I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

On the vast ocean, the weather changes dramatically, and the raging waves rise and fall like ten thousand evil dragons churning and roaring in the endless abyss, stirring up deafening and earth-shattering waves.

Five giant ships, like steel monsters, rampaged through the turbulent, vast sea at full speed.

On the deck of the last large ship, several demon warriors responsible for covering the rear sat together, pouring wine from large bowls, tearing apart large chunks of meat, their boisterous laughter reaching the heavens.

"Hey, why did the Palace Master leave in such a hurry this time? I haven't had enough fun in the Central Plains yet."

"Shh! Stop asking! How could you possibly fathom the Palace Master's thoughts?"

"It's good that you're in a hurry to leave! Although the women of the Central Plains are fierce, they're nowhere near as docile as the women of Japan. Damn it, once I get back to the Wushen Jue Palace, I'm definitely going to the red-light district to find that little wench named Yingzi and let off some steam. I've been holding back for so long!"

"Heh heh, you lecherous devil, that's all you've got! But seriously, I heard the palace just caught a batch of top-quality women..."

Upon hearing this, one man's eyes widened immediately. He picked up the porcelain bowl and downed it in one gulp. His gaze inadvertently swept across the sea behind him, and suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he froze on the spot, the bowl of wine still at his lips, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Th-what...what is that?"

"What? What?"

His companion casually glanced in the direction his gaze fell.

As far as the eye could see, the waves surged, and four tiny black dots, like ants, regarded the raging waves as flat ground, shooting toward them at an alarming speed, leaving four streaks of white waves in their wake.

"Are you seeing things? How could someone be running on the sea?"

"No! They're getting closer! It's a person! It really is a person!!"

Several ghostly demons rubbed their eyes violently. When they finally saw the four figures walking on the waves, they were so frightened that cold sweat poured down their spines, and the wine bowls in their hands shattered with a "crack".

"Oh no! Enemy attack! Quick! Sound the horn!!"

The shrill, hoarse sound of the horn instantly shattered the calm of the sea and sky, echoing mournfully above the ship.

Inside the main cabin at the very front, Jue Wushen was meditating with his eyes closed, his aura subtly fluctuating. Suddenly hearing this death knell-like horn, he abruptly opened his eyes, his inner energy surging, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"What happened?!"

A demonic figure stumbled through the hatch, his eyes, hidden behind a bronze demon mask, filled with terror, and stammered:

"Palace Master... Palace Master! Behind us! Someone's catching up with us!!"

"Pursuers? How many ships?" Jue Wushen's brows furrowed into a knot.

"No...no boat!"

"No boat? How can we chase them?"

Guichalu swallowed hard, his vocal cords trembling.

"Four...four people! They're running on the sea!! They'll catch up with the big ship at the back in the blink of an eye!!"

"What?!" Jue Wushen suddenly stood up, completely ignoring the surging blood energy within his body, his face filled with astonishment as if he had seen a ghost.

"Traveling on the sea?! We're at least dozens of miles from shore. Where in the world is there such unparalleled lightness skill as walking on the waves for dozens of miles?!"

Upon seeing this, a fleeting glint of malice flashed in Jue Tian's eyes. He casually picked up a cup of warm tea from the table beside him, stepped forward, and spoke with utmost care and consideration.

"Father, please calm down. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you. Have some tea to soothe your throat and focus on recovering your strength. As for those reckless fools outside, I'll take some men to deal with them right away."

Upon hearing this, Jue Wushen relaxed his tense nerves and realized that this young boy was indeed a hundred times stronger than the useless Jue Xin. He immediately took the teacup, tilted his head back, and drank it all down, his face filled with satisfaction.

"Good! What a wonderful day for your father! Go now, lest you tarnish the reputation of my Wushen Jue Palace! I will rest here for a while!"

After saying this, the Japanese overlord sat cross-legged back on the couch and closed his eyes to practice his internal energy.

Jue Tian bowed and retreated. As soon as he turned around, the obsequiousness on his lips instantly turned into a sinister sneer. With a wave of his hand, he led the group of Ghost Chakravartins in the cabin to charge out like wolves and tigers.

As soon as I rushed onto the deck, the salty, damp sea breeze, carrying a murderous aura, rushed towards me.

