I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Under the oppressive force of this terrifying power that could overturn the cycle of reincarnation, the Fist God's crazed madness, which was almost insane, erupted from his pair of deathly gray beast eyes.

The unparalleled madman held nothing back, his true energy being squeezed and circulated wildly like an ancient ointment being ignited, actually gathering the last bit of life essence in this body into his right fist, which was as thick as a tree trunk.

This is a punch to the void at full power!

This punch was delivered with no room for retreat or hesitation; it was a tragic culmination of the Japanese overlord's lifelong belief in martial arts.

The fist's force tore through the air, turning flying sand and stones to ashes. Even the surrounding air, rubbed by the gale, seemed to ignite and explode, emitting a piercing shriek like thousands of vengeful ghosts demanding death.

Faced with this devastating, all-consuming ultimate fist, the "Wind and Cloud Fusion" momentum that had already been rising and intertwining in mid-air was also completely ignited, pushing it to the ultimate peak of the past and present!

That boundless aura, which was neither wind nor cloud, yet far surpassed wind and cloud—the Boundless Demonic Aura—transformed into a world-destroying tornado that blotted out the sky.

This destructive vortex, formed by the complete pulverization and solidification of the Avici Demonic Power and the Cloud-Dispelling Evil Qi, carried with it the icy resolve to sever all mortal karma. With the unparalleled might of a dragon and tiger battling, it relentlessly crushed the pitch-black iron fist that came crashing down from the sky.

"Boom—!!!"

The apocalyptic vortex and the flesh-and-blood fist collided violently in mid-air like two meteors that had gone off course.

The blindingly bright vortex instantly swallowed everything within a radius of a hundred feet.

Immediately following was a deafening roar that shattered the internal organs of countless birds.

The violent, raging shockwaves of mutual destruction slashed away three feet of scorched earth from the already riddled battlefield!

"Snap!!!"

A sharp, piercing cracking sound, so clear it made your teeth ache, was strangely distinct and jarring amidst the earth-shattering roar of the powerful energy.

"ah--!!"

Suddenly, a shrill, inhuman howl burst from the Fist God's throat.

This invincible beast, known as the indestructible Vajra, had its right arm, capable of withstanding the force of ten thousand tons of explosives, crack and crumble like rotten wood under the crushing force of the destructive vortex that gathered the unparalleled power of "Magic He Boundless"!

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, the stark white bones exploded completely like withered branches broken by a gale, turning into a sky full of mournful crimson blood mist!

"Bang!"

This imposing figure, once so arrogant and powerful like a demon god, finally collapsed heavily onto the scorched earth, like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar being overturned.

The Kung Fu God's left hand was tightly covering the horrific, blood-gushing wound on his right shoulder, which had been severed at the root.

His face, as pale as paper yet sharply sculpted, featured a pair of dead fish eyes that should have been arrogant and domineering, bulging out and staring intently at the turbulent scene before him. A hoarse, low growl, like a broken bellows, escaped his throat:

"This...how is this possible..."

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were in an extremely miserable state at this moment.

The two of them swayed and staggered violently like duckweed in a storm, their faces ashen and bloodless.

The earth-shattering, all-out attack just now had completely drained their vital essence.

The crimson demonic eye between Nie Feng's brows, which was originally filled with murderous desire, gradually dimmed and dissipated.

His body suddenly went limp, and his slender frame was about to fall into a puddle of mud.

With lightning speed, Bu Jingyun, despite his aching and numb arms, grabbed him tightly.

Like two dying fish stuck in a dry rut, the two gasped for breath and helped each other to sit down cross-legged in the pool of blood, closing their eyes and circulating their internal energy to suppress the surging reverse flow of true energy within their bodies.

Just then, in this tragic and desolate moment, two hurried figures sped across from the distant, collapsed, inferno-filled ruins.

"Wind!!"

A heart-wrenching cry, filled with piercing pain and extreme anxiety, shattered the surrounding silence.

A stunningly beautiful middle-aged woman, dressed in luxurious clothes and possessing an appearance that could captivate all, stumbled and pounced on Nie Feng like a madwoman, completely disregarding the limbs scattered on the ground and the blood that reached above her ankles.

Seeing her own flesh and blood in such a gruesome state, shrouded in demonic energy and covered in blood, tears instantly welled up in her eyes:

"Feng'er! What's wrong with you? Open your eyes and look at your mother, don't scare her!"

Yan Ying's delicate hands trembled violently, hovering in mid-air, wanting to touch Nie Feng's face, which was covered in blood and scars, but she was afraid of touching his deep, bone-revealing wounds. Her clear, bright eyes were filled with indescribable pain and regret.

