I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"I don't believe it!! I don't believe you really don't care!!"

Jue Wushen's eyes flashed with ferocity as he went completely mad. His right fist swept up a powerful gust of wind and slammed down on the Emperor's right leg bone like a heavy hammer.

A crisp cracking sound exploded on the deathly silent deck; the sound of bones breaking pierced the heart and chilled one to the bone.

"ah!!"

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, veins bulged on the emperor's forehead, and cold sweat poured down his face. He gritted his teeth and refused to utter a single word of pleading for mercy. Only his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Jue Wushen's face, filled with unyielding resentment.

Jue Wushen's breathing became rapid, his old face contorted like a demon, as he stared intently at Duan Lang.

However, as far as the eye could see, Duanlang remained as solid as an ancient rock, its indifferent expression startling.

It was as if what had just been broken was not the kneecap of a monarch, but merely a piece of rotten, withered wood by the roadside.

That cold, aloof gaze that regarded all living beings as ants finally made this Japanese overlord feel an unprecedented sense of despair and chill.

At this moment, Jue Wushen was no longer the arrogant figure he once was.

His legs went weak, and he dragged the emperor backward in a sorry state on the deck, his pupils contracting violently as he let out a hysterical scream of terror:

"You...you stay away!!"

That shout was extremely shrill, filled with a trembling voice caused by extreme fear.

Duan Lang abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Looking coldly at Jue Wushen, who was trembling like a mangy dog ​​and struggling to even stand, the killing intent that had just ignited in his eyes instantly vanished, leaving only deep disdain and disgust.

"Killing a poisoned piece of trash like you would only dirty my hands." Duan Lang sneered, turning to stare at Jue Tian, ​​who stood there dumbfounded.

"Jue Tian, ​​you decide what to do."

Jue Tian's body trembled as he met those icy, bone-chilling eyes, and he instantly understood.

This is a pledge of allegiance, and also the only way to survive.

Jue Tian gripped the knife tightly in her hand, but her hand trembled violently. Her face was deathly pale as she moved step by step toward the man who had given birth to her.

Seeing his son approaching with a knife, Jue Wushen loosened his grip, and the emperor, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to the side.

"No! My child! He is your father!"

Yan Ying finally came to her senses and rushed frantically to Jue Wushen, opening her arms wide, letting her hairpins fall loose, and tearfully pleading with her son who was closing in on her.

"Tian'er! You can't do this! This is utterly rebellious!!"

"Yingying, move aside!"

Jue Wushen leaned against the broken railing, poison gas attacking his heart, coughing up a mouthful of black blood. Although he was already at his last gasp, in this final moment of life and death, he suddenly showed a last bit of domineering power, like a hero in his final moments.

He shoved the tear-streaked Yan Ying aside, gave a bitter smile, and stared intently at his approaching son:

"This is a matter between father and son... Rather than die at Duan Lang's hands and suffer humiliation, it's better to die at the hands of my own son, using my head to save your lives!"

"Father……"

Jue Tian gripped a steel knife, its tip pointing directly at his father, who had once been as majestic as a mountain but was now poisoned and in a sorry state. His hands trembled violently, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Jue Wushen took a deep breath, looking directly into Jue Tian's eyes, which were filled with struggle and fear. There was no hatred in his eyes, only an indescribable sternness:

"Be a man! Stop being so wishy-washy! Just give me a straight answer!!"

Having said that, he slowly closed his eyes, raised his head and craned his neck, waiting for the knife to fall.

The roar of the waves crashing against the ship's hull seemed to have faded away, leaving only a suffocating silence on the deck, with only the faint clanging of steel blades trembling clearly audible.

Jue Tian shuddered. Looking at his father's resolute expression, his mind went blank, with only a survival instinct and a ruthless rage surging within him.

"ha!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was contorted, and he raised his sword high with both arms. With a beast-like roar coming from deep in his throat, he slashed down fiercely!

A flash of cold light, and a head the size of a bucket shot into the sky, a jet of blood shooting out like a fountain, staining half the sky red.

Its massive head flew through the air, tracing a gruesome arc before plunging over the ship's railing and into the rolling waves.

The smell of blood instantly attracted countless fish to fight and bite, but in the blink of an eye, they were devoured by the fish.

As the headless corpse collapsed with a crash, the ambition of the god of no god to seize the Central Plains was finally completely extinguished.

"what……"

Yan Ying let out a short gasp and her delicate body went limp to the ground.

His blank gaze swept over the bleeding severed neck, then looked at the churning sea, and finally settled on the fiery red figure beneath the mast.

However, after a brief moment of panic, the fear receded like a tide in those captivating peach blossom eyes.

Instead, a startlingly strange brilliance appeared.

A strong person!

This is the true strongman who is worthy of entrusting one's life to and who commands the attention of the world!

Even more arrogant than the washed-up Nie Renwang!

Even more ruthless than the cunning and ruthless Po Jun!

Even stronger than stubbornness and atheism!

She gently gathered her cloud-like hair with her delicate hands, and miraculously, two charming blushes appeared on her originally pale face. As her eyes darted around, greed and desire overflowed nakedly, without any attempt to conceal them.

With its former master dead, a wise bird chooses a better tree to perch on; this is a golden opportunity!

At this moment, Jiang Chen and his companions descended.

Seeing that the scourge had been eliminated, the emperor with the broken leg, disregarding the excruciating pain in his leg, hastily plastered a fawning smile on his face:

"Many thanks to the brave warriors who saved my life! I am the supreme ruler, and upon returning to the palace, I will reward them handsomely, bestowing upon them the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households..."

Jiang Chen and his companions ignored her completely, not even sparing her a glance, their eyes all fixed on the alluring Yan Ying.

