I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Feng's demonic eyes blazed red, his heart filled with murderous intent. He relentlessly pursued Jue Wushen, determined to cut him down even if it meant searching the highest heavens and the deepest hells.

Unfortunately, the place where the blade pointed was already empty space.

The enemy's aura seemed to have vanished into thin air; no matter how frantically he searched, he could find no trace of him.

The bloodshot eyes suddenly lost their target, leaving only a blank stare.

The Snow Drinking Saber hovered in mid-air, its chilling aura fluctuating wildly. It seemed that even this divine weapon was perplexed as to where to unleash its overwhelming killing intent.

The mad aura that had sustained him until now instantly dissipated, and Nie Feng fell backward, crashing heavily into the ruins, unconscious.

The world was desolate, with only the Snow Drinking Mad Blade standing proudly in the pool of blood, its chilling aura seemingly bearing witness to the earth-shattering, soul-stirring, and tragic battle that had just taken place.

"Junior Brother Feng!!"

A dark figure shot out like an arrow and instantly rushed into the ruins.

Bu Jingyun's usually icy face now showed a rare hint of anxiety.

Ignoring his own injuries, he lifted the unconscious Nie Feng up, pressed his five fingers against his pulse point, and poured his pure inner energy into him recklessly, fearing that his sworn brother would die from exhaustion.

In a corner of the ruins, the Sword Emperor stood with his hands behind his back.

Although his clothes were tattered, his breathing had already become even. However, his tiger-like eyes were fixed on the unconscious Nie Feng, and deep in his pupils, he could not hide his fear.

"This child's talent... is truly terrifying."

"In such a short time, he has managed to control his demonic nature to this extent! If allowed to grow unchecked, my title of 'Number One Blade Under Heaven' will inevitably change hands sooner or later!"

The Sword Emperor's heart was in turmoil, and he felt a sense of crisis like thorns in his back.

Once this thought comes to mind, how can one remain standing?

"Damn it, no way! I have to get back to Duanqing Residence and go into seclusion right now! I need to completely master the Spring and Autumn Blade Technique! Otherwise, won't I be outdone by these brats? I can't afford to lose face like that!!"

Having made up his mind, the Blade Emperor flashed to Wuming's side, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and shouted:

"Nameless! Since Godless is gone, I won't stay any longer! I'm leaving!"

The nameless man, suppressing his surging internal energy, did not rise, but instead solemnly clasped his hands in return.

"If it weren't for the Sword Emperor's righteous assistance today, the martial arts world of the Central Plains would probably be doomed."

"Hmph! I've only made my move to prove my swordsmanship. Farewell!"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already drawn his sword and disappeared into the distance, vanishing at the edge of Dragon Peak with a swift movement, even more eager than when he arrived.

Wuming scanned his surroundings, but could not find Juexin anywhere.

They must have taken advantage of the chaos just now to quietly flee like frightened birds.

"That's enough."

Despite feeling utterly helpless, Wuming could only sigh and suppress his murderous intent.

He is currently at his limit; if we forcefully pursue him, it may damage the foundation of his martial arts.

Focus your mind now, ignore all distractions, close your eyes and regulate your breathing to repair the damaged meridians.

Deep within the palace stands a towering pavilion with eaves reaching into the clouds. Its summit offers an unobstructed view, allowing one to take in the fierce battle at Dragon Peak. However, due to the swirling clouds and an invisible barrier, outsiders would hardly notice that a master is spying on this place.

At the top of the glazed tile roof, four figures sat facing the wind, their postures relaxed, like spectators from the heavens, coldly observing the hustle and bustle of the human world.

"Boring, utterly boring." Duan Lang dangled his legs in the air, idly twirling the tassel of his Fire Scale Sword, his face utterly dejected.

"I originally thought that Jue Wushen was so powerful that he could force me to take action. I didn't expect that he would be driven away by Nie Feng."

"Looks like we made a wasted trip."

