I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Suddenly, a series of chaotic and heavy footsteps sounded outside the deathly silent hall. Immediately afterwards, two men led a group of ragged, dust-covered, and defeated soldiers into the hall, breaking the tense and solemn atmosphere.

Although the two leaders looked disheveled, they possessed an extraordinary demeanor. They were none other than Juedi and Tianxing, the most valued disciples of Juedi Shen.

Presumably, their journey to the Central Plains ended in a crushing defeat, and they fled for their lives, enduring countless life-or-death struggles, before finally managing to escape back to their homeland of Japan with only a few surviving men.

As soon as they stepped into the hall that symbolized power, Juedi and Tianxing looked up and saw not their master, Jue Wushen, but Jue Tian, ​​who sat high on the throne with an arrogant expression.

The two looked slightly taken aback, then exchanged a glance. Their eyes showed neither much surprise nor resentment.

After all, it was common knowledge in the Wushen Jue Palace that Jue Tian was deeply favored. Now that the Palace Master was not present, it was only natural for Jue Tian to temporarily take over the position and issue orders.

"Your subordinates, Juedi and Tianxing, pay their respects to the young master!" The two rushed forward, knelt heavily on one knee, and bowed respectfully.

Upon seeing this, the remaining soldiers behind them also knelt down as if a mountain of gold and jade pillars were collapsing, shouting in unison:

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Jue Tian looked down at the kneeling crowd, his long-suppressed vanity greatly satisfied. He then slightly raised his hand, feigning authority, and said:

"Rise, all of you! Father is currently in seclusion to heal his injuries. For now, I, the young master, will be in charge of all matters in the palace."

"Now that you're back, take a good rest and regroup. Make sure to strengthen security in the palace and absolutely do not let outsiders disturb Father's peaceful retreat!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Jedi and Tianxing responded in unison, their voices booming like a great bell, echoing for a long time in the empty hall.

Juexin stood in the shadows, observing coldly, a sneer of utter contempt creeping onto his lips.

"A bunch of idiots..." Juexin sneered inwardly.

"Increased security? Hmph, what a fuss! But it's fine, with these cannon fodder taking the fall, my plan will be easier to execute..."

A few days later, the sea near Japan was raging with stormy waves. A strong wind gathered dark clouds, stirring up the once calm sea into a turbid wave that crashed against the rocks with a deafening roar.

A merchant ship cut through the wind and waves, speeding forward and gradually approaching the war-torn land of Japan.

Standing at the bow of the ship were three figures: Wuming, the martial arts legend who had come to rescue the emperor of the Central Plains; Bu Jingyun, the Uncrying God of Death; and Guihu, the loyal servant.

As the winding coastline came into view, a chilling killing intent suddenly arose beneath the calm sea. With a deafening roar, the entire ship exploded from the bottom without warning.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade of energy burst forth from the water like a raging dragon from the seabed, carrying a world-destroying force that cleaved the sturdy ship in two.

The boatman, who was responsible for punting the boat, didn't even have time to scream before he was torn to pieces by the terrifying blade energy, and his crimson blood instantly stained the surrounding sea.

Thousands of pieces of wood and debris shot into the sky, and seawater rushed back from the broken part of the ship, instantly creating a huge whirlpool on the sea surface with a diameter of tens of feet, like a giant abyss beast opening its blood-red maw to devour the world.

The terrifying suction swept in all directions, and Wuming, Bu Jingyun, and Guihu lost their footing and were instantly swept up by the violent undercurrent, involuntarily dragged into the dark and cold depths of the sea.

Despite being in a dangerous situation, Wuming's mind was clear. As soon as he entered the water, he keenly sensed two powerful killing intents rapidly approaching from the dark depths.

Concentrating their attention, they could vaguely see two ghostly figures breaking through the murky seawater and attacking.

One of them had fiery red hair that stood out starkly against the deep blue water. He gripped a uniquely shaped, long, continuous sword in his hand, the blade cutting through the water and creating a series of fine bubbles.

