I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"ah--!!"

A short, terrified scream pierced the desolate night sky, the sound filled with indescribable fear, as if the person who screamed had glimpsed something extremely terrifying before their death.

The fake ghost's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his figure instantly transformed into a dark afterimage, rushing towards the direction from which the sound came as if riding the wind.

He peered intently through the sparse purple foliage under the moonlight and saw a dozen still-warm corpses lying haphazardly in the cold, empty courtyard ahead.

The corpses scattered on the ground were all decapitated, and the cuts on their severed necks before they died were as smooth as mirrors, clearly indicating that the victims had all been decapitated in an instant by a peerless sharp blade.

Crimson blood sprayed recklessly across the mountains and fields, turning the beautiful purple fallen leaves into a shocking crimson hue.

In the very center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, stood a solitary, proud figure.

The man was dressed in a plain white robe that fluttered in the wind. His tall and solitary figure was like a pine tree standing proudly on a mountaintop. His thick, long hair, which was being torn apart by the night wind, exuded an indescribable arrogance and demonic nature.

He held a peerless longsword with an ancient design and a chilling aura, its narrow blade faintly shimmering with a blood-red light like ripples on water, as if it were a ferocious beast hysterically craving to drink more of its enemies' blood.

"That is..."

The fake ghost's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, his gaze fixed intently on the gleaming blade.

Bloodthirsty Blade!

Nie Feng's family heirloom weapon, the Bloodthirsty Saber, is renowned throughout the martial arts world!

"Nie Feng?!"

He felt a great shock in his heart and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Hearing the commotion, the aloof figure ahead slowly turned around in the dappled night, the night wind ruffling his long hair to reveal blood-red eyes.

There was no trace of normal human reason in his eyes, nor any gentle emotion; deep within his pupils remained only an endless bloodlust and a relentless, insane obsession.

"Absolutely...no...god..."

From Nie Feng's dry throat, a low, hoarse roar, like crushing sand and gravel, came out, as if he were a vicious ghost crawling out from the depths of the Netherworld.

Suddenly, a series of rapid, whistling sounds and deafening, frenzied shouts of killing erupted from the deep, dark forest all around.

"He's there! Don't let him get away!"

"Kill him!!"

Countless bright, sinful torches lit up the mountains and fields, and swarms of demons surged forth from the depths of the dense forest in all directions like a black tide bursting its banks. Clearly, everyone had been lured out by the earth-shattering commotion of the previous slaughter.

Faced with the overwhelming and ruthless pursuers, Nie Feng's demonic eyes remained indifferent.

The next moment, his tall figure vanished without warning, his entire being like a blood-red lightning bolt tearing through the night, instantly shattering the ironclad encirclement with overwhelming force, and disappearing like a wisp of smoke into the depths of the vast forest.

All that remained were the ravaged corpses scattered everywhere, along with a large, furious, and irrationally chaotic army of Oni-Kara chasing them across the mountains and fields.

The fake ghost, Chaluo, stood alone on the edge of a pool of blood where the cold wind howled, his mind still reeling from the shock.

"Junior Brother Feng..."

Beneath the cold mask, a deep, complex murmur, tinged with a thousand thoughts, escaped.

Bu Jingyun stared intently in the direction where Nie Feng had completely disappeared into the darkness, his brows furrowed deeply.

"You actually came too... and you're deeply possessed by demons."

He had originally sneaked into the extremely dangerous core forbidden area just to find out if Jue Wushen was hiding there, but he never expected that he would run into his junior brother Feng, who had already stepped into the abyss of demonic cultivation, right there in the place.

"It seems that the lack of divine intervention is Feng Shidi's obsession." A fierce and resolute glint flashed deep within Bu Jingyun's usually cloud-like eyes.

"Junior Brother Feng has fallen deeply into demonic possession; we absolutely cannot let him wander alone in the Godless Palace!"

Thinking of his brotherhood, Bu Jingyun moved his feet, causing his true energy to surge forth. He was about to use his Cloud-Dispelling Movement Technique to break through the wind and catch up.

Suddenly, a heavy hand, as if cast from cold iron, reached out from behind and pressed down firmly on his shoulder without making a sound or showing any murderous intent.

"Who?!"