Jiang Chen leaned against the roof beast, enjoying the bliss of having two women on his left and right. He picked up the imperial wine with one hand, tilted his head back, and drank it down. As the wine went down his throat, a meaningful and playful smile appeared on his lips.

"A wasted trip? Not necessarily." His eyes swirled with a chaotic light, seemingly able to pierce through the void and gaze upon the very essence of all things.

"The performances of Fengyun and Wuming were exactly as I expected."

"Let's go and see this overlord of Japan off."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chen stood up, waved his sleeves, and his figure spread out like a roc spreading its wings, taking the lead in leaping out.

Three people followed closely behind. The four figures moved like shooting stars, quickly traversing the palaces and disappearing into the horizon.

Once the four large Buddha statues had left, the suffocating and terrifying pressure finally dissipated.

The thousands of imperial guards who had been standing motionless in the once deathly silent palace square finally stirred.

"Huff... huff..."

For a moment, heavy breathing filled the air.

Countless Imperial Guards felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and greedily, their heavy armor already soaked with cold sweat.

"My god...were those guys even human? Their mere presence almost scared the crap out of me..."

"That was terrifying... I almost thought I was going to die here today..."

"For a pittance, they have to do this head-threatening work! Their monthly salary is only a few coins? Is it really worth risking their lives? What damn bad luck!"

Far from the hustle and bustle of the capital, on a secluded seaside, the waves crash against the shore, stirring up white foam everywhere.

Several jet-black warships lay dormant like giant beasts, their sails adorned with ferocious demonic patterns that danced wildly in the wind, rustling and whistling, as if they were about to devour anyone who might harm them.

On the shore, a beautiful woman, still charming, anxiously gazed inland.

Standing beside him was a cold-faced young man, none other than Jue Tian, ​​the youngest son of Jue Wushen.

This woman was none other than Yan Ying, the renowned "Number One Beauty in the Martial World" and the mother of Nie Feng.

"Tian'er, why hasn't your father come yet? Could something have happened to him?" Yan Ying asked, her face full of worry, the silk handkerchief in her hand twisted out of shape.

"Mother, don't worry. Father has an indestructible golden body protecting him, he is invincible in the world, who can hurt him?" Jue Tian said calmly, but a barely perceptible struggle flashed deep in his eyes.

"boom!!"

A thunderous roar echoed from afar, and amidst the flying sand, a disheveled figure burst from the ground and stumbled onto the beach.

"Father!!"

Jue Tian feigned panic and, with a cry of alarm, leaped forward and quickly supported Jue Wushen's swaying body.

Although this Japanese overlord was disheveled and covered in dust, appearing utterly wretched, his domineering and ruthless aura remained undiminished.

Although its indestructible golden body is broken, its fundamental strength remains, and this injury is not enough to shake its foundation.

Jue Wushen took a deep breath, his face was slightly pale, but his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk's, and his cold light was intimidating.

"He's lifeless!!" Yan Yinghua's face paled, and she hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

Are you injured?

"Hmph! A minor injury, nothing to brag about!" Absolute God waved his hand dismissively, refusing to help, his back ramrod straight, and coldly retorted.

"Fortunately, I was prepared in advance and had already prepared this escape route, otherwise I might have really capsized in the ditch."

He suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on the direction of the capital, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Nameless... Bu Jingyun... Nie Feng..."

"I will remember this humiliation!!"

"Once I return to Japan and regroup, I will surely crush the Central Plains once more and tear you to pieces!!"

His gaze shifted to his wife and children beside him, and a rare tenderness appeared in the depths of his eyes, which had witnessed countless killings.

"Thank goodness... Yingying, Tian'er, you're both here."

"As long as you are here, I still have a chance to rise again!"

"Wu Shen, where is Xin'er? And the other subordinates..." Yan Ying asked with feigned concern, her eyes filled with worry that seemed both real and feigned.