The other person was a woman with a seductive figure, holding a pair of strange rings that gleamed with cold light in her hands.

Wuming frowned slightly, sensing that the two men exuded a sinister and ruthless aura, and the weapons in their hands were strange, definitely not from the Central Plains martial arts world. Upon closer inspection of their attire, they did not resemble Guichaluo under the command of Wushen Juegong.

"The visitor is not friendly!" Wuming felt a chill run down his spine and secretly braced himself.

A sudden surge of water erupted from the depths of the sea. The man's long sword, imbued with fiery true energy, swept out, instantly boiling the icy seawater. Bubbles surged like dragons, aiming straight for Wuming's vital points.

With a sharp cry, the woman's twin rings spun rapidly, stirring up countless dark currents that transformed into numerous sharp water blades, sealing off all escape routes. With the two working together, the entire sea area seemed to have turned into a battlefield of carnage.

Unfortunately, the two were facing a martial arts legend who had reached the realm of the Heavenly Sword.

Despite being at the center of the vortex, Wuming remained unmoved like a pillar of strength, requiring no defense whatsoever.

Sensing the killing intent, the mighty sword energy within his body spontaneously condensed into a circle of transparent sword energy around him—the "Heavenly Sword Protection" that is impervious to all magic. No matter how turbulent the outside world is, it cannot penetrate even half a step into this three-foot sword domain.

Seeing that their surprise attack had failed, the red-haired man and the alluring woman locked eyes, their murderous intent surging.

The man reversed his long sword, and strange, eerie blue ghost fire ignited on the seabed, striking the nameless man's head directly.

The woman's double rings intertwined, her body becoming a blur, like a maggot clinging to the bone, strangling the lower body. The two of them were now unleashing their full inner strength, determined to forcefully shatter the unpredictable sword energy before them!

Faced with this combined attack powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, Wuming's eyes suddenly lit up, and the protective sword energy around his body abruptly subsided, transforming into a fierce offensive.

He joined two fingers together and pointed them in the air with an ancient and unadorned gesture. Instantly, two invisible sword energies broke through the resistance of the deep sea, striking the wrists of the two men holding their weapons with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ding! Ding!"

Two crisp metallic clangs rang out, and the red-haired man's long sword and the alluring woman's twin rings flew out of his hands in an instant.

The two felt an overwhelming force surge towards them, and their bodies were involuntarily thrown backward, heading straight for the water's surface.

"Splash!"

Waves surged and splashed as the three of them leaped out of the water almost simultaneously.

The nameless man lightly touched the drifting debris with his toes, standing firmly on the undulating sea. Although his clothes were soaked, he could not hide the calm and composed demeanor of a grandmaster.

Looking into the distance, not far away, Bu Jingyun and Gui Hu were also stepping on floating debris, their expressions cold and icy as they watched the commotion with vigilance.

The red-haired man and the alluring woman exchanged a startled glance, their eyes filled with unconcealed horror.

Unexpectedly, in the depths of the ocean where there was no leverage, Wuming's cultivation was terrifyingly powerful, completely suppressing the two of them together with just one move.

"Both of you possess extraordinary martial arts skills, yet why did you suddenly launch a sneak attack here?" Wuming's tone was calm, yet it carried an air of quiet authority.

The red-haired man, enduring excruciating pain as if his wrist bones were about to crack, replied in a deep voice:

"Truly worthy of being called a martial arts legend! His skill is unfathomable and truly admirable!"

"I am Huo Lang, the sect leader of Huo Wu Men. This is my junior sister, Yan Ji."

"My brother and I, fellow disciples, have long admired your esteemed name and, driven by a competitive spirit, have dared to venture forth and test our skills, desiring to experience the unparalleled prowess of the Central Plains Heavenly Sword!"

"I apologize for my earlier offense, but I was sent by my lord to invite you here."

"My lord?" Wuming raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That's right." Yan Ji suppressed her fear and forced a smile.

