I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Forced into a corner, Juedi and Tianxing suddenly locked eyes, their eyes instantly surging with a ferocious light like that of hungry wolves.

"kill!!"

Juedi let out a roar that tore through the night wind from the depths of his throat. His tightly clenched iron fist instantly absorbed all the remaining power in his body, transforming into a blood-red fist aura that was almost tangible. It carried the determination to shatter mountains and smash straight towards Wuming's brow.

Tianxing followed closely behind like an arrow released from a bow, his palms striking out simultaneously like withered tree claws. The palm wind was sinister and unpredictable, silent and stealthy, yet it firmly locked onto Wuming's major acupoints on his lower body.

Every punch and palm strike was a desperate struggle, a last-ditch effort by a cornered beast, its fierce and powerful force exceeding that of usual by a full three points.

A chilling killing intent surged forth like a raging sea, but Wuming remained as still as a thousand-year-old stone Buddha, neither flinching nor dodging, not even his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

He simply stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his demeanor exuding an aura of a grandmaster who remained steadfast regardless of the raging thunder and lightning.

Just as the heavy punch and poisonous palm were about to touch his clothes, a series of fine and strange ripples suddenly appeared in the deathly silence in front of Wuming.

"Buzz—"

A faint yet soul-stirring buzzing sound seemed to make the entire void tremble under its own weight.

Jedi and Tianxing felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts. They felt as if their overwhelming thunderous offensive had vanished into a bottomless swamp, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying pulling force, like a whale sucking in water, suddenly erupted from the seemingly frail body of the nameless man in the blue robe!

"not good!!"

The two men turned pale with fright and instinctively tried to back away, but were horrified to find that their hands, feet, and even their entire bodies were as if they were firmly welded together by thousands of invisible steel chains, and they could not move an inch.

"Since you are so stubborn and refuse to see the truth, you must not keep this harmful skill."

The nameless voice was as clear and indifferent as an icy spring, so calm that not a trace of emotion or desire could be heard.

Before he could finish speaking, Juedi and Tianxing felt as if their lower abdomens had been struck by a heavy hammer. The pure true energy they had accumulated through decades of hard work and cultivation was like a raging flood that had completely breached its banks, flowing madly into Wuming's body through the tangled meridians of his arms without any resistance.

"Ah—! My internal energy! My internal energy!!"

"No! No!!"

Two heart-wrenching, agonizing screams, like the cries of a parent mourning their parents, instantly ripped through the night sky above the Purple Leaf Forest, sending chills down one's spine.

In the brief moment when a few leaves twirl and fall to the ground, these two former top masters, who were once enough to establish their own schools in the Japanese martial arts world, saw their facial skin collapse and wither at a visible speed. Their once robust bodies became hunched and shrunken like rotten wood that had been drained of its sap, as if the years had taken away decades of their lifespan.

Once the last trace of true energy in the two people's meridians had been completely drained, Wuming finally withdrew the terrifying suction force, casually flicking his wide blue sleeves in the wind.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two limp bodies, their bodies completely hollowed out, lay limply in the cold earth like mud stripped of its bones by a boning knife. Their eyes were wide open but empty and lifeless, leaving only the skins of crippled people, devoid of any vitality or fighting power to boast of.

Wuming took a deep breath and slowly gathered his inner energy. His close-fitting blue robe billowed without wind after losing the support of his inner energy.

His originally calm and reserved aura was now subtly surging with a domineering pressure that made people dare not look directly at him.

Having absorbed the lifelong skills of two great masters from Japan, this martial arts legend's profound cultivation has clearly taken another natural step forward.

Bu Jingyun glanced indifferently at the two crippled figures at his feet, their unfathomable black eyes remaining completely undisturbed.

In the eyes of this "Uncrying Death God," the life or death of such ants is not worthy of even the slightest emotional fluctuation from him.

Wuming had already withdrawn his calm, unwavering gaze and turned it directly to the colossal iron fist, as tall as a small mountain, deep within the Purple Leaf Forest. A fleeting, profound thought crossed his eyes:

"Let's go, the main character is still ahead."

With a light touch of their toes, the group moved in quick succession, like streaks of dark blue lightning, traversing a distance of about a hundred feet deep into the purple-leaf forest.

Just a hundred paces away from that enormous steel fist, a violent roar, like that of a prehistoric beast, suddenly erupted from the silent, lifeless iron lump, shaking the heavens!

