I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The mournful screams, like the mournful wind and bitter rain, had barely faded from the depths of the empty, deathly silent chamber when a sudden change occurred.

"Boom—!!"

Without warning, the entire burial ground erupted in a violent tremor, like a landslide.

Countless sharp stones crumbled from the dark, shaky rock above, and the once mountainous sea of ​​pale skulls was thrown into chaos as if by a raging tidal wave, tumbling and rolling into a white expanse amidst a chilling crash.

An extremely terrifying aura, capable of freezing the souls and spirits of ordinary people, suddenly opened its eyes, as if an ancient evil spirit that had been sleeping in the depths of the abyss had suddenly opened its eyes. In a tyrannical and unreasonable manner, it forcefully pierced through the solid and thick stone wall that had stood for many years, and exploded outwards from the direction of the "Fist Tomb," the deepest part of the forest, in the direction of the abyss of death.

"roar--!!"

Even the thunder from the heavens was no match for this; a roar a thousand times more ferocious than that of a primordial beast erupted wildly through the deep tunnel.

The powerful sonic waves caused Bu Jingyun's ears to ring and he to feel intense pain, and the blood and qi in his limbs and bones surged like boiling water.

"Who goes there?! How dare they bully my beloved son?!"

Accompanied by a piercing howl that seemed to shatter gold and split rocks, a palpable, brutal killing intent swept in like a black storm from the Western Regions, instantly filling every inch of air in the vast dungeon chamber to the point of suffocation.

"What a terrifying aura!"

For the first time, Bu Jingyun's usually calm demeanor changed drastically, as if a powerful pressure, enough to crush steel bones, was pressing down on him.

Under the pressure of this terrifying aura, the ever-flowing Dispelling Clouds True Qi within the Uncrying Death God's body unexpectedly developed a viscous, stagnant feeling, like wading through a quagmire. A storm raged within his heart.

"This aura... is several times stronger than that of Absolute God! Could this person be the... Fist God that the Emperor spoke of?!"

Before he could even sort out his myriad thoughts, the turbid, violent, and indiscriminate killing intent deep within the forest had already locked onto Bu Jingyun's sharp and unsettling remarks from afar, like a leech clinging to a bone.

The overwhelming force instantly made him feel as if he had fallen into a dark, icy abyss, and his entire body was momentarily paralyzed with cold, lifelessness.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment when life and death hung in the balance, the tens of thousands of pounds of stone door that had been stubbornly sealed behind them suddenly emitted a series of dull, grinding sounds as it slowly opened wide to both sides.

A sudden, chilling ray of light pierced through the air like a sharp sword, shattering the heavy, oppressive atmosphere of death within the secret chamber.

Bu Jingyun felt the oppressive force above his head suddenly vanish, and he abruptly gathered his strength, turned around, and stared intently at the scene.

At the end of the pale beam of light stood a sinister figure clad in black robes, wielding a sword. Beneath the shadow of his veil, a pair of eyes gleamed with a cold, hawk-like light, firmly fixed on his blood-stained face.

"Bu Jingyun, come out."

The black-robed Ghost Cha Luo spoke with a thunderous voice, unhesitatingly revealing his reputation as the Uncrying God of Death.

Bu Jingyun was struck dumb, and his deep pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinprick.

"Who are you?"

Bu Jingyun's cold, sharp voice carried an unyielding, deadly chill.

Every inch of his meridians and muscles instantly tensed into a fully drawn bow, his hidden power ready to be unleashed. The slightest disturbance would be enough to decapitate his opponent.

However, the black-robed ghost demon Luo seemed oblivious to the threat of life and death, not even bothering to waste a single word, and simply turned and disappeared into the shadows.

Bu Jingyun's long, narrow eyes swept meaningfully over the terrifying darkness behind him, which seemed as deep and unfathomable as a man-eating beast. Then his gaze returned to the black-robed figure walking further and further away, and an uncontrollable glint of decisive brilliance flashed in his sharp eyes.

"Hmph, this place is not safe to stay for long."

He suppressed his astonishment without the slightest hesitation. His tall and solitary figure flickered briefly in the dim light before he strode out of the eerie and unpredictable prison of bones.

The Wushen Jue Palace contains an extremely vicious dungeon used for torture and forced confessions.