Bu Jingyun was horrified. With his keen sense of awareness, he hadn't even noticed anyone approaching!

Turning around abruptly, what came into view was a pair of eerie eyes that glowed with a faint emerald light.

It was none other than Onizuka, the forbidden area supervisor with a face full of branding marks!

"Look into my eyes..."

Onizuka's voice became erratic, as if it possessed some kind of magic, piercing directly into Bu Jingyun's mind.

Bu Jingyun felt a buzzing sound in his head, and his consciousness instantly became blurred. His emerald eyes seemed to transform into two bottomless vortexes, forcibly sucking his soul into them.

Soul-capturing and spirit-chasing...

Bu Jingyun's eyes immediately became empty and lifeless, and he stood there like a puppet on a string.

"Hehe, what a strong body, perfect for feeding that monster."

Onizuka gave a sinister smirk before turning and stepping into the desolate depths of the purple-leaf forest.

Bu Jingyun's eyes were blank, like a walking corpse whose soul and spirit had been extracted. He followed stiffly and numbly behind, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The two passed through thick fog and arrived at a huge stone gate built against the mountain. The stone gate was ancient and heavy, and was covered with ferocious ghost reliefs, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Onizuka's withered hand bones emerged and abruptly pulled the lever beside the cold stone door.

"Boom!"

The heavy stone gate slowly slid open to both sides with a tremendous friction, revealing a dark, deep cave that seemed capable of swallowing the souls of the living.

"Go in."

Onizuka suddenly exerted his strength, shoving his wooden prey into the bottomless abyss with a single palm strike.

Bu Jingyun stumbled and fell backward, his body tumbling and crashing into the doorway.

"boom!"

The massive gate, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, slammed shut behind them like a prison.

With complete isolation from the outside world, the soul-capturing magic that had been entangled in his body dissipated as quickly as a wisp of smoke.

The previously dazed Bu Jingyun's joints trembled violently, and in a flash of inspiration, he gasped sharply, completely awakening his senses.

"Where is this?"

His sharp gaze swept across the oppressive encirclement, where he saw only a luminous pearl, emitting a ghostly green glow, embedded every few feet on the damp cliffs.

The pale green light splashed across the vast and deep underground armory, transforming the massive stone chamber into a sickly, ghostly hue, while the air was perpetually thick with an extremely pungent, chilling, and putrid stench.

Bu Jingyun raised his hand and ripped off the suffocating ghost mask disguise on his face. He quickly inhaled and exhaled several breaths of extremely cold and turbid air. Just as he was about to take a step, his foot unexpectedly crushed something. Then, a series of terrifying "crackling" sounds, like thin ice cracking, blasted into his ears.

Using the dim green light filling the room, he quickly focused all his attention on staring downwards.

Amidst the interplay of ghostly light and shadow, a pair of pupils that had endured dire circumstances suddenly contracted to their limit!

What they were stepping on at that moment was a stark, white, broken skeleton!

Looking out from underfoot, one sees countless skulls piled up like waves on the vast underground plain, layer upon layer, as if a gigantic mountain of bones, an endless abyss of eternal damnation, had been cruelly built in a death cell!

"roar--!!"

A deafening roar, pure and savage like that of a wild beast, suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the skeleton horde.

Following closely behind was a terrifying aura of extreme ferocity and brutality, which, like a raging torrent, carried a chillingly powerful killing force that swept in like a tidal wave.

"What is that?!"

Bu Jingyun felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His instincts, honed by countless brushes with death, compelled him to ride the dragon's momentum and retreat backward without a second thought.

In the blink of an eye, the towering mountain of corpses in front of them suddenly shattered, with hundreds of pale, broken bones flying out like arrows from a powerful bow.

From the depths of the terrifying, swirling rain of bones, a towering, iron-cast black shadow suddenly stood upright in the skull graveyard.

Through the faint, flickering green light of the dim night, Bu Jingyun finally managed to make out the true face of his formidable enemy with great difficulty.

It turned out to be a wild giant with a robust physique, resembling the Iron Tower of Jingwu.

His muscles were coiled and locked together like a thick, taut dragon, and his bare skin was as hard as granite that had been carved by knives and axes over the years.

Because he was always in the dark and never groomed, his disheveled and tangled hair barely covered his extremely distorted and ferocious face, and his thick mouth was uncontrollably dripping with filthy saliva.