Jue Tian followed closely behind and landed.

He coldly watched the heart-wrenching scene of mother and son's deep affection, his young and handsome face displaying a complex and unfathomable expression, yet he remained rooted to the spot like a statue, never stepping forward to utter a single word.

Not far away, Bu Jingyun slowly lifted a heavy eyelid.

His cold, sharp gaze swept over the stunningly beautiful woman before him, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Nie Feng. Upon hearing her heart-wrenching cry of "Feng'er," he instantly discerned her identity.

The cold and unyielding Grim Reaper paid no heed to such mundane dramas of familial affection.

He forced himself to scan the scorched earth around him, and surprisingly, a hint of astonishment flashed across his face, which was usually covered in ice.

He suddenly realized that Wuming was gone.

Aside from the billowing smoke and acrid stench, where else could one find a trace of the nameless?

Wuming was clearly transmitting his skills to them from behind just now. How could he have vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye?

On a massive and imposing Japanese imperial ship, resembling a floating fortress, the Emperor stood proudly with his hands behind his back at the towering bow.

The salty sea breeze made his magnificent hunting robe, a symbol of supreme power, flutter loudly.

His sinister, serpentine eyes gazed intently at the forbidden island on the horizon, now completely engulfed by violent explosions and towering flames. A barely concealed fanaticism and ruthlessness flowed deep within his eyes, as if he were admiring a grand and spectacular apocalyptic fireworks display, the grandest and most dazzling spectacle he had ever orchestrated.

"Da, da, da."

A series of steady, rapid footsteps echoed from the end of the deck.

A burly figure dressed in a crimson samurai outfit steadily walked up to the bow of the ship. The man was none other than Fire Wolf, a trusted henchman of the Emperor.

He knelt heavily on one knee before the Emperor's throne, his expression neither sad nor happy, his right hand steadily holding a large black package that was still dripping blood.

"Your Majesty, I have not failed in my mission."

Fire Wolf presented the package with both hands, his voice as calm and collected as a sheathed blade.

The Emperor slowly turned around.

He extended a withered finger with protruding knuckles and deep wrinkles, and gently lifted the coarse cloth soaked in filth and blood.

A bloody, mangled head rolled out.

His face was thin and gaunt, and his eyes were tightly closed and sunken.

Even though it was covered in scorched earth and black blood, the face of this head could still be vaguely recognized as that of the proud and indomitable legend of the Central Plains martial arts world—Nameless.

The Emperor stared intently at the lifeless head, his eyes a mixture of malice and ecstasy, which finally coalesced into a chilling laugh that sounded like the blood-curdling cry of an owl.

"The legend of the martial arts world... in the end, is nothing more than a pawn I discarded."

The night was as dark as thick ink that couldn't be dissolved.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the pungent stench of burning and blood, howled wildly across this turbulent, hellish sea.

The Supreme Being of the East looked down at the ruins of the Godless Palace, now a deadly net of fire, and the chessboard in his heart, which was to conquer the Central Plains, was already settled.

With the nameless head in hand and the entire Godless Party annihilated in the sea of ​​fire, this vast world was now a smooth road ahead.

However, just as this arrogance reached its peak—

"Splash—!!!"

Without warning, a colossal wave, several dozen feet high, erupted from the dark waters beside the ship's side!

Before the curtain of water had even fallen, a massive and terrifying mutilated body, resembling a water ghost, burst forth from the abyss, accompanied by shattered waves.

The enormous, mountain-like figure crashed heavily onto the center of the deck like a boulder thrown from a gun, carrying a destructive force!

"Bang!"

The century-old, solid, iron-like deck of driftwood was shattered inch by inch by these huge feet as soon as they landed, leaving two deep and terrifying footprints.

The person who came was soaked through with icy seawater.

What's most chilling is that on his right shoulder blade, where a colossal arm should have grown, there's nothing there. A terrifying, clean-cut gash, pale and swollen from being soaked in seawater, is exposed to the air, like a giant mouth roaring towards the sky.

This one-armed mad god, who crawled up from the seabed, had eyes that were now completely frozen into a blood-red hue.

He stared intently at the glaring hunting robe on the bow of the ship, a low growl of deep-seated hatred escaping his throat: "Emperor, so it was you, you old codger, who was plotting this..."

Although the Fist God's right arm was destroyed and half of his life force was drained by the combined attack of Wind and Cloud, his martial arts fanaticism, tempered by the hatred of killing his son and betrayal, did not subside but rose to a state of madness!