Even in her current state of destitution, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world still possesses the qualities to stand out from the crowd.

Time has not etched its mark on her face; instead, like fine aged wine, it has given her a unique, mellow charm that captivates the heart.

With her voluptuous and alluring figure, her delicate and expressive eyes, and her pitiful and vulnerable demeanor, she was truly a rare beauty, a femme fatale.

"Judging solely from her appearance and bone structure, she is indeed a rare beauty in this world."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but secretly praise him.

No wonder he could captivate such powerful figures as Nie Renwang, Po Jun, and Jue Wushen to the point of obsession, even unto death.

It seemed that he caught the gaze that Duan Lang cast at him—a gaze that carried a hint of amazement, a touch of curiosity, and a burning intensity that any man would understand.

Yan Ying was overjoyed: There's hope!

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she subtly thrust out her proud breasts. Her robe was half-undone, and the collar opened slightly, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. As she breathed, the breathtakingly deep cleavage was like a ripe peach on a branch, exuding a sweet and irresistible charm.

Her eyes sparkled, casting a captivating glance at Duan Lang like spring water, her voice soft and seductive:

"Great Hero Duan's divine skills are unparalleled... I was forcibly abducted by Jue Wushen and had no choice in my own life... It was all thanks to Great Hero's divine power that I was saved from dire straits."

Before she finished speaking, two delicate, fleshy arms boldly reached out and wrapped around Duan Lang's waist and abdomen like beautiful snakes. Their soft, boneless bodies pressed against each other, and the warm, soft touch felt like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout Duan Lang's entire body.

"Well……"

Duan Lang's body stiffened abruptly. Faced with this sudden stroke of good fortune, his mind went blank for a moment, and he cursed inwardly:

"Damn it, this is Nie Feng's own mother! ...But this woman has mastered the art of preserving her youth, has a graceful figure, and feels amazing to the touch...any man with a penis would kneel before her!"

He had been watching Jiang Chen embrace two women and enjoy intimate moments with them all the way, and his eyes were already bloodshot with pent-up frustration.

At this moment, the Qilin's body, which was already brimming with yang energy, was deliberately aroused by this beauty. The raging lust that had been accumulating within him for so long erupted like a volcano, instantly shattering his remaining reason.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes was instantly swallowed up by naked desire, replaced by a ferocious, beast-like green light that seemed to prey on its prey.

"Hehe... Since Madam is so hospitable, I, Duan, will not stand on ceremony!"

Duan Lang laughed wildly, his large hand reaching out to grab Yan Ying's voluptuous body around the waist, as if he had captured a rare treasure. He moved with lightning speed, leaving behind a streak of crimson shadow as he swept away into the dark cabin, leaving everyone with only his impatient back view.

"Um??"

Jue Tian was stunned, staring at his father's headless corpse and then at his mother being carried away by the man in red. His mind was a complete mess, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

One moment he was a ruthless killer, the next he was a lustful fiend.

The change in art style was so rapid it was simply unbelievable!

Just as they were still in shock, an old figure suddenly stumbled out of the dark cabin. Her head of silver hair was messy, her face was pale, and she almost fell while staggering and running away. It was her grandmother who had taken care of Jue Tian's daily life since he was a child.

"Master! This is my grandmother who raised me from childhood!"

Jue Tian's body trembled violently, and he suddenly fell to the ground, crawling on his knees to Jiang Chen and kowtowing heavily, blood streaming from his forehead.

"Although my grandmother is from the Wushenjue Palace, she has spent her life practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures, and has never done anything evil. Moreover, she has shown me the great kindness of being fed and cared for! I beg you, Master, to have mercy and spare her life!"

Jiang Chen's gaze swept indifferently over the huddled, trembling old woman. Seeing that she was unsteady on her feet and had no martial arts background, he nodded slightly, granting her insignificant request.

Di Er Meng and You Ruo, one on each side, clung tightly to Jiang Chen's sleeves. The two girls' pretty faces were flushed, and they stomped their feet in embarrassment.

"Husband! Doesn't Brother Lang always say he hates older women the most? How come he's completely bewitched by Yan Ying?"

Jiang Chen stroked his chin, staring towards the cabin, and chuckled:

"Who knows... Duan Lang might have a thing for this kind of thing, just like Cao Cao back then, who only liked other men's wives. That's called the legacy of Cao Cao."

But in my heart, it was as if I had just woken up from a dream:

No wonder!

In my memory, Duan Lang was a cold-blooded man throughout his life. Even when Du Yunling bore him children, he never showed any real affection and remained as indifferent as ice until his death.

It seems the case is solved!

This guy doesn't like naive young girls at all; he only likes mature, charming women!

However, Yan Ying's skill in seducing men is truly exceptional; she doesn't need to waste words, she can get them all under her thumb.

In comparison, although Second Dream and Youruo are young, they are still too inexperienced in manipulating men's minds and arousing primal desires compared to this "femme fatale" who wreaked havoc on the martial arts world.

You Ruo suddenly slapped her forehead, as if she had remembered that devoted and loving figure, her face full of sympathy:

"Oh no... If Sister Leng Yan knew about this, she'd be devastated! She's completely devoted to Brother Lang, but little did she know he doesn't love virgins at all, he only fancy these mature women!"

Second Dream shrank back and muttered under his breath:

"My lord, if this gets to Nie Feng's ears... that his own mother was slept with by Duan Lang, with Nie Feng's temper, he'll probably grab the Snow Drinking Saber and hunt down Brother Lang all over the world, right?"

Jiang Chen's face twitched as he listened, imagining the two of them facing off with swords drawn. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.

"Well... as long as we don't say anything, Nie Feng should... probably... not know, right?"