Although his entire demeanor was filled with childlike naivety and ignorance, the domineering true energy that unconsciously surged outward from his body was so powerful that it was enough to leave even the world's martial arts masters in awe and breathless.

"Eat...eat you!"

The giant let out a mumbled, crude, and pitiful scream.

He raised a rough fist, larger and more terrifying than a millstone, and brought with it a fierce gust of wind in the secret room, like the howling of a vengeful ghost, and smashed it down hard on the top of Bu Jingyun's head without any fancy moves!

The powerful punch delivered mid-air was so heavy and fierce that it shattered the three-foot-long barrier in the cramped space, creating a deafening explosion in mid-air.

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm!"

Trapped in a deadly chamber, Bu Jingyun dared not be careless in the slightest. The void within his dantian swirled wildly, instantly drawing out all the pure and powerful energy from his meridians, and with a terrifying force, he fiercely slammed his palm towards the sky.

"Bang!"

The pure and unyielding physical body collided head-on with the vast and boundless clouds in mid-air, instantly unleashing a devastating and muffled roar of destruction.

Bu Jingyun felt a sudden, intense numbness in his forearm, as if a tremendous, overwhelming force, like Mount Tai pressing down, was rushing back and forth along the meridians at the base of his palm.

His upright physique was violently shaken backward several feet by the deadly aftershocks of the ferocious giant fist, and a stabbing sensation of blood and qi surged deep in his chest and abdomen.

Meanwhile, the giant who had taken the brunt of Bu Jingyun's domineering counterattack was also struck by the relentless and penetrating palm force, causing him to wail in agony.

The giant clutched his swollen, rough fist tightly, his two massive feet stumbling and staggering uncontrollably as he stumbled backward, finally collapsing with a thud into the pale, angular sea of ​​skulls.

The dignified, towering, bloodthirsty thug suddenly resembled a one-year-old child who had suffered a great injustice from being beaten by his elders, throwing a tantrum and wailing at the top of his lungs.

"Waaaaah...it hurts...it hurts...don't hit me...waaaah..."

"..."

Bu Jingyun stared at the colossal giant before him, who possessed the immense power to tear apart tigers, leopards, dragons, and elephants, yet whose heart remained only with the naive and innocent mind of a child.

Having experienced the turmoil of the martial arts world and with a heart full of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous, the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow Bu Jingyun also experienced an extremely absurd, desperate, and utterly speechless sense of strange displacement in this deep stone cave.

But the alarm bells of life and death were still ringing wildly in my ears. I must not linger in this death trap where I am on the verge of death.

Taking advantage of the perfect opening in the formation where the massive, mentally incomplete creature was curled up, burying its head, and howling, Bu Jingyun unleashed his full power of wind god energy, suddenly using the momentum to leap forward. His entire figure blurred like a fleeting shadow, splitting in two, and charged straight towards the cold, deep stone gate that was the only way out.

Thunderous sounds erupted from his chest and abdomen, and as he roared to the sky, his palm followed the overwhelming killing intent.

The vast, cloud-piercing palm force, as powerful as a river bursting its banks, was completely unleashed, carrying with it the might and ferocity to sweep across mountains, and slammed heavily onto the lifeless, sealed stone gate of the closed training ground.

"boom!"

The deep, resonant sound that shattered eardrums echoed and boiled intensely within the underground cage. The immense and terrifying kinetic energy of the palm strike raged and spread along the solid walls, causing countless damp pebbles and dry soil to pour down from the seamless gaps above like a torrential downpour.

However, the immense force of the palm strike was like a mud ox entering the sea, only causing the heavy stone door to emit a muffled, silent thud.

The sturdy door, which had barely withstood the powerful palm strike, remained completely still, leaving only a shallow palm mark of about an inch on its moss-covered, cold surface.

Bu Jingyun's heart sank to the bottom.

Ordinary rocks could not withstand his full-force attack. The closed door in front of him must have been forged from some kind of celestial treasure and Netherworld cold iron, making it so solid and indestructible. Even if he used all his current power, he would definitely not be able to forcefully shatter it!

"Looks like we're trapped here..."

The Grim Reaper suddenly lowered his brow and turned around.