The Wushen Palace was heavily guarded. If it weren't for the Japanese Emperor's inside collusion and the hidden firearms, how could his precious son have died so tragically on the spot? (This borrows from the way Bu Jingyun killed Kong Ci but blamed Xiong Ba for it.)

The Emperor is the ultimate source of all this bloodshed!

"I kill you!!!"

Blood was gushing out of the arteries at the severed arm of the Fist God, which had turned white from being soaked in seawater, but he ignored it like a zombie who was completely oblivious to pain.

Its remaining left arm was like a raging crimson dragon that had broken the chains of hell, carrying immense power to crush everything, dragging its broken flesh and blood body, and resolutely charging towards the Emperor despite the raging wind and rain!

This punch embodies the lifelong cultivation and boundless brutality of a mad god.

The force of the fist, rubbing against the damp, cold sea breeze, unexpectedly caused the century-old ironwood deck to crack under the immense pressure.

Fire Wolf's eye sockets burst open.

He knew that if this punch landed, the Emperor would be shattered to pieces.

The fire wolf transformed into a desolate red streak, forcefully inserting itself into the doomed trajectory of the fist technique using its superior internal martial arts lightness skill.

Faced with this moth-to-a-flame shield blocking his way, the Fist God, who had gone mad, didn't even glance at it. His left arm, which was as strong as iron, didn't hesitate at all and smashed through it with the most savage and unreasonable posture!

It was like a heavy armored vehicle speeding at high speed forcefully crushing a fragile skeleton.

Fire Wolf felt a brute force powerful enough to crush mountains crash into his chest. His protective aura, which he was so proud of, shattered like thin ice in the face of the incomprehensible fist.

His body gushed out a mouthful of blood like a blood-red kite with a broken string, and he was violently thrown more than ten feet away by the force of the impact, crashing heavily into the hard cabin wall.

Even the Emperor's top assassins, despite their best efforts, could not slow down the peerless mad god even half a step.

The fist god, having crushed the obstacle, had an even brighter red light in his eyes. His heavy fist, accompanied by a piercing and shrill whistling wind, was less than three inches away from the black veil on the head of the Heavenly Queen, which symbolized supreme power!

Faced with the deadly attack from behind, a attack so fierce it could shatter mountains, the Emperor suppressed his smirk, his back seemingly nailed to the bow of the ship, unmoving.

"I have been waiting for a long time."

A murmur, as still as a deep well, drifted on the wind.

The Fist God's iron fist had already ground to within half an inch of the hair on the back of his head.

At the critical moment, a withered hand, covered with wrinkles as deep as the abyss of time, emerged eerily from the sleeve of the emperor's robe with terrifying speed, moving before it could reach the emperor.

This hand seemed to have broken free from the constraints of flesh and bones, its five fingers like steel claws passing directly over the shoulder and neck, and grabbing back at the raging fist hurricane behind it.

Shattering Heaven Technique!

Instead of the earth-shattering roar of two kings standing side by side, a series of sickeningly loud, bone-cracking sounds exploded eerily above the deck.

The Fist God's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He felt as if his unparalleled punch, which he had poured all his cultivation into, had been thrown into the belly of a giant, gaping maw of a monstrous beast the instant it touched the Emperor's withered finger.

The violent and unparalleled true energy in the fist not only dissolved and disintegrated in an instant, but also a reversed yin and yang, extremely domineering reverse suction force rebounded upwards.

"Glala—"

The Emperor suddenly clenched his five fingers.

That remaining left arm, which was several times harder than refined steel, was actually crushed into powder inch by inch from the knuckles by the terrifying crushing force of the Shattering Heaven Hand!

The white bone fragments mixed with bits of flesh fell from mid-air like withered flowers and fallen petals.

The unstoppable force of the Shattering Heaven did not falter in the slightest, but instead surged straight in along the remaining meridians of the severed arm, ruthlessly blasting into the internal organs of the Fist God.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It was as if a series of high explosives had detonated inside a tin drum, and a series of muffled, throbbing sounds of flesh and blood exploding emanated from the body of the Fist God.

In that instant, all the meridians and extraordinary vessels in his body were reduced to broken branches, and the last remaining flames of revenge in his heart were completely extinguished.

The massive, mountain-like body gushed blood from its seven orifices like a fountain, its life force extinguished. Finally, it slid limply into the stagnant waters of Asura at the Emperor's feet, like a lump of mud that could no longer solidify.

The sea breeze still howls, as if singing a final, mournful song for this once invincible Japanese boxing champion.

A tyrant of martial arts, he ultimately failed to defy fate and became the most bloody stepping stone under the throne of imperial power.