Because it was never dark, the prison was so damp and suffocating that water would freeze instantly. Every breath was filled with a thick, nauseating stench of old blood and musty, moldy odor.

In the very center of the dark dungeon stood a towering, oppressive gallows-like contraption.

As the heavy impeller slowly and alternately churned under the mechanism, the rusty ironwood continuously emitted a mournful "crunching" sound that made one's teeth ache.

On the ground directly below the windmill, there was a huge, wide-bellied iron pot, large enough to cook a person alive.

At this moment, the bottom of the pot was burning red and shiny from the raging fire, and a pot of thick, golden oil was boiling wildly with dense bubbles, filling the room with acrid, pungent heat and smoke.

At the height of the fire, a man with long hair covering his face, already unconscious, was being bound hand and foot and tightly restrained to the blades of a giant windmill, a torture device, using the most skillful techniques.

As the impeller churned and spun, the man's limp, drooping body circled in the air, narrowly missing the scalding hot oil. His flesh was just a hair's breadth away from falling into the frying pan; a slight misstep would result in him being fried to a pulp and dying a gruesome death.

This person is none other than the world-renowned Demonic Nie Feng!

For some unknown reason, they were imprisoned here in this bloody inferno as if they were wild animals.

A burly demon stood casually beside a pot of boiling oil, holding a long, barbed whip soaked in salt water.

This fellow's eyes were filled with a twisted, sinister grin, like a cat-and-mouse game, as he stared intently at the unconscious master, seemingly patiently waiting for his prey to fall into the tumultuous, grueling finale of his torture feast.

A series of slightly hurried, light footsteps abruptly broke the thick, deathly silence deep within the dungeon.

Upon hearing the sound, Guichaluo, who was holding a whip, suddenly turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful woman, still possessing a captivating charm, quickly walking out of the dark passageway.

The newcomer had a charming and graceful face. Although the years had etched some undeniable marks of time around her eyes, they could not conceal her alluring and captivating beauty that could bring ruin to a country.

"Mistress... Mistress?!"

When Gui Chaluo saw the newcomer's face clearly, his previously fierce expression froze. The deep-seated sense of hierarchy made him hastily suppress his menacing demeanor and bow in apprehension.

"Your subordinate greets Madam... How did you end up in the torture chamber?"

Yan Ying never even glanced at her humble subordinates.

Her long, clear eyes looked straight over the brazier and fixed on Nie Feng, who was tightly bound to the windmill torture device.

His eyes, darting about, concealed countless unspoken thoughts of the past, but ultimately, they all hardened into a cold, imposing aura as he rebuked the whip-wielding servant without turning his head:

"You can go out now; I have something else to ask him."

"But……"

Guichaluo's face was covered in a cold sweat of embarrassment.

He was a loyal follower of Prince Juexin, and was ordered to keep a close watch on the important criminals.

The beautiful woman standing before him was, after all, the palace master's favorite in bed and the biological mother of the young master of Jue Tian. Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he would not dare to openly disobey her.

"What? You dare disobey me?!"

Yan Ying's eyebrows suddenly shot up, her long-held authority mixed with an undeniable, sharp killing intent, as she shouted angrily at him.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!" Gui Chaluo weighed the situation in his mind, deciding that a woman without martial arts skills couldn't cause any trouble, so he bowed and said.

"This subordinate takes his leave. If the mistress has any instructions, please summon me at any time."

Having said that, he left the dungeon.

Inside the dungeon, only Yan Ying and the unconscious Nie Feng remained.

Yan Ying slowly walked to the windmill, looking at the face that resembled her own, and a mix of emotions welled up in her heart.

Guilt?

miss?

Or... indifference?

She reached out her trembling hand, wanting to touch Nie Feng's cheek, but stopped in mid-air.

Just then, Nie Feng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. They were empty, cold eyes, devoid of any emotion, with a strange red light faintly emanating from his left eye.

"Feng'er..." Yan Ying called softly, her voice trembling.

"Do you... still recognize your mother?"

Nie Feng didn't react at all, just stared at her coldly, as if he were looking at a stranger, or as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from outside the dungeon, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The ghost demon Luo didn't even have time to scream before he died.

A figure strode in, his face cold and his eyes like lightning—it was Jue Tian!

