I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Duan Lang?! What are you doing here?!"

Juexin's voice sounded particularly shrill in the cold, damp dungeon, revealing an unconcealable terror.

The Central Plains and Japan are separated by thousands of miles of ocean, and this place is the most heavily guarded area of ​​the Wushen Jue Palace. The red-clothed man who appeared out of nowhere was like a thunderbolt that struck suddenly, shattering all his calculations and plans.

However, Duan Lang gave Jue Xin no room to breathe or think.

"Noisy."

As those cold, ruthless words were uttered, the firelight in the dungeon suddenly dimmed.

Duan Lang did not move an inch, but his crimson robe fluttered in the wind like a burst of flame.

An overwhelming and domineering aura poured out, and the air in the small space seemed to be instantly sucked out, becoming extremely heavy.

Juexin felt this sudden, overwhelming aura, but instead of being afraid, a wild, arrogant karmic fire rose in his chest.

How dare that insignificant Duan Lang run rampant in the Wushen Jue Palace!?

Let alone him, even if the world-renowned Bu Jingyun himself came today, he wouldn't be able to escape unscathed!

Juexin's eyes flashed with a fierce light, transforming his arrogance and conceit into a chilling killing intent, and a roar shook the dungeon.

With no reservation, his full power of Yin-cold internal energy surged forth from his dantian.

His palms suddenly flipped and fell, instantly creating a chilling aura of purple and black energy.

"A net of heaven and earth—A demon descends from the sky!"

A gust of wind rose from the palm.

The left hand's palm shadows danced wildly in the sky, and the powerful energy intertwined into an invisible net, directly attacking the four directions of retreat.

A sudden burst of blue light shone from his right palm, and the Asura's killing intent, carrying the force to uproot mountains, descended upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths' Gate of Life.

As the insidious palm winds descended upon him, Duan Lang watched coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding them.

He used both hands simultaneously.

His left palm flipped up, and a bright red light shone from the center. The crimson Fire Scale True Qi, like a wild beast unleashed, forcefully pushed into the impenetrable Heavenly Net Palm.

His right fist clenched suddenly, carrying an extreme heat that could shatter wood and split rocks, and slammed head-on into the heavy, azure light of Asura.

The dull, muffled sounds of clashing energies echoed incessantly between the dungeon walls, like a barrage of cannon fire.

With a series of rapid changes in his movements, Juexin's hands moved swiftly and in a series of strikes, attempting to completely trap and kill his opponent with a continuous stream of insidious palm strikes.

However, the Fire Kirin True Qi was too domineering, and every palm strike was so hot that it burned one's bone marrow.

The net of true energy that Juexin had painstakingly laid out was quickly melted and disintegrated under the scorching flames, just like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

The two exchanged more than ten moves in one go.

Juexin felt as if his arms were being roasted in a furnace, his meridians were sore and painful, and he felt a panic in his heart.

Just when he was about to run out of breath and had no more energy left.

Duan Lang's right fist suddenly transformed from a finger to a palm, and with a flick of his fingertip, he tore open the barely closed defensive line within the palm net.

There was a muffled "bang".

An unstoppable, fiery palm strike cleanly pierced through the icy aura and landed squarely on Juexin's chest.

Struck by this devastating blow, he was struck dumb, and coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

Like a withered leaf in a raging storm, he was thrown uncontrollably backward by the overwhelming force of the palm strike, and finally crashed into the stone wall with a thud.

As spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread outwards, Juexin slid into the rubble like a lump of mud drained of its bones.

He lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, coughing up foul-smelling blood and foam. He could only manage a few gasps from his throat, unable to muster any more strength.

A pair of dim eyes stared intently at Duan Lang, who seemed like a god or demon descended to earth, the arrogance that had once filled his eyes completely shattered.

"How could you possibly be this strong!?"

The chest-splitting palm strike that Duan Lang just delivered was even more terrifying and frightening than the strike from his own father, Jue Wushen, due to the depth of his skill and the domineering nature of his internal energy.