"It's so noisy!!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, causing the branches and leaves of ancient trees within a radius of several hundred feet in the Purple Leaf Forest to tremble violently, and sand and gravel to fly away.

"Sounds of killing... Someone is killing someone..."

"My son...where is my son?!"

"Who dares to touch my son?!"

With a hysterical roar, the Fist God's muscles bulged and he struggled wildly. The nine steel chains deeply embedded in his body were pulled straight, making a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound.

Rumbling--

The entire Fist Tomb, and even the scorched wasteland within a radius of several hundred feet, trembled violently and uncontrollably, as if a hundred-foot-tall earth dragon lurking deep underground was about to break through the soil.

Amidst this chaotic, earth-shaking chaos, a short, ghostly figure, taking advantage of the cover of night and the fierce wind, stealthily approached the back of the enormous iron fist.

This man was dressed in the standard robe of the Oni-Kara, but deep down he was a secret agent and assassin who had been planted in this place by the Japanese Emperor in his early years.

His gaze was as cold and menacing as a viper's hiss, fixed on several thick iron chains stretched to their limit, digging into the earth's veins. An uncontrollable, sinister smile crept onto his lips.

"You've been trapped by God for so many years, today I will lend you a hand!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his waist and stood on his right, unleashing all the icy power he had accumulated throughout his life. His palms, like two heavy hammers, slammed into one of the taut chain nodes.

The chains binding the Fist Demon are made of sunken silver from the seabed and black iron forged through countless hammerings, making them indestructible.

Under normal circumstances, even if the assassins were to exhaust their life force, it would be extremely difficult to harm them in the slightest.

But at this moment, the Fist God's frantic struggle had already pulled the iron chains to the brink of breaking, making it his most vulnerable moment.

"collapse!"

A cruel sound like metal shattering and jade breaking cleaved through the night wind, and the thick black iron chain snapped like a taut bowstring stretched to its limit!

A single hair can affect the whole situation; the Nine Locks Trapping Dragon Deadly Trap, meticulously set up by the God of No Way, can be broken!

"roar--!!"

The Fist God let out a long, earth-shattering roar, and the terrifying primordial power that had been imprisoned within his body for many years finally exploded like a dormant volcano that had been brewing for a hundred years, completely destroying the crater and erupting with a thunderous roar.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The overwhelming and violent power surged within the steel fist, and the remaining eight black iron chains could no longer withstand this earth-shattering and domineering pull, breaking one after another like withered vines.

The flying fragments of iron were like a deadly rainstorm, leaving the ancient trees and rocks around them riddled with holes.

"boom!"

An overwhelming and terrifying aura, centered on the Fist Grave, instantly swept across the entire Purple Leaf Forest in a black wave that seemed to be tangible.

The raging gale whipped up a storm of sand and stones, causing even Wuming, who was a hundred paces away, to change his expression and stop in his tracks.

"Such a fierce aura!"

In stark contrast to the hellish scene on the surface, in the dark, secluded chambers of the Fist Tomb buried deep underground, a luxurious couch was burning with aphrodisiac incense.

The Central Plains emperor, whose martial arts skills had been crippled, was entangled and tumbling with several alluring Japanese women like a lump of mud, the room filled with nauseatingly decadent music.

Suddenly, a dull, earth-shattering roar erupted from the dome overhead, and the entire reinforced underground chamber shook violently under this inhuman shock.

Dust mixed with large chunks of hard, broken stone rained down, nearly breaking the bed frame. The naked women were terrified, their faces turning pale, and their shrill screams pierced the eardrums.

"Ah! An earthquake!!"

"Your Majesty, run!"

The emperor, who was used to a life of luxury, was so frightened that he became listless and could no longer care about the pleasure he had just enjoyed. He almost tumbled off the bed from the pile of warm and soft beauties.

He frantically grabbed a bright yellow robe and wrapped it around his bulky body, then ran frantically toward the entrance to the secret passage in a panic:

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!!"

Just as the supreme beings were in such a panicked and disheveled state, a towering figure, as majestic as an ancient demon god, carrying an unparalleled and ferocious flame capable of crushing all living beings, crashed down from the sky amidst the shattered iron and landed in front of Wuming and the others.

"boom!"

