I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The Palace of No Gods, the Hall of Eternal Life.

The magnificent hall, which once symbolized the supreme power of God, is now enveloped in a deep and chilling atmosphere. Even the wind chimes on the eaves seem to be silent in fear of the coldness inside the hall.

Jue Tian sat upright on the spacious, cold dragon throne, his pale face revealing a sickly excitement and ruthlessness.

Although a fresh wound still throbbed faintly on his chest, a mad and burning light ignited in the depths of his eyes, like a lone wolf that had caught the scent of blood in a deep forest.

Juexin was dead, all his vital essence was gone, and his body had long since turned into a dried corpse that looked like rotten wood.

Such earth-shattering news was kept tightly under wraps, and no one in the entire palace knew anything about it except for a very few confidants.

Looking around, the once all-powerful Wushen Jue Palace is now a mess, with a turbulent undercurrent that could devour everything lurking beneath its seemingly calm surface.

The elite troops who once followed Jue Wushen on his expedition to the Central Plains have long since perished in foreign lands like candles flickering in the wind. The remaining soldiers and generals of Jue Wushen's lineage who are now guarding the palace are nothing more than a group of leaderless, defeated and broken soldiers.

What truly troubled Jue Tian was his beloved elder brother—the remnant of Jue Xin's carefully cultivated faction.

Although Juexin is dead and his soul has been destroyed, he still has two top experts, "Juedi" and "Tianxing", under his command, and he also controls a large number of Ghost Chaluo elites who are not afraid of death.

If word gets out that their master has died suddenly, the assassins will surely launch a desperate counterattack.

Furthermore, countless spies and undercover agents with ulterior motives lurk within the palace walls, creating a complex and treacherous situation that resembles an invisible net, tightly gripping the throat.

Beneath the vast and empty hall, dozens of heavily armored Ghost Chakra leaders knelt in a dark, imposing mass.

Those kneeling below were all loyal and ruthless men whom Jue Tian had secretly cultivated over many years, waiting only for his master's command to transform them into the sharpest butcher's knife in his hand.

"Tonight is the time for cleansing!"

Jue Tian's fingertips slowly caressed the hard, cold, golden-carved armrests of the dragon throne. His chilling tone, like the waters of the deepest hell, echoed through the empty hall's dome.

"Send the order to seal off the entire palace; entry is permitted, but exit is not."

Before he could finish speaking, a bloodthirsty crimson light suddenly flashed in his eyes, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he abruptly clenched his fingers.

"The remnants of the Absolute Heart faction and the Absolute God faction... all must be killed without exception! Leave no one alive!"

"Yes, Palace Master!"

The leaders responded with a thunderous roar, their voices echoing like rolling thunder as they accepted the order. In an instant, a terrifying aura burst through the dome of the main hall, reaching straight into the night sky.

As dusk settles, the Godless Palace is destined to be completely washed away by a rain of blood.

Deep within the Purple Leaf Forest, in a secluded and dark house, Manager Guicha Luo sat calmly on a large rosewood chair.

As Juexin's trusted confidant planted here, his duty was to keep a close watch on the slightest movement of every blade of grass and tree around him.

The noise outside, however, did not subside; on the contrary, it seemed to be getting even louder.

The flames soaring into the sky illuminated the paper windows, which were as thin as cicada wings, making them flicker. The mottled, crimson flames danced wildly on the walls like ghosts.

"What happened?"

A sudden, indescribable shock surged through the supervisor's heart. He abruptly stood up, and without hesitation, flung open the heavy, carved wooden door and strode into the night wind.

Looking up, the distant horizon was licked red by the fierce flames, and the endless shouts and roars of battle rose and fell like a raging tide.

The once majestic fortress, with its strict laws that even birds could not easily cross, has in the blink of an eye descended into a chaotic and murderous frenzy, like a living hell.

"Could someone be attacking the Wushen Jue Palace? Why didn't Young Master Juexin give any orders?"

He stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the endless flames of the burning city, his face full of confusion and bewilderment, his mind a jumbled mess, completely unable to fathom what earth-shattering changes were hidden beneath the cover of night.

In the blink of an eye, a tall, slender shadow silently clung to his back, like a restless, vengeful spirit stripped from the depths of hell, utterly devoid of life.