Jue Tian stood on the main ship and looked back into the distance. He saw that behind the fleet, the waves were as big as mountains. Four figures were standing on the crests of the waves, leaping and bounding with the momentum of the waves. Each step covered several feet.

In a few leaps and bounds, the four of them had already chased after the fleet to the stern of the convoy, riding on layers of giant waves, and landed steadily on the mast of the last large ship, accompanied by a sharp sea breeze!

The red-clad man at the head of the group stood against the wind, his hair flying wildly. His gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the chaotic scene of Guichaluo below, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you're here, stay forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red light on the Fire Kirin Sword surged like blood, and it slashed out horizontally!

boom!!

The Fire Kirin Sword had already devoured the essence of the peerless sword. With a casual wave, it unleashed a terrifying evil fire capable of incinerating everything.

A hundred-foot-high wave of fire shot into the sky, roaring like a crimson dragon crashing into the large ship.

"boom!!!"

The deafening roar instantly drowned out the raging waves, and the entire ship, shrouded in red light, crumbled into pieces like paper, turning into countless burning wood chips that flew in all directions!

The ship was ravaged by the Ghost Demons, with severed limbs and broken bodies falling into the sea of ​​fire like raindrops. Large areas of the sea were instantly stained crimson with blood, resembling a living hell.

"Quick! Jump in!!"

Desperate screams filled the air as countless terrified figures stumbled into the waves like headless flies.

However, what terrified these Japanese pirates was that the Fire Scale Evil Fire could not be extinguished by water; instead, it burned even more violently and ferociously with the help of the surging waves.

A continuous hissing sound echoed across the sea, and a red glow shot into the sky!

Countless demons howled and struggled in the sea of ​​fire, before turning to ashes in full view of everyone.

However, the slaughter had only just begun. Duan Lang leaped into the air, his Fire Scale Sword sweeping away fallen leaves like a whirlwind, and he swung the sword three times in quick succession!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three earth-shattering explosions rang out in succession, and a series of domineering sword energies blasted the three remaining escort ships to pieces!

Wood chips mixed with the remains of Guichaluo fluttered down, and in the blink of an eye, only the lone ship under the seat of Jue Wushen remained of the five giant ships.

The sea was filled with deafening screams, and blood stained the waves for dozens of miles crimson.

The four of them gathered their energy and lightened their bodies, their toes lightly touching the fallen mast fragments. With a few leaps, they skimmed across the ravaged sea and landed gracefully atop the main ship's mast, coldly looking down at Jue Tian and the group of Ghost Cha Luo who were on high alert.

One of the close-combat demons was terrified upon seeing this and asked in a trembling voice:

"Young...Young Master! A powerful enemy has attacked. How should we defend ourselves?"

"Fight the enemy?" Jue Tian's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, and with a ruthless backhand strike, he pierced through Gui Cha Luo's chest in an instant.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Amidst the splattering blood, the group of Ghost Chakravartins were terrified. Before they could react, they saw their usually arrogant young master kneeling heavily before the four people atop the mast.

"Your humble servant, Jue Tian, ​​greets your master!!"

Just then, the hatch opened wide, and Jue Wushen and Yan Ying, who were about to come out to check the situation, stumbled upon this jaw-dropping scene.

"Tian'er?! What are you doing?!"

Jue Wushen's eyes widened in fury, he could hardly believe his eyes. This was his most proud son, who was now kowtowing to the enemy like a lowly servant!

Yan Ying was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly supported the swaying Jue Wushen and said in a trembling voice:

"Wu Shen, calm your anger! Tian'er... Tian'er must have been coerced by these villains..."

Jue Wushen shoved Yan Ying away, his gaze sweeping over the four people on the mast before he stared intently at Di Er Meng, his old face contorted with rage.

He could never forget that it was that bitch who severed his right arm with a single sword strike, shattering his indestructible body!

"So it was you, you filthy bitch! I haven't even settled the score with you for my severed arm, and now you're following Duan Lang to bring trouble to my old man Tian'er!"

Absolutely no god gritted his teeth, his anger turning into a cruel laugh.

"Very well! Very well! Now that you've all come together, I'll risk serious injury today to tear you scum to pieces!!"

"Killing Fist!!"