A pair of massive, millstone-like feet landed, instantly causing the surrounding bluestone tiles to crack horribly like a spiderweb, and choking smoke mixed with a strong stench of blood shot into the sky.

The Fist God, now out of the light of day, had blood-red eyes like a starving lone wolf, scanning the familiar hell before him with a frenzied and bloodthirsty gaze.

Everywhere he looked, there were severed limbs and corpses, and rivers of foul-smelling, rotting blood, but he could not find the familiar figure that haunted his dreams.

"No...no..."

"My son...where are you?!"

The despair of searching high and low for his child, without success, completely ignited the last thread of reason in this utterly madman's mind.

The Fist God went completely berserk in this desolate purple leaf forest.

"ah--!!"

The veins on his arms bulged like coiled dragons, and he raised his head, which was covered in disheveled hair, and let out a heart-wrenching roar towards the sky.

The terrifying fist intent within his body, powerful enough to shake the Five Sacred Mountains and cleave rivers, was unleashed without reservation at this moment, like a raging torrent.

In an instant, drawn by this unparalleled and domineering fist, heaven and earth clashed, and the wind and clouds changed color.

The already gloomy and dim night sky was instantly obscured by thick, swirling, and inverted dark clouds.

The gale was like a mournful wail of ghosts and wolves, accompanied by ferocious lightning that tore through the thick clouds and rolling thunder, turning the entire island into a netherworld.

A terrifying black aura, visible to the naked eye, with the fist god's imposing body as the eye of the storm, was like a world-destroying black dragon connecting heaven and earth, twisting and raging wildly in the blood-stained purple leaf forest.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

An unreasonable and powerful suction force arose out of nowhere. The corpses of Guicha Luo, whose inner strength had just been drained or who had died under the blade, along with countless heavy rubble and broken ancient trees that would take several people to encircle, were as light as withered leaves in the face of this fist-flow storm, and were all swept into the deep eye of the storm.

"Snap! Snap!"

A series of intense, chilling, and terrifying sounds of bones cracking emanated from the depths of the black tornado.

The pitiful corpse, under the violent and unparalleled crushing force, was like being thrown into a giant millstone of flesh and blood, instantly turning into a rain of scarlet blood and fine pieces of minced meat, a scene of unparalleled tragedy.

This devastating storm of fist intent raged for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before slowly subsiding like the receding tide.

Once the stench and the blinding dust had completely dissipated, the heart of the Purple Leaf Forest, which had been littered with corpses and overcrowded, was now stripped bare, desolate, and deathly silent.

Aside from top masters like Wuming, Bu Jingyun, and Guihu, whose internal energy has reached a state of perfection, they can still rely on their profound internal strength to firmly hold their positions and stand firm in the raging wind.

All the other incomplete corpses of the Ghost Chaluo had long been shredded into dust in this terrifying storm that resembled divine punishment, leaving not even a trace of their bones intact.

The world was utterly silent, with only that raging figure standing there like a god or demon.

"Dad...eat..."

A sudden and seemingly foolish name emerged slowly from the depths of the ravaged forest path, abruptly shattering the suffocating, terrifying silence in the area.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw two distinct figures slowly emerging from the dark night not far away.

The young man who led the way was dressed in a flamboyant and domineering fiery red brocade robe and carried the Fire Scale Divine Sword, which was said to drink blood whenever it was unsheathed.

With sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples, and a chilling, wicked aura emanating from his starry eyes, he was none other than the uninvited guest, Duan Lang.

Closely following behind him was an ugly giant, as fat as a mountain of flesh.

The giant man had a dazed expression, with drool uncontrollably dripping from the corners of his mouth. His huge, lantern-like, dull eyes were devoid of any ordinary intelligence. He was none other than the only son of the Fist God—the Fist Maniac.

"Duan Lang?" A fleeting ripple crossed Wuming's compassionate eyes.

"How did he end up in Japan?"

The moment Duan Lang and the Fire Kirin Sword appeared, Bu Jingyun's abyss-like dark eyes suddenly erupted with uncontrollable rage.

If it weren't for the fact that the unpredictable and bizarre murder situation before them was still unclear, this violent Grim Reaper would probably have already struck out and killed him on the spot.

"My son!!"

The moment the Fist God saw the dumbfounded mountain of flesh, his bloodshot, crimson beast eyes unexpectedly blazed with a frenzied, ecstatic joy, as if he had been given a second chance at life.