"Tian'er, you've come."

When Yan Ying saw the person's appearance clearly, there was no surprise on her beautiful face. Instead, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Jue Tian nodded slightly, his face as calm as still water, without wasting any more words.

He strode straight to the meat grinder with lightning speed, and with a flick of his wrist, he thrust out the long knife in his hand and delivered a sharp, diagonal slash into the air.

"brush!"

The chilling blade flashed and disappeared like a bolt of lightning, and the heavy iron chains tightly binding Nie Feng's body snapped on the spot.

Nie Feng, now without support, slumped down from the windmill above. Jue Tian, ​​with a cold face, reached out with one arm and caught him in mid-air, securing him without causing any injury, and gently placed him on the damp, muddy ground.

At the very instant Nie Feng's feet touched the ground.

"Buzz—"

A deafeningly piercing sound, capable of tearing eardrums, suddenly erupted in the deathly silent dungeon.

On the weapon rack several feet away, the Bloodthirsty Blade, which had been confiscated as a trophy and put away, seemed to sense the call of its former master. The blade began to tremble violently and mournfully out of control.

Immediately afterwards, the divine weapon broke free from its cage and transformed into a streak of blood-red light that tore through the darkness. With lightning speed, it shot across the void and landed steadily back in Nie Feng's palm!

With the treasured sword in hand, boundless demonic power surged forth instantly!

boom!

A terrifying, overwhelming aura, almost capable of overturning the prison of heaven and earth, erupted from Nie Feng's body like a volcanic eruption, sweeping and engulfing the entire vast dungeon in a single breath.

His originally weak and empty eyes were suddenly ignited by karmic fire, turning into a frenzied madness, and his distinctive crimson eyes shot out a terrifying blood-red light.

"kill!!"

A harsh, savage roar, like that of a wild beast, was forced out from the depths of Nie Feng's parched throat.

In his mind, which was deeply possessed by demons, there was no longer any distinction between friend and foe. He gripped the Blood Drinker Blade tightly with his five fingers and, with a backhand, delivered a merciless and ruthless slash to his birth mother, Yan Ying, who was standing close at hand!

"what!"

Faced with such an irrational and terrifying ordeal, Yan Ying was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, her face pale, and let out a terrified scream.

"Mother! Watch out!"

Jue Tian's cold expression changed drastically with shock. Blood ties forced him to act without a moment's hesitation. His figure moved like an arrow, instinctively flashing across the sky to block his birth mother.

In his haste, he frantically channeled all his inner strength, and wisps of deathly black energy instantly swirled around his fist. Gritting his teeth, he fiercely punched the devastating Blood Drinker Blade.

"God-Slaying Fist!"

The technique he used was the unique skill that Jiang Chen had passed down to him.

Although Jue Tian's cultivation period was extremely short and he had not yet fully grasped the basics, the power of this unparalleled fist technique was already earth-shattering and extraordinary once unleashed.

"clang!!"

Bare-handed fists clashed with peerless divine weapons in mid-air, unleashing a terrifying roar that shattered gold and split rocks.

The violent and unparalleled torrent of energy, like a tornado, swept outwards and dispersed, shattering all the hard torture instruments within a radius of dozens of feet in the dungeon into wood chips and dust.

The massive, wide-bellied cauldron of boiling oil was overturned on the spot by the recoil, and the scalding, merciless oil splashed everywhere. It ignited upon contact with fire and in the blink of an eye, a raging inferno of karmic fire spread deep within the underground palace.

"puff!"

Jue Tian felt an overwhelming, destructive force pouring down along the blade, as if his entire body had been struck by a massive hammer.

The body flew backward uncontrollably like a broken kite, finally crashing heavily back against the cold, hard stone wall behind it.

"Boom!"

He smashed a deep crater into the sturdy wall built of some kind of stubborn rock with his own flesh and blood, and countless sharp stones flew and scattered like a rainstorm.

"Cough cough..."

Completely losing his strength, Jue Tian slumped to the ground along the crack in the wall, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

His eyes, which were trembling violently, were filled with disbelief, shock and horror. Such power was far too terrifying!

Is this the legendary, unparalleled cultivation level of the God of Wind after he completely succumbed to demonic possession?!