Just then, a chilling, bone-piercing sword intent suddenly filled the entire dungeon.

"roar--!!"

Having already fallen into demonic possession, Nie Feng seemed to be drawn by some kind of energy, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on Duan Lang.

In his remaining subconscious mind, the towering Broken Wave before him was the greatest threat at present!

Sensing its master's killing intent, the Snow Drinking Mad Blade in the hand emitted a shrill blade cry, its cold light chilling and terrifying.

"kill!!"

Nie Feng roared like thunder, holding his long sword firmly with both hands, and with a world-destroying demonic aura, he slashed down at Duan Lang.

Demonic energy crisscrossed the sky, and the sharp, decisive blade sliced ​​through the void, as if it wanted to sever the surrounding mortal world along with its enemies in one fell swoop.

Before the blade even touched the wall, the suffocating, chilling pressure had already extinguished the remaining flames.

Faced with the earth-shattering slash, Duan Lang remained indifferent, a cold, arrogant smile playing on his lips.

"The Demon Blade may be powerful, but it's nothing compared to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he neither dodged nor avoided, but slowly extended his right palm.

Within his palm, crimson fiery true energy circulated ceaselessly, faintly echoing the roar of a Qilin, exuding extreme yang and unparalleled dominance.

"clang--!!"

The clang of metal against metal resounded through the heavens.

The Snow Drinking Saber, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, was held firmly in Duan Lang's hand with his own flesh and blood!

The fiery red true energy and the pitch-black demonic energy collided wildly between his palms and fingers, stirring up layers of air waves that shattered all the surrounding rubble into dust.

No matter how Nie Feng tried to activate his demonic energy, the Snow Drinking Blade remained rooted to the spot, motionless between Duan Lang's fingers.

Juexin witnessed the Demon Blade being suppressed with a single hand, yet his eyes still gleamed with uncontrollable awe and fear.

A violent greed flashed across Duan Lang's face as he suddenly tightened his grip on the blade.

The originally fierce and unparalleled palm fire suddenly reversed, transforming into an extremely yin and evil devouring force.

The surging fiery energy surged wildly along the Snow Drinking Blade.

Nie Feng's body trembled violently, feeling the surging demonic energy within him burst out of control like water overflowing a dam.

The extremely frenzied demonic internal energy was utterly powerless against the domineering red energy, and was forcibly stripped of its meridians, continuously flowing back into Duanlang's dantian.

"Ugh..."

A hoarse, painful groan escaped from his throat.

The lingering black aura surrounding Nie Feng rapidly faded, and the bloodlust in his crimson eyes gradually disappeared. Finally, due to severe depletion of his vital essence, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

With a flick of his wrist, Duan Lang sent the Snow Drinking Saber flying out of his hand, its blade sinking into the hard rock of the dungeon with a clang.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the firelight, savoring the demonic energy he had just refined in his dantian, his arrogant gaze revealing a hint of indifference.

Juexin collapsed amidst the rubble and blood, watching helplessly as the peerless Mad Blood Nie Feng was manipulated at will, his blood nearly freezing in his veins.

The most renowned martial arts master in the Central Plains was as fragile as a three-year-old child in front of Duan Lang, and Duan Lang's terrifying martial arts skills had already revealed a superhuman level that ordinary people could not fathom.

Before the lingering fear in their hearts could subside, even more horrifying scenes followed one after another.

Despite being severely injured, Jue Tian endured the excruciating pain, rolled over, and collapsed heavily at Duan Lang's feet.

His forehead pounded hard against the cold stone slab, his tone filled with suppressed fervor and reverence.

"Your subordinate, Jue Tian, ​​greets your master!"

Yan Ying swayed her serpentine waist and nestled softly against Duan Lang's chest.

Her delicate hands gently caressed her crimson robe, and her eyes, like silk threads, shimmered with a hundred kinds of flattery and ingratiation.

"Lang, if you don't come soon, I'm afraid this unfilial son will terrify me..."

Juexin felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind.

He was so angry that his eyes were wide open, and he almost bit his teeth to pieces.