The supervisor felt a chill run down his spine, instinctively sensing a deadly sense of unease.

However, before he could even twist his stiff neck to turn around and see what was going on, a huge, cold, icy handprint had already gripped his skull like an iron hoop.

"Snap!"

The five fingers, like barbs forged from refined steel, easily pierced the thick scalp and wedged themselves into the white skull.

"Uh...ah..."

The supervisor's body suddenly convulsed violently as if struck by lightning, veins bulging on his forehead and eyes bulging out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to unleash a desperate scream, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with a handful of waterlogged sand, and he could only let out a hoarse, broken groan like a broken bellows.

Extreme terror gnawed at his remaining reason like a venomous snake. He clearly and helplessly felt that the pure internal energy he had cultivated for decades, which he could control like an extension of his own arm, was now flowing uncontrollably down the top of his head like a burst dam. In the blink of an eye, it was completely swallowed up by the cold hand above his head, leaving not a trace.

As life force rapidly diminished, the supervisor's body withered and shrank at a visible speed, like a withered vine that had been drained of moisture, turning into a rotten, dried-up corpse with skin covering bones in the blink of an eye.

"Bang."

The shriveled corpse collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of murky dust on the fire-lit bluestone slabs.

The tall figure slowly withdrew his right palm. The raging sea of ​​fire stretched his proud profile into an extremely long and faint shadow, revealing a handsome face that exuded seven parts evil and three parts wildness, appearing particularly fierce in the interplay of light and shadow.

Dozens of miles away from the island where the Godless Palace is located, a huge ship resembling a floating palace is silently moored on the fog-shrouded waves.

Inside the elegant and quiet room, boiling water bubbled in a purple clay teapot, releasing waves of bitter yet refreshing tea aroma.

The Japanese Emperor sat facing the nameless man, contemplating the game. On the small kaya wood chessboard, the black and white pieces resembled two armies locked in battle, exuding a palpable sense of impending conflict.

"clatter."

The Emperor deftly picked up a round black stone with two fingers and calmly placed it into a star position in the formation.

Just as the black piece landed, two very light but very rhythmic knocks came from outside the tightly closed paper door, which was then pulled open from the outside.

A burly man dressed in a blood-red Japanese samurai outfit, with a katana at his waist, strode across the threshold and into the room.

Closely following behind was Bu Jingyun, the "Uncrying Death God," dressed in black and enveloped in a chilling aura and overwhelming ferocity.

"Your Majesty." Fire Wolf knelt heavily on one knee, not daring to raise his head even slightly, his voice so heavy it seemed to drip water.

"The Palace of No Gods... is in chaos."

"Is it a mess?"

The Emperor's withered fingers, which were holding the next Go piece, paused almost imperceptibly. A fleeting look of surprise flashed across his weathered eyes.

"The scheme I devised was clearly planned to have secret agents set fires and create chaos three days later. Why has chaos erupted so suddenly and without warning?"

The old man, though aged, was incredibly shrewd. His eyes darted around in their sockets, and in an instant, he deduced more than a dozen possible underlying reasons for the collapse of his theory. In the end, he firmly pinned all his doubts on the most unbelievable guess.

"Unless... there is no god left."

A fortress that seems impregnable for centuries will only crumble and disintegrate from its rotten roots if its strongest supporting pillar is removed.

Bu Jingyun clearly had no interest in paying attention to the Japanese Emperor's sinister speculation. He coldly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a sword fixed on Wuming:

"That tyrant's martial arts skills have been crippled, and now he is addicted to wine and women, refusing to leave."

Upon hearing these heartless words, Wuming's two sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly without him even noticing.

His slender fingers held a smooth, jade-like white chess piece suspended in mid-air, unable to find a way to land.

After a long while, he exhaled a long breath and casually tossed the chess piece back into the chess jar.

"The emperor is, after all, the ruler of a country, and his fate is related to the stability of the Central Plains."

"Even if he loses all his martial arts skills, we cannot let him wander outside and be manipulated by the Japanese."

Wuming used the table for leverage to stand up. His worn-out blue robe fluttered without wind, and he exuded an aura of righteous indignation that seemed to cleanse him of all grime.

"The Wushen Jue Palace is in chaos; this is a golden opportunity. Jingyun, Guihu, come with me and forcibly take him back."