"My lord has long admired the legendary reputation of the martial arts world and has specially prepared a small feast to invite you, Nameless Gentleman, to board the ship for a chat."

Before the words were finished, a magnificent ship appeared at the horizon, its entire body made of solid ironwood.

The ship, massive as a mountain, emerged from the waves like a mobile fortress, its masts soaring into the clouds, its golden chrysanthemum flags fluttering in the wind, exuding an imposing aura.

The giant ship approached with incredible speed, and within just a few breaths it had come to a steady stop, stirring up thousands of white waves.

Fire Wolf stepped aside to make way, his attitude extremely humble and respectful, showing no trace of the ferocity he had displayed earlier. He bowed and invited, "..."

"Please come in, everyone!"

Nameless, Bu Jingyun, and Ghost Tiger exchanged glances, their minds instantly in sync. Now that they were here, they were determined to brave even the most dangerous places.

The three of them suddenly rose up, soaring upwards like a roc spreading its wings, and landed lightly on the wide deck.

The deck was spotless, and two stunningly beautiful women in gorgeous kimonos knelt on either side of the cabin door, their postures submissive and humble.

Fire Wolf quickly stepped forward, bowed, and led the way:

"Nameless Lord, my lord has been waiting for you for a long time, please!"

The nameless man remained calm and composed as he slowly pushed open the hatch.

The moment the door opened, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, and three fierce gusts of wind rushed towards us like venomous snakes!

Three warriors, wielding long spears, charged forward in a triangular formation. Their cold glints and murderous aura were clearly those of first-class innate masters.

Faced with a sudden and deadly situation, anyone else would have been in a panic, but Wuming remained as steady as a mountain, his feet not moving an inch, only casually flicking his sleeves.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A gentle yet vast internal force erupted instantly, and the three deadly spears seemed to crash into an invisible wall of energy, being violently repelled by the immense force.

The three warriors felt a violent jolt in their hands as if struck by lightning. Their spears flew out of their hands, and they stumbled backward and fell to the ground, their faces filled with horror.

With just this one move, the three innate masters were completely defeated.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha—"

A deep Buddhist chant suddenly came from inside the cabin, and then an old Japanese monk with a kind and compassionate face, wearing a brocade robe, walked out.

He walked extremely slowly, and with each step he took, the hard ironwood deck under his feet made no sound at all, as if he were walking on cotton. His aura was perfectly smooth and without any leaks, and he was actually a top master-level expert who kept his true abilities hidden.

He clasped his hands together, his gaze gentle, seemingly oblivious to the violent assassination attempt that had just occurred.

"The esteemed legend of the Central Plains martial arts world has graced us with his presence. This humble monk has failed to greet you properly. I had prepared this display just now to test your unparalleled prowess. These men of yours acted without restraint, and I hope you, nameless benefactor, will forgive their offense."

The nameless man stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed, his tone exuding absolute confidence:

"This little trick can be easily dealt with; it's nothing."

Seeing Wuming's arrogant demeanor, a barely perceptible shadow of gloom flashed deep in the old monk's eyes.

He inwardly scoffed at the Central Plains martial artists for being so incorrigible, resorting to pretentious and hypocritical acts, but outwardly remained impassive.

The old monk clasped his hands together and slowly said:

"This humble monk is Huan Sheng Yi Xin, the master of the Xuanmen Huanren Sect."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the silent, aloof young man beside him. Sensing the astonishing, restrained yet palpable aura emanating from him, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"This must be the renowned Bu Jingyun of the Central Plains martial arts world! Truly, his murderous aura is well-concealed; a formidable young man!"

Bu Jingyun didn't even glance at him, his face cold and silent, radiating an icy aura that kept people at a distance, as if the Japanese master in front of him was nothing more than a wisp of air.

As for Ghost Tiger, who was dressed as a loyal servant beside Wuming, Huan Sheng felt that his aura was long and powerful, and he was no ordinary fighter. However, seeing that Wuming did not take the initiative to introduce him, he wisely refrained from asking any further questions.