I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Purple leaves drift down from the depths of the forbidden area.

The fallen leaves touched the ground silently, and the surroundings exuded an eerie and chilling atmosphere.

Deep within the forest, a peculiar structure stands prominently – the Fist Tomb.

This is not an ordinary mound of loess.

A giant iron fist, cast from pure iron, stands over ten zhang tall, majestic and pointing straight to the sky.

The iron fist's surface was covered with mottled, barbed rust, resembling dark red blood that had been frozen for thousands of years, exuding an ancient, sticky, and ferocious aura.

Even more shocking is that a human figure was being held between the enormous iron fingers!

The person who was detained was a burly, bald, strange-looking man.

His bare upper body was bulging with twisted muscles, every inch of his skin and flesh taut as hard as iron.

Nine thick, barbed steel chains pierced through his limbs and vital points.

The other end of the chain was deeply embedded inside the iron fist mechanism, nailing the living person to the ground like a condemned prisoner.

Even with his eyes closed and his life hanging in the balance, dozens of feet away, one could still clearly feel an unyielding, violent, and mad aura emanating from his body.

Once the chains break, it will inevitably lead to a bloodbath that wipes out the entire martial arts world.

Deep within the base of the enormous iron fist, a massive, incomparably heavy iron gate was firmly embedded.

The gate, like a dragon-severing stone, completely sealed off the only entrance to the underground prison.

"The Emperor of the Central Plains is down below."

The man dressed in the black robes of Oni-Kashi Rasenya pointed his finger at the iron gate.

His voice was hoarse and deep, and the bronze beast mask he wore concealed all his facial features.

His upright posture and restrained aura indicated that he was no ordinary guard in the Wushen Palace.

Behind the bronze-masked man stood a cold and aloof figure.

It is none other than "The Uncrying Death God" Bu Jingyun!

Bu Jingyun raised his eyes and coldly swept them over the Fist God above, whose bones were pierced by chains.

A rare, unusual glint flashed across his usually calm eyes.

With his exceptional aura sensing ability, he clearly perceived that within the thick flesh gripped by the giant finger lay an unfathomable and terrifying force.

In terms of pure internal martial arts skills, he is even several times more terrifying than the arrogant and invincible Jue Wushen.

"Open the door."

Bu Jingyun withdrew his gaze, his thin lips parted slightly, and he coldly uttered two words.

The man in the bronze mask shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"This door is forged from century-old cold iron, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, and its mechanism is extremely complex. Without a specially made key, it would be extremely difficult to open. I am only responsible for guiding you; I do not have the key."

After hearing the explanation, Bu Jingyun frowned slightly, then forced out a heavy snort from his nose.

"Get out of the way."

The man in the bronze mask did as he was told, taking three steps back and standing still with his hands behind his back.

It seems that he intends to take this opportunity to test the martial arts prowess of the Central Plains Death God and see if he lives up to his reputation or is just a good-for-nothing with no real skills.

Bu Jingyun lightly touched the ground with his toes and stepped forward.

His right arm extended slowly and casually, with swirling, turbulent clouds of boundless energy emerging from his palm.

Cloud-Dispelling Palm – Parting the Clouds and Embracing the Moon!

"boom!"

A deafening, thunderous explosion resounded from the base of the fist-shaped tomb.

The supposedly indestructible, millennia-old iron gate, under the relentless onslaught of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm Force, twisted and limp like rotten wood.

The internal lock emitted a sickening cracking sound.

Amidst a hail of flying rocks and debris, the thick iron door, several feet in diameter, was pierced open, stirring up a cloud of choking dust.

The bronze-masked man's pupils contracted violently due to extreme shock.

The fleeting contempt had vanished. He silently stepped aside, bowed, and made a "please" gesture with utmost respect, no longer daring to test the waters.

Bu Jingyun didn't even glance at it from the corner of his eye, and strode into the dark and cold passage.

The dark passage was damp, and a few dim oil lamps hanging on the mud wall cast a faint, eerie glow, making the shadows of the two people flicker and sway on the stone wall.

Following the winding stone steps downwards, the lonely, muffled footsteps echoed through the earth's veins until the view suddenly opened up before me.

Deep underground, there was a hidden paradise.

Inside the secret room, brocade and soft silk were spread all over the floor, and bright pearls, like stars surrounding the moon, illuminated the prison cell as bright as day.

In the center of an extremely luxurious and chaotic setting, a soft sandalwood couch lies across the room, accompanied by a sweet and cloying fragrance of cosmetics.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dragon robe lay on his side, holding a luminous cup in his hand. His face was flushed with a ridiculous and self-satisfied air, and his eyes were drowsy and unfocused. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of living a life of debauchery.

His identity is self-evident; he is the nominal supreme ruler of the Central Plains.

Bu Jingyun moved with the speed of the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped across the brocade-covered ground, his cold and iron-like figure already standing three feet in front of the bed.

"Come with me."

His tone was low and somber, each word striking the air like a heavy hammer, causing the surrounding pearls to tremble and echoing endlessly.

Upon hearing the voice, the emperor on the soft couch groggily opened his eyes. When he saw that the person who came was Bu Jingyun, a look of surprise and doubt flashed in his unfocused pupils.

His initial shock was quickly masked by his languid demeanor, and he slumped back onto the soft mattress, looking utterly lost in a drunken stupor, determined to continue his life of debauchery.