"Hmph! That brat Juexin is too clever for his own good, he won't die!" Jue Wushen sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"As for that bunch of useless idiots, they're incompetent and deserve to die! What do we care what they do!"

Having said that, he forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, and waved his hand:

"Let's go! Get on the boat first!!"

As soon as they boarded the ship, a leader of the Ghost Chakravartins rushed over and knelt on one knee:

"Your Majesty! The Emperor of the Central Plains has been brought up and is being held in the lower deck, heavily guarded!"

"Good! Well done!!" A sharp light flashed in Jue Wushen's eyes.

"With this true emperor in my hands, the Central Plains court will be hesitant to act rashly, and will remain under my control! Hahahaha!!"

With a long, resounding horn call that echoed across the land, the massive, jet-black warship slowly departed from the shore, finally breaking through the waves and sailing towards the unknown, vast ocean.

A biting sea breeze, carrying a strong fishy smell, howled in, like thousands of invisible steel knives scraping across the face, bringing a chilling sensation.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Jue Wushen watched the Central Plains recede into the distance, his fists clenched tightly.

"Central Plains...I will definitely return!!"

On Jue Tian's expressionless face, a strange smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

A chilling smile quietly emerged, as if silently mocking the ignorance of the doomed tyrant before him—this ship was not a return journey, but a boat to the Yellow Springs, the deepest hell.

The pitch-black warship finally disappeared completely into the horizon, turning into an almost imperceptible black dot and vanishing into the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, and the sound of clothes being torn apart suddenly rang out. Four figures, like startled swans skimming the sea, landed steadily on the giant reef.

Second Dream gazed at the horizon where the sea met the sky and murmured softly:

"My lord, they have gone far away."

"Hmph! That little devil runs really fast!" You Ruo waved her small fists, looking eager to fight, baring her teeth and claws at the receding black dot.

"Husband, hurry and chase after him! I'm going to beat him to a pulp myself!"

"The real show has only just begun."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen laughed heartily, stretched out his arms and embraced the two beauties beside him at the same time. Then, he took a step forward, his white clothes as pure as snow, and stepped steadily on the waves as if walking on flat ground.

Seeing this, Duan Lang looked resentful, complaining that Brother Jiang was biased and didn't include him, while putting on an act as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Jiang Chen ignored him completely, and as he hurried away, he only said irritably, telling him to run away on his own and stop being so disgusting.

Duan Lang, having been rebuffed, could only yell and urge his true energy, his figure transforming into a streak of crimson light, relentlessly pursuing Duan Lang on the sea surface.

As she flew, Second Dream looked down at the deep blue seawater rushing past her feet, a hint of anticipation flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"My husband, I want to try it myself."

She gently broke free from Jiang Chen's embrace and cautiously touched the sea with her toes.

Unfortunately, his movement technique was not yet perfect, and his legs gave way, causing him to sway and nearly fall into the icy sea.

"Concentrate, focus your energy on the Yongquan point." Jiang Chen flicked his finger, sending a stream of pure divine energy into her body.

"Just go with the flow, don't fight it, just relax."

Following the instructions, the second dream circulated his energy and felt a gentle, supporting force rising from the soles of his feet, allowing him to rise and fall with the waves, as stable as Mount Tai.

"My husband, I did it!"

Overjoyed, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and twirled gracefully on the sea, her skirt billowing, like a fairy dancing on the waves, a sight to behold.

Upon seeing her charming appearance, You Ruo couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, a hint of jealousy rising in her heart.

With a delicate shout, she unleashed the Wind God Leg Technique, her figure moving like a hurricane sweeping across the sea, her speed several times faster than Second Dream's.

You Ruo deliberately circled around Jiang Chen, her clothes fluttering as she danced, and she didn't forget to cast a provocative glance at Di Er Meng. This display of jealousy and rivalry made Duan Lang shake his head repeatedly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so sour, really sour!"

Duan Lang was practically grinding his teeth to powder, looking utterly disgusted.