"Yes."

From the shadows in the corner, Ghost Tiger, as silent as a ghost, slowly emerged, following closely behind Nameless like two inseparable, cold shadows, as he and Bu Jingyun stepped out of the ship's cabin and disappeared into the vast, desolate sea fog.

In no time, the small boat had already broken through the waves and sped towards the distant island where flames were blazing.

Only when the small boat was completely submerged in the churning night sea did the Emperor's stunned surprise gradually dissipate like melting snow, eventually giving way to a chilling, profound smile.

"Let it be chaotic, the more chaotic the better."

He took another black chess piece from the sandalwood chess jar and gently slapped it onto the corner of the chessboard.

"Once Wushen is dead, my goal will be achieved. As for what surname Wushen Juegong will ultimately bear, what does that have to do with me?"

He slowly picked up the still-warm earthenware teacup beside him and took a sip.

"Fire Wolf".

"Your subordinate is here."

"Any news from Juexin's side?"

Fire Wolf lowered his head deeply, his back ramrod straight:

"Your Majesty, there is still no news."

The Emperor narrowed his old, hawk-like eyes slightly, casting his deep, unfathomable gaze out the window at the night sky, stained crimson with the distant flames of war. A low, almost inaudible murmur drifted through the empty room:

"Juexin... I hope you won't disappoint me."

The desolate night sky over the sea was now completely illuminated by towering flames, and within the once impregnable Wushen Palace, the incessant, earth-shattering sounds of battle seemed to tear the heavens apart. The intense stench of blood mixed with the stench of burning corpses spread wildly across the entire island on the chilling night wind, making one want to vomit.

Three afterimages, like shooting stars streaking across the sky, swept past the edge of the chaotic, fiery battlefield.

The nameless figure in the lead, dressed in a blue robe, moved like a catkin in the wind, his toes barely touching the ground, yet untouched by any worldly dust. His deep eyes revealed an ancient desolation filled with compassion for all humanity.

Bu Jingyun and Gui Hu followed closely behind like shadows. The three of them moved with extreme speed, and in just a few leaps, they had already pierced through the layers of fire nets, heading straight for the Fist Tomb deep in the Purple Leaf Forest where the emperor was imprisoned.

All that could be seen and heard along the way were mountains of severed limbs and rivers of blinding hot blood.

The horrific scene, resembling the depths of hell, caused even the seasoned Ghost Tiger, accustomed to life and death, to furrow his brow in deep sorrow.

"It seems something has happened within the Godless Palace, to the point of infighting!"

Ghost Tiger suppressed the stench of blood surrounding him and murmured in a low voice.

Wuming remained silent, his plain face growing increasingly solemn, but his footwork suddenly quickened by three points.

Deep within the Purple Leaf Forest, a violent killing intent soared straight to the heavens!

Thousands of demon warriors wielding frost-covered blades surrounded a mere few hundred wounded and defeated soldiers in the center of the dense forest, forming an impenetrable fortress.

Trapped at the core of the terrifying blade array were Jue Xin's two right-hand men—Jue Di and Tian Xing, two top experts.

By this moment, the two of them were covered in blood, with deep knife wounds of all sizes that revealed the bone. They could only lean back against each other, breathing heavily, looking like two trapped beasts driven to the brink of despair.

"Young Master Jue Tian! You've gone mad!!"

The steel longsword in Jedi's hand had already been badly chipped and worn down by the frenzied hacking.

He glared with bloodshot eyes and roared hoarsely at his enemies outside the formation.

"Once Young Master Juexin finds out what happened here, you will all die!!"

At the outermost edge of the encirclement, a leader merely gave a cruel sneer upon hearing this, and suddenly waved his command flag, adorned with a ghastly white skull, forward:

"The Palace Master has ordered the complete eradication of all of Xin's followers—leave no one alive! Kill!"

"kill!!"

Thousands of demonic leeches, like bloodthirsty leeches, roared in unison like thunder.

In an instant, the forest of blades was like snow, and the layers upon layers of killing intent were like a black tidal wave bursting its banks, crashing down on the remaining soldiers in the center like a tidal wave.

Just as a brutal massacre seemed inevitable, a gentle breeze suddenly arose without warning amidst the bleak wind.