"Go? Where to?"

The emperor casually touched the golden goblet, slowly let out a slightly sour burp, his tone filled with decadent indifference.

"I'm perfectly fine here, with wine, meat, and Japanese specialties. Why should I leave?"

Bu Jingyun's thick, dark eyebrows furrowed tightly as he suppressed his anger, his voice growing increasingly cold.

"I've come to rescue you and bring you back to the Central Plains."

"Back to the Central Plains?"

The emperor chuckled, his swollen, red face revealing an undisguised disdain and boredom.

"What's the point of going back? All day long reviewing memorials and having to put up with that eunuch Cao's wrath! Where's the joy in this place? Here, I am the true emperor!"

"you……"

Bu Jingyun's eyes were already faintly surging with the power of the Cloud-Piercing Force, and he was about to unleash it.

At that moment, a hidden door deep within the secret room quietly opened, and several soft, almost bone-crushing calls drifted out.

Four or five Japanese women dressed in brightly colored kimonos with low necklines swayed out, each with a slender waist, and fluttered towards the soft couch like butterflies among flowers.

Some massaged shoulders and fed wine, while others offered flirtatious gestures, employing every possible means of seduction in the gentle embrace of the world. In an instant, the room was filled with fragrance, and the decadent atmosphere was so thick that it was impossible to dispel.

"Oh dear, my beauties have arrived..."

The emperor was overjoyed. He grabbed the two beauties with his large, outrageous hands and pulled them tightly into his arms, then began to kiss their fair faces passionately.

Amidst the stench of alcohol, where was even a trace of the majesty of a monarch revered by all?

He turned to look at the black-clad Grim Reaper, and waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

"Bu Jingyun, you'd better leave now. Don't get in my way and interfere with my business! I'm so happy here, I don't want to go back!"

"..."

Bu Jingyun's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and an uncontrollable killing intent surged into his head, causing the surrounding air to churn violently due to this chilling aura.

The puppet before me, utterly useless and incompetent, is actually the renowned Supreme Ruler of the Central Plains?

He was the ruler of the country whom countless martial arts heroes rushed to rescue, even at the cost of their lives in the Wushen Jue Palace.

For the sake of a few Japanese vixens, they were willing to abandon their ancestral heritage and the well-being of the people as if they were nothing.

Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with murderous intent, wishing he could unleash a powerful palm strike on the spot and smash this piece of trash into the pile of brocade.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging anger, and spoke coldly:

"You are the ruler of a nation, how can you so degenerate? Come with me!"

As he spoke, he reached out with his right arm and tried to forcibly lift the emperor off the soft couch.

"Don't touch me!"

The emperor abruptly shook off Bu Jingyun's hand and, fueled by the alcohol, roared out.

"What use is taking me back? Huh? That old scoundrel Jue Wushen already crippled my martial arts! I'm a useless cripple now! Do you understand what a useless cripple is?!"

He pointed to his dantian and laughed bitterly:

"I don't even have the strength to crush an ant now. Going back would just make me a puppet to be manipulated! I'd rather die here; at least I'd have fine wine and beautiful women by my side before I die... Get out! All of you, get out!"

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun's hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, trembled violently.

Is it ruined?

No wonder the emperor was so dejected; it turned out that his family's imperial fist skills had long been ruthlessly destroyed by Jue Wushen.

Having lost his martial arts skills, he became completely obsessed with the imagined power and beauty of the underground, and even his last bit of fighting spirit was gone.

What use would it be to save the so-called supreme ruler of the Central Plains?

"snort!"

Bu Jingyun forced a cold snort out from his nose, then abruptly flung his crimson cloak, his movements resolute and arrogant.

"Since you wish to die here, then so be it!"

After speaking, Bu Jingyun didn't spare a single glance, and strode away without looking back, his handsome figure instantly disappearing into the deathly silence of the deep passageway.

Behind him, the emperor's absurd and unrestrained laughter mingled with the soft, delicate moans of the Japanese woman once again.

At this moment, in this quiet and deathly dungeon, the voices sounded particularly jarring and absurd.

"Hahahaha! Bu Jingyun, what do you know? I'm conquering Japan indirectly! As long as I sleep with all the women in Japan and let my descendants multiply here, Japan will eventually be my domain! Hahahaha..."

Back on the ground, the purple-leaved forest remained gloomy and desolate.

The enormous iron fist appeared even more ferocious and terrifying under the pale moonlight.

Bu Jingyun did not leave immediately, but stopped and looked up to examine the figure being held tightly by the giant finger—the Fist God.

His gaze was unfathomable, as if he could see through the layers of chains to perceive the lurking, violent power.

It also seems that they are trying to comprehend some supreme martial arts mystery through this.

"Bu Jingyun, hurry up and go."

Seeing this, the masked man standing to the side urged him repeatedly in a hoarse voice.

"If our whereabouts are discovered by the forces of Godless, neither of us will be able to escape."

Bu Jingyun withdrew his gaze, glanced one last time at the steel chains humming and trembling in the night wind, and suddenly leaped into the air like a roc spreading its wings.

He vanished into the depths of the night in an instant amidst the lingering shadows of the falling purple leaves.

The masked man remained silent, his figure flashing as he followed closely behind like a phantom into the dense forest.

Their presence quickly dissipated into the darkness.