He roared and was about to unleash a devastating punch with all his might when a sudden, sharp pain shot through his chest, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart, the moment he raised his inner energy to his dantian.

"puff--!!"

Without warning, a mouthful of black blood gushed out, and Jue Wushen's body trembled violently. He collapsed onto the deck, his face turning deathly pale.

"Poison...poison?! How could I have been poisoned...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly glanced at Jue Tian, ​​who stood to the side with a cold expression, and the warm tea he had just drunk flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Tian'er!! It's you?! That cup of tea from earlier..."

Yan Ying covered her mouth and cried out in surprise, staring in disbelief at the utterly unfamiliar son before her:

"Tian'er...that's your own father! How could you..."

Jue Tian slowly stood up, meeting his father's extremely resentful gaze. The last trace of guilt in his heart vanished in an instant, replaced by a madness that determined to live no matter what.

"Father, don't blame me for being heartless. A wise person knows when to yield. The fate of the Wushen Palace is sealed, and I'm only trying to preserve a little bloodline. Besides..."

He turned and bowed deeply to Jiang Chen, his voice booming.

"If your master wants you to die, then you must die!"

On the mast, Duan Lang raised an eyebrow in surprise, turning to look at the snow-white-clad man beside him:

"Brother Jiang, you also arranged this play? That's ruthless."

Jiang Chen shook his head indifferently, but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He never ordered the eradication of all poisons in the world. It seems that this kid is capable of going to such lengths to survive and rise to power.

"interesting."

He uttered two words calmly: This Jue Tian is ruthless and vicious. He would even kill his father to please his new master. In terms of cruelty, he is no less than his elder brother, Jue Xin.

"That's right, you didn't choose the wrong side."

"I'll spare your life since you've been somewhat obedient."

The remaining Ghost Chakravartins on the deck were also in an uproar. No one expected that their arrogant young master would stoop so low as to bow down to his mortal enemy and become his slave.

Upon seeing this, Jue Wushen's last remaining hope finally shattered completely.

He whirled around and roared at his terrified followers behind him:

"Bring out this dog emperor! Now!!"

Several demons scrambled into the cabin and, in no time, dragged the Central Plains emperor, whose arms were bound and whose face was deathly pale, onto the deck like a dead dog.

Jue Wushen lunged forward, his five fingers like steel hooks gripping the emperor's throat tightly, directly blocking him in front of him.

"Don't come any closer!!"

He roared fiercely, his voice filled not only with anger but also with barely concealed fear.

"If you dare to make a move, I will make that dog emperor pay with his life!!"

Although the emperor's martial arts skills were gone, his face was frighteningly pale, but his eyes revealed a defiant spirit in the face of desperation, and he kept his mouth tightly shut.

However, the four people on the mast didn't even lift their eyelids.

"The Emperor?" Duan Lang glanced sideways, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and let out a cold, penetrating sneer.

"You're threatening us with the life of a piece of trash? Have you lost your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Jue Wushen's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.

He didn't believe Duan Lang's words at all, thinking that the martial artists of the Central Plains valued loyalty to the emperor and righteousness the most. This kid was just bluffing and wanted to have some fun, and he would never dare to actually leave someone to die.

However, Duan Lang didn't care about the hostages' lives at all. With a cold laugh, he jumped down and landed as if he were in an empty place.

The Fire Kirin Sword danced, leaving behind a trail of scarlet afterimages. Where the red light swept past, blood rained down like a fountain.

Heart-wrenching screams echoed across the deck of the large ship.

Before the group of demons could react, they were either shredded by the sharp sword energy or burned to death by the terrifying heat.

In just a few breaths, the deck was covered in blood.

The dozens of demons surrounding them fell dead one after another, their deaths gruesome and unbearable to witness.

The sword light receded, and on the vast deck, apart from Jue Wushen, Yan Ying, Jue Tian's servant, and the emperor being held in his hand, there was no other living person.

All hope vanished like smoke, and all hope sank to the bottom of the valley. A bone-chilling cold spread through his spine as if piercing his heart and lungs.

The four men before him regarded the emperor of the Central Plains as nothing more than weeds, showing neither shock nor anger nor the slightest fear. Could it be that they truly did not care at all about the emperor's life or death?