A figure in a blue robe, seemingly blending into the night, glided in with the wind, moving silently and effortlessly past the array of sharp blades, disappearing into the impenetrable iron barrel encirclement.

Dozens of vanguard warriors charging at the forefront, their swords raised high above their heads, were about to cleave their prey's heads in two, but as if possessed, they froze in mid-air.

Simply because a slender, warm, and jade-like hand had casually placed itself on their shoulder in the blink of an eye, or lightly struck their vital point in the back.

To outsiders, the movements of that hand appeared as slow and elegant as autumn water, but in reality, they were faster than ghostly lightning, weaving through the dense array of sword flashes and shadows, leaving behind a series of lingering afterimages.

"Well……"

Dozens of burly bodies trembled violently as if struck by lightning, their eyes wide with horror, unable to utter a sound.

They were horrified to discover that the profound true energy they had painstakingly cultivated in their dantian and dantian was flowing outwards like a river overflowing its banks, completely out of control of their meridians. In the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by the elusive blue phantom!

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!

The ocean embraces all rivers; its vastness lies in its inclusiveness.

This supreme martial art, which carries the highest mysteries of martial arts legend, can not only make all swords in the world bow down in submission, but also absorb and transform the energy of all things in the blink of an eye, and turn it into one's own power!

The nameless figure moved like a dragon, and the huge battle formation seemed to be nothing to him.

Wherever the green robe fluttered, the surrounding murderous Ghost Cha Luos collapsed to the ground in droves, like wheat being harvested.

The nameless man, being kind-hearted, did not kill them, but the men's muscles and bones had been ripped out of their bodies, leaving them as limp as mud, unable to hold onto their weapons.

In a brief moment, the originally impenetrable killing formation inexplicably collapsed into a pile of wailing cripples.

Those ghosts who were fortunate enough to escape the attack were terrified by this unpredictable and supernatural method.

Their hands, gripping the knife handles tightly, trembled violently uncontrollably, their heels buckling backward, wishing they had been born with two more legs.

Jedi and Tianxing had already prepared to close their eyes and wait for death, but they were stunned by the extremely bizarre scene before them. A bone-chilling coldness ran from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

"It's Nameless! The martial arts legend, Nameless!!"

Tianxing, with his sharper eyes, used the flickering firelight to make out the compassionate face before him. He felt as if struck by lightning, his soul and spirit flying out of his body. He immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Run!!"

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

In the vast world of martial arts, the nameless symbolizes an insurmountable, majestic mountain, an unshakeable mythical barrier!

The two exchanged a glance, no longer caring about the young master Juexin's eternal dream or the lives of the defeated soldiers.

Driven by an intense survival instinct, they frantically burned the last of their true energy in their dantian, stomping their feet on the ground and transforming into two extremely disheveled afterimages as they desperately fled towards the deepest part of the Purple Leaf Forest.

"Since you've already done evil, why rush to leave?"

A voice as clear and serene as a spring, yet as insidious as a leech, pierced the howling night wind and struck their eardrums with unmistakable clarity.

The nameless man stood with his hands behind his back, not moving an inch, only his long blue robe sleeves waving lightly in the wind.

On the dark forest path ahead, Bu Jingyun and Gui Hu's figures were like two insurmountable iron towers of ferocious gods, not uttering a sound, firmly cutting off the two's last escape route.

Before him was the Uncrying God of Death, who could sever souls with a single palm strike; after him was the martial arts legend, whose every step brought forth lotus blossoms, his hands clasped behind his back, ready to defend.

Jedi and Skywalker's faces were as white as dead paper. They could only huddle back to back in despair, staring at the utterly insurmountable abyss around them, their eyes churning with utter collapse and madness.

"Let's give it our all!!"

Jue Di let out a blood-curdling roar as mournful as a night owl, desperately forcing all the true energy in his body into his meridians, making a last-ditch struggle like a trapped beast.

The nameless man lowered his eyelashes and let out a soft sigh that resounded throughout the universe.

He slowly raised his right hand, which had just absorbed hundreds of units of true energy, joined two fingers together, and pointed the sword directly at the churning, dark sky.

In an instant, a powerful sword aura, so oppressive that the entire island trembled, rose from the ground, sweeping across the entire purple leaf forest intertwined with blood and fire with overwhelming force.