"Wind! Sky!"

Yan Ying knelt before this carnage of fratricide, her eyes bloodshot with rage, her heart feeling as if it were being torn apart by a thousand knives.

The two people fighting before her were, one was her child born to her former husband, and the other was the beloved son of her new master, whom she had given herself to.

The palms and backs of their hands are their own flesh and blood, whom they cannot bear to part with, yet now they are engaged in a life-or-death struggle to slaughter each other in this dark and sunless dungeon!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A sharp, jarring clapping sound drifted leisurely from the dungeon's stone entrance, accompanied by an equally grating, mocking tone:

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

Following the firelight, one could see Juexin, who had been holding back for a long time, slowly strolling in with a gloomy and mocking expression on his face.

His gaze swept down over the disheveled Jue Tian, ​​coughing up blood, and the panicked Yan Ying, who had collapsed into the mud. An uncontrollable, twisted, cruel smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"What a loving family... Hahaha!"

"Yan Ying, weren't you moved to see your two sons killing each other? This is the grand performance I specially prepared for you. What do you think? Do you like it?"

It turns out that the mastermind behind the whole turmoil was Jue Xin's vicious scheme!

He deliberately poisoned and drugged Nie Feng, who was famous throughout the land, in order to lure Jue Tian and his mother to come urgently to rescue him. His purpose was to force the two flesh and blood to turn against each other in the dark and secret death cell, so that he could reap the benefits without bloodshed!

"Juexin, do you really think you've got this in the bag?"

Jue Tian clutched his chest, which was throbbing with excruciating pain, with one hand.

Although blood still dripped from the corners of his lips, an eerie and chilling smile appeared on his pale face.

He met his elder brother's calculating and sarcastic gaze, but instead of anger, his eyes were filled with a chilling mockery, as if he were looking at a clown.

"Oh? Foolish little brother, still stubborn even when death is imminent?" Juexin shrugged his broad shoulders arrogantly, responding with utter disdain.

"Anyway, after tonight, the Wushen Jue Palace will belong to me, Juexin."

Jue Xin seemed to suddenly realize some deepest hidden danger, and his previously arrogant gaze instantly transformed into two poisoned daggers, fixed menacingly on Jue Tian's blood-stained face:

"Oh, and that old man... With all this commotion in the palace, he hasn't even shown up. Tell me, is he dead?"

Jue Tian casually raised the back of his hand to wipe away the glaring blood that kept overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and replied coldly:

"That's right, he died at sea, and his body was never found!"

"Hahaha! Good riddance! Good riddance!"

Upon hearing this, Juexin's long-tense nerves seemed to be instantly released from their shackles, and he roared to the sky, bursting into unrestrained, wild laughter.

The deafening laughter was filled with the cathartic joy of finally getting revenge after years of pent-up resentment.

"Now that that old guy is dead, I have no more worries."

The maniacal laughter abruptly ceased. Jue Xin abruptly tightened his contorted face, his icy, viper-like eyes locking onto the heavily injured and collapsed Jue Tian.

"Jue Tian, ​​since Nie Feng failed to kill you, I, as your elder brother, will personally send you on your way!"

Before he finished speaking, Juexin was already surging with an unreserved and fierce killing intent. He moved his feet and took a step forward, about to unleash his Thunderous Poison Hand to completely send away his seriously injured brothers who were hindering his hegemony.

However, just at that critical moment when life and death were decided, a light, seemingly effortless yet clear and resonant magnetic voice suddenly and abruptly rang out behind Juexin:

"Excuse me, may I bother you?"

Juexin's surging, roaring bloodthirsty killing intent instantly froze as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He turned around abruptly like a startled bird, only to see a tall, slender, and aloof figure who had silently appeared at the dungeon entrance, arms crossed, watching the situation with a detached, amused gaze.

The newcomer had an extraordinary air about him, dressed in fiery red, with a long, ancient sword wrapped tightly in burlap strapped to his back.

His entire being seemed unbound by any rules or laws, exuding an endless, chilling yet captivating aura of wicked charm and unparalleled arrogance.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Duan Lang's lips curled up in a subtle, wicked smile, revealing a set of pale teeth that looked chillingly sinister in the dimly lit cell.

"Juexin, your act is over, it's time to go offline."