A pair of cold, piercing eyes were fixed on the terrifying behemoth that was still wreaking havoc in the sea of ​​bones, and an intense, deep sense of vigilance and killing intent flashed uncontrollably in the depths of his eyes.

The world changes in an instant, and the piercing wail, like a long, mournful dirge from the underworld, came to an abrupt end without warning.

"roar--!!"

The wild giant suddenly raised its massive, overgrown head, and the ignorance and grievance that had been in its hazy eyes instantly transformed into naked, bloodthirsty madness, like a wildfire spreading across the land.

He once again let out a ferocious roar that tore through the heavens from the depths of his chest and abdomen, wielding a monstrous fist that could smash mountains and sever rivers, like a mad dog that had completely lost its rationality, fearlessly charging towards the place where Bu Jingyun stood.

Bu Jingyun's eyelids narrowed slightly, the gaps like knives. His true energy in his dantian surged back like a river flowing backward, and he was about to strike the violent monster in front of him head-on.

"Splash—!!"

Just as the fierce fist wind was about to reach the life-or-death predicament of Bu Jingyun's brow, a series of extremely ear-piercing and extremely mournful sounds of heavy, rough iron colliding and rubbing suddenly rang out in the secluded hell.

The overwhelming, monstrous power of the wild giant abruptly halted at the sound of the metal exploding.

The enormous body seemed to be frozen in place by divine lightning from the heavens. No matter how desperately he struggled and pulled with a ferocious expression, the terrifying iron fist that could split mountains and shatter rocks could not get any closer to him, not even a hair's breadth away. It couldn't even touch a corner of Bu Jingyun's clothes in front of the stone gate.

Bu Jingyun focused his gaze and was shocked to discover that the giant's ankles, which were as thick as the roots of an ancient tree, were tightly gripped by two heavy black iron locks, each as thick as an adult man's arm.

The crimson, rusty chains were deeply embedded in the deepest layers of steel and rock, like two deadly serpents, cruelly and thoroughly suppressing the monster's surrounding killing territory.

"So it was a caged beast that had been locked up."

Bu Jingyun silently scoffed at the situation.

Since this scoundrel was nothing more than a bluffing turtle in a jar, the ever-proud and aloof Bu Jingyun naturally had no intention of wasting his time and energy in this dark and desolate place.

His footwork suddenly shifted unexpectedly, not only failing to retreat from the attack, but instead, like a ghost, he directly attacked the giant's open gate.

With his powerful inner energy surging and roaring, a terrifying "Cloud-Dispelling Palm" containing the might of thunder in the void, carrying an unpredictable force like a tidal wave, slammed head-on into the giant's panicked chest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, mixed with the dull impact of death, echoed and reverberated like thunder in the silent, confined cell.

Even though the giant possessed boundless strength capable of moving mountains and unloading ridges, his fighting style was as flawed and unpredictable as a child's shoving, lacking any subtlety or method.

In contrast, the Grim Reaper Bu Jingyun has been through countless battles since he entered the martial arts world. His Cloud Dispelling Palm technique is unpredictable and ever-changing, with its interplay of illusion and reality making it impossible for anyone to defend against.

In just a few brief exchanges, the already ferocious giant was completely overwhelmed and forced to retreat by the relentless, overwhelming attacks.

The massive body inevitably bore several more deep, bone-revealing palm prints. The intense tearing pain assaulted its mind, causing the giant to clutch its wounds again, wincing and screaming in agony.

"die!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with a murderous intent as if it were a storm of blood and gore, and his body erupted instantly.

Amidst the gasps of surprise, the tall and proud figure in white robes rose into the air like an eagle spreading its wings. A destructive palm strike, condensed with twelve parts true energy, pressed down on the giant's vital point like Mount Tai, determined to crush the persistent giant on the spot and eliminate any future troubles!

The extreme shadow of death loomed over them like an ice cave.

The fierce and bloodthirsty giant, who was just a moment ago, instantly lost all his ferocity and ruthlessness, like morning dew under the scorching sun. In its place was the despair and fear that came from the deepest, most primal marrow of a beast.

In that life-or-death moment, he suddenly clutched his enormous head, cowardly curling into a ball of flesh, and unleashed a deafening, piercing scream from his hoarse, rough throat:

"Dad!! Help me!!!"