"Dad...eat...meat..."

The boxing fanatic saw his father, who was covered in iron chains, grinned foolishly with his slit lips, and then, dragging his heavy, millstone-like steps, which shook the earth, he ran towards him with great enthusiasm.

"My son! Father is here! Father is here!!"

The muscles all over the fist god's body trembled violently, and he recklessly opened his rough arms, which were covered with countless dead souls, and ran wildly towards the mountain of flesh.

Against the backdrop of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, this old man and this fool strangely shed the ruthless exterior of the peerless demon, leaving only a touch of desolate joy and sorrow at their long-awaited reunion.

However, just as those arms, as thick as tree trunks, were about to embrace their closest kin—

"brush--!!"

A chilling, icy blade of light, powerful enough to freeze the very soul, slashed out from the deepest darkness of the infernal night without warning!

Too fast!

It was so fast that it completely exceeded the limits of what the eyes of all the top experts present could perceive!

This strike, carrying with it a dense, dark demonic aura capable of withering everything and an overwhelming killing intent, not only tore through the bleak and desolate night sky, but also sliced ​​through the massive, layered, and steel-hard flesh of the Fist Maniac as easily as cutting through a piece of rotten wood.

"Pfft!"

Like the muffled sound of tattered leather being torn apart, it suddenly exploded in mid-air.

The boxing fanatic's running figure seemed to be under the most vicious immobilization spell. Even the silly smile on his missing corner of his lips was still vividly hanging on. His whole body then went from his brow to his crotch, and with a tooth-grinding sound of flesh separating, he was neatly split in two from the middle!

"Splash—"

The enormous mountain of flesh, split in two, crashed heavily to the left and right, plunging into pools of blood.

Colorful, still-warm, viscous internal organs spilled onto the ground beneath the feet of the Fist God like a burst dam.

The slender figure that had been standing behind the corpse, slowly straightening up like a vengeful ghost from the depths of hell, was finally exposed to the flickering firelight.

His long, black hair danced wildly like a madman, a demonic mark was faintly visible between his brows, and only a single, chilling, scarlet demonic eye remained on his deeply sunken facial features.

He held a Blood Drinker Blade upside down in his hand, which still emitted wisps of cold white mist and a strong stench of blood.

The crimson demonic eyes, devoid of any human emotion, were now firmly fixed on the pile of rotten flesh on the ground, emitting a meaningless beastly roar from deep within its throat.

In the demonic eye's all-seeing vision, the invisible malevolent aura swirling around this big, clumsy man was so thick it was almost dripping with ink. It was the deep sins accumulated over the years from skinning and devouring countless innocent flesh and blood. For a demonic blade that craved slaughter, it was undoubtedly the most deadly temptation and sustenance.

"No--!!!"

Just inches away, watching helplessly as his flesh and bones turned into two puddles of mud, the Fist God felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens. It was as if even his breath and heartbeat had been cruelly crushed in that instant, turning him into a stiff sculpture devoid of his soul.

After a deathly silence that was almost suffocating, a heart-wrenching, inhuman wail that seemed to tear one's internal organs apart pierced through the rolling, dark clouds beyond the nine heavens.

"My son!!!"

The once fearsome and invincible madman, who had struck terror into the hearts of the entire Japanese martial arts world, collapsed to his knees in despair in a pool of thick, pungent blood.

His rough, large hands, capable of tearing bears and leopards apart with bare hands, were now trembling violently as if possessed, trying to piece together the sticky mess of flesh and filth back into the image of his flesh-and-blood son, but he could only grasp at the cold, lifeless emptiness in vain.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Abyss-like despair, excruciating pain, and regret powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas...

In that instant, the purest and most negative emotions in the world transformed into the most refined destructive killing intent, unleashing all the life potential and primordial domineering aura that had been dormant within this peerless killing god for many years.

Rumble—!!

The earth's tectonic plates cracked and ripped apart as if struck by a giant hammer, causing large sections of the century-old hills surrounding the Purple Leaf Forest to collapse and fall into the wilderness.

A storm of dark, fiery fist intent, ten times more terrifying than when it had swept up the zombie horde, used the pool of blood where the Fist Dao God knelt as its eye, and whipped up a blood-red tornado that blotted out the sky, sweeping and surging wildly in all directions with overwhelming force!

At this moment, the island sank, and the sky and earth collapsed!