"Good! Very good!!"

"Nameless, you have indeed not disappointed me!!"

He roared, and his dark golden energy surged like a raging torrent as he stomped down heavily!

Boom!!

The already crumbling Dragon Peak could no longer withstand this domineering divine power and was crushed in half by this one stomp!

Debris rained down, dust filled the air, and the god of destruction, riding the momentum of the collapse, approached step by step like a ferocious deity descending upon the world.

"Nameless, your 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique is indeed wondrous, but to think you can break through my invincible body is nothing but a pipe dream!"

The nameless man slowly withdrew his vast true energy into his body, and with a light flick of his sleeve, he calmly stood up. His aura was harmonious and unobstructed, and he stood tall and imposing, exuding an unshakable grandmaster's majesty.

With the infusion of vast true energy, Bu Jingyun and the Sword Emperor's injuries had healed by seventy or eighty percent. Their originally pale faces quickly regained their rosy hue. After each circulating their qi for a moment to regulate their breathing, they stood up calmly.

Faced with the overwhelming force of the Godless One, Nameless remained calm and composed. His body moved without wind, slowly floating in mid-air. He simply raised two fingers together and pointed towards the sky.

"Whether it's wishful thinking or not, you'll know once you try."

"All Swords Return to Their Origin!!"

With a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, the wind and clouds instantly reversed, and the entire world paled in comparison.

Countless sharp sword energies appeared out of thin air like a torrent, instantly obscuring the sun and moon, just as the Milky Way in the heavens suddenly reversed and turned into billions of starlight falling to earth!

The sword energy that filled the sky was not ordinary true power, but was transformed from the nameless, unadorned, and supreme sword intent. Each one contained an unparalleled sharpness that could pierce through metal and stone!

"go!"

With a flick of his nameless sword, the rain of swords instantly transformed into a silver storm, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the void, sweeping towards Jue Wushen.

The sword strikes were like rain, dense and impenetrable, as if they were about to completely shred the void before them.

"A twelve-fold indestructible golden body!!"

Jue Wushen roared to the sky, his dark golden aura surging to its peak, the golden light as dazzling as the sun, his whole being seemed to have been forged into an indestructible Vajra War God!

A series of rapid, explosive metallic clanging sounds suddenly erupted, accompanied by a shower of sparks and golden light, causing the entire Dragon Peak to tremble violently!

He stood proudly in the eye of the storm, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the sword energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, bombard his protective golden light.

Despite the raging sword winds and dense attacks, they were unable to penetrate the dark golden undying aura!

"Hahahaha!" Godless laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the surrounding area.

"Useless! Nameless, your sword energy is dense, but its power is too scattered! You want to break my indestructible golden body? It's utterly delusional!!"

Upon hearing this, Wuming frowned slightly, sensing the incomplete recovery of his internal energy, and sighed inwardly.

"Indeed... Although he has mastered the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' technique and absorbed Gui Chaluo's internal energy, his recovery time is still short, and his power is far from returning to its peak. If he were at his peak, this 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' technique would have already shattered this golden body, so why is it like this..."

"Master's skills are unparalleled; that nameless old scoundrel is already at his last gasp!"

Miyamoto Zang, the eldest disciple of Jue Wushen who had been waiting for an opportunity, had a glint of greed and ruthlessness in his eyes.

Seeing that Wan Jian Gui Zong could not break through his master's golden body, he concluded that Wu Ming was just bluffing and that this was a golden opportunity for him to make a name for himself!

"You nameless old scoundrel, prepare to die!!"

Miyamoto sprang up like a ghost, his twin swords transforming into two fierce, cold beams of light, aiming straight for Nameless's vital heart.

This attack was swift as lightning, ruthless and insidious!

"court death!"

Wuming didn't return, but merely made a feinting grab with his hand.

In an instant, Miyamoto's twin swords were as if they were being firmly sucked into an invisible vortex, unable to advance an inch.

What terrified him even more was that the pure internal energy he had cultivated for many years was uncontrollably flowing into the palm of the nameless man like a river bursting its banks!

"Ah!! Master, save me!!"

Miyamoto screamed in agony, but his strength was rapidly draining away at a visible rate, and his legs were too weak to support his body any longer.

In the blink of an eye, the disciple, who was devoid of any spirit, had all his power drained and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, dying instantly.

"call……"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and Wuming's pale face instantly regained its color.

Although Miyamoto's internal energy was mixed and impure, its strength lay in its large quantity and profoundness. Like a long-awaited rain after a drought, it instantly filled the emptiness in his parched meridians.

Jue Wushen coldly watched his eldest disciple die, his face remaining completely calm, instead a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

A mere useless disciple, he could die if he wanted to, but the fact that he forced Wuming to absorb his internal energy in such a desperate manner to prolong his life shows that Wuming was already at his last gasp!

Once he finishes sucking up these leftover scraps, his death will be imminent!

Wuming’s eyes blazed with divine light, and his sword energy surged like a tidal wave, making him several times more powerful than before!

"All Swords Return to Their Origin!!"

Thunder roared, and the heavens and earth trembled!

This time, the sword energy no longer fought independently; it seemed to have gained sentience, spinning rapidly in mid-air and layering together to form a huge silver sphere of light, completely enveloping Jue Wushen from all sides, leaving no blind spots!

"Hmph! The same trick again?" Jue Wushen sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Nameless, can't you come up with something new? The 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' trick is always the same old thing. I blocked it just now, and I can block it again!"

Before the words were finished, countless sword energies suddenly contracted, like ten thousand swords tearing each other apart, bombarding the indestructible golden body!

"Snap!!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, particularly jarring amidst the deafening whistle of the sword.

The arrogance on Jue Wushen's face froze instantly.

Under the frenzied attack of the sword ball, the dark golden aura on his chest, which was impervious to all magic, actually showed a tiny crack!

The cracks spread wildly like a spider web, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye!

"What?! You actually broke through my twelve layers of indestructible golden body?!"

Jue Wushen's pupils constricted sharply as an unprecedented sense of humiliation surged into his heart, driving him almost to madness.

"Unforgivable!! Absolutely unforgivable!!"

"Nameless!! You will pay the price for this!!"

"The Eighteen-Layer Indestructible Golden Body!!!"