The young master of the dignified Wushen Jue Palace actually knelt down and fawned in public, while the high and mighty palace mistress was openly cheating on her husband like a prostitute!

So that's how it is!

Juexin let out a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with self-mockery and sternness.

Originally, I thought I had a perfect plan and was advancing step by step, but in the end, I was just a pawn on someone else's chessboard!

The seemingly impregnable Wushen Jue Palace has long since changed.

"It seems you've come to your senses."

Duan Lang looked down at Jue Xin, whose face was ashen, and a cold, slanted smile appeared on his lips.

"Since I am about to die, there is no use in keeping this cultivation."

Duan Lang suddenly raised his crimson robe sleeve and stretched out his right hand several feet away.

A powerful suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The severely injured and paralyzed Jue Xin felt his body involuntarily lifted off the ground, being forcibly pulled over like a rag doll.

The five fingers, like iron-cast eagle claws, gripped Juexin's skull with unerring precision.

The fiery true energy surged wildly between his palms, its scalding heat directly targeting the vital point on his spiritual platform.

"How about I borrow it?"

Before the words were even finished, his five fingers snapped shut like iron clamps.

"Ugh—!!"

The most agonizing screams echoed through the cold, dark dungeon.

Juexin's entire body convulsed violently as if being sieved, and he felt his protective aura disintegrate the moment it came into contact with the red light.

An overwhelming and powerful suction force surged in through the Baihui acupoint, sweeping through the limbs and bones with devastating force.

The cold, yin internal energy he had cultivated for many years, along with his life essence, was uprooted by the Fire Scale True Qi and devoured and plundered like madmen.

The internal energy in his dantian completely collapsed, turning into a surging torrent that swept into Duan Lang's palm.

"No...don't..."

Juexin squeezed out a faint, almost shattered hiss from deep within his throat.

What he saw was only the shock and despair of death closing in step by step.

The once-full flesh shrank and withered rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

His once jet-black hair had become dry and broken inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye it had turned as white as snow.

In just a few breaths.

The eldest son of the Godless One, who had once attempted to usurp the position of overlord, had his last drop of blood and marrow completely drained.

A muffled thud.

Duan Lang loosened his grip slightly.

His emaciated, withered body lay slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.

His two gray, lifeless eyes bulged outwards, his pupils completely unfocused, his eyes wide open in death.

Duan Lang slowly withdrew his right arm, exhaling a breath of hot, stale air with extreme comfort.

A faint crimson light emanated from beneath his body's meridians, as a massive amount of exotic essence was being forcefully cleansed and refined by the Fire Scale's internal force.

"Although it's a bit complicated, it can save me several years of arduous training."

He didn't even spare a glance for the pile of rotten bones on the ground. Instead, he saw his red robes fluttering in the wind as he turned and walked straight out of the cold dungeon, his proud back revealing undisguised arrogance and swagger.

As Yan Ying watched Duan Lang gradually disappear into the distance, her heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly kicked Jue Tian, ​​who was still standing there in a daze.

"Tian'er, what are you standing there for? Quickly help Feng'er up! If Lang keeps waiting, we'll both be in big trouble!"

Jue Tian shuddered violently, enduring the throbbing pain in his lungs as he gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet.

His gaze swept over the gruesome death of his half-brother, and a mixture of vengeful pleasure and deep fear flickered in his eyes.

Without further hesitation, he rushed to Nie Feng's side and lifted his heavy body up.

"Mother, lend a hand."

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Yan Ying dared not delay and hurriedly stepped forward to lift Nie Feng's other arm.

Finally, she even straightened her neat sideburns in the direction the woman in red had gone, her voice so seductive it was almost dripping with water.

"From now on, this Wushen Jue Palace will be Lang's domain, and my daughter and I will have to serve him well."

The mother and son worked together to support the unconscious and demon-possessed Nie Feng, hurrying after Duan Lang's departing direction.

The deep, dark dungeon fell silent once more.

Only a few flickering, dim yellow flames remained, casting a bleak and tragic shadow over the gradually hardening, decaying corpse on the ground.