I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bu Jingyun and his group disappeared completely into the night.

Jue Tian, ​​who had been standing motionless behind Duan Lang like a clay sculpture, finally stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with a venomous, serpentine light as he asked in a low voice:

"Master, that old scoundrel Emperor has destroyed the Godless Palace. Should we charge over there now and settle accounts with him?"

Duan Lang slowly closed his five fingers and gently stroked Yan Ying's slightly trembling, disheveled hair in his arms.

The night wind brushed across his handsome face, which carried a hint of wickedness, and a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"No rush." ​​Duan Lang's voice was completely flat.

"The Emperor holds a position in the hearts of the Japanese people akin to a deity. Killing him is easy, but destroying the faith of the Japanese people is difficult. Forcibly killing him would only provoke a desperate counterattack from the entire Japanese martial arts world, which would be detrimental to the overall situation."

Halfway through his sentence, a blazing, undisguised ambition exploded in Duan Lang's sharp, dagger-like eyes. He spoke softly, yet his words carried an unbridled arrogance, a desire to trample the world underfoot.

"What I want is not a corpse, but to gradually conquer this land of Japan. Since Jue Wushen was able to pull off a 'switcheroo' in the Central Plains back then, and wanted to take his place, I, Duan Lang, am here in Japan today, and it's not impossible!"

These words struck right at Jue Tian's inherent greed.

His blood surged, and he immediately slammed one knee into the scorched earth like a collapsing mountain, tilting his head back and shouting wildly at the top of his lungs:

"Master is wise! Long live Master! With this divine strategy, the unification of Japan is just around the corner!"

Duan Lang slowly wiped the smile off his face.

He looked down at the broken-backed stray dog ​​at his feet, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead object being weighed on a scale, and said coldly:

You're wrong.

Jue Tian's fanatical expression froze instantly on his face, and he looked up in astonishment like a puppet.

The calculating glint in Duan Lang's eyes was no longer concealed; he spoke each word forcefully into Jue Tian's mind:

"The one who will sit on the Emperor's throne is not me, but you."

The night suddenly changed dramatically, with two extremely sharp, tearing explosions rang out.

Two ghostly afterimages leaped from the ruins, crashing one after the other several feet in front of Duan Lang.

The two moved in perfect unison, slamming one knee into the ground and letting out a deep, guttural roar:

"Your subordinate has arrived late to rescue you, please forgive me, Master!"

The visitors were a man and a woman.

The man's face was covered in frost, and an exaggerated, blunt, heavy sword was tied behind his back.

The woman's eyes were like ice, and she held two slender, cold blades in reverse with her hands.

They were the two loyal sword slaves who had been separated from Duan Lang's shadow—Wen Nu and Leng Yan!

Duan Lang's gaze swept over the two men, who were covered in blood and dust from their journey. His brows furrowed slightly, and a genuine look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Nu didn't dare to raise his head, clenching his teeth tightly, his voice low and iron-like:

"Upon hearing that my lord had traveled to Japan, I was deeply concerned for his safety and thus followed him all the way here, vowing to protect him with my life!"

Duan Lang let out a short, slurred snort, and shook his head slightly.

"I've already arrived in Japan, and you two 'skin plasters' still managed to follow me. I really can't shake you off."

He cursed harshly, but standing alone in this blood-soaked land filled with enemies of other races, seeing these two travel thousands of miles just to protect their master, the cold, hard killing intent in his eyes finally softened a little.

"That's enough."

With a sudden flick of his long, flowing sleeve, he dispersed the stench of blood from the ground, his gaze returning to the deep night of Japan.

"Since we're here, let's go together. This land in Japan is in dire need of management."

"Yes!" the two replied in unison.

As she stood up, Leng Yan's icy gaze inadvertently swept over Duan Lang's arm, which was tightly wrapped around Yan Ying's waist, and the hidden passion in her eyes was instantly clenched painfully.

She bit her lower lip hard, swallowing the bitter disappointment, and together with Wen Nu, they stood like two barbs nailed to a dead end, firmly protecting Duan Lang's two wings.

After several days and nights of turbulent seas.

Below the ninety-nine layers of white marble dragon steps of the Forbidden City in the Central Plains.

The civil and military officials knelt down in a dense mass, their shouts of "Long live the Emperor!" growing louder and louder, almost lifting the glazed roof of the Golden Palace.

When the bright yellow palanquin, stained with the salty smell of the sea from Japan, was limped into the Meridian Gate, the entire lifeless imperial city erupted in chaos.

"His Majesty has returned to the palace! Heaven blesses our dynasty!"

Countless high-ranking officials banged their heads against the blue bricks with resounding thuds, while the Imperial Guards were so anxious that tears welled up in their eyes, wishing they could shout themselves hoarse on the spot.

As the curtain of the bright yellow palanquin was suddenly lifted, what first caught the eyes of the officials were several Japanese maids in bright makeup, wearing wooden clogs and shivering.

A deathly silence fell below the dragon steps; no one dared to utter even the slightest heavy breath.

As the emperor slowly stepped out of the shadows into the palanquin, the moment his feet touched the white marble dragon steps, the cowardly and despicable facade he had displayed in the dungeon of the Godless Palace was stripped away almost instantly.

He casually brushed away non-existent dust from his shoulder, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the court officials who resembled an ant colony. His cold gaze revealed a chilling imperial tyranny.

"All of you, rise."

The emperor's voice was like a resounding bell, powerful and clear, without a trace of the stuttering and timidity he had displayed in the ruins of Japan.

Late at night, in the inner palace.

After dismissing all the palace servants, the emperor lay on the cold Nine-Dragon Throne, a mocking sneer slowly tearing from the corners of his mouth.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm such a weak and easily bullied person?"

He pried open the hidden mechanism on the bed, pulled out a jade bottle, poured out a blood-red, purplish-scented pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"If I hadn't feigned madness and weakness, how could I have let you lower your guard and allowed that brute Bu Jingyun to risk his life to save me? As for my crippled martial arts..."

The elixir transformed into a ball of scalding magma that exploded deep within the internal organs.

The emperor tilted his head back and groaned, and a layer of golden energy faintly emanated from the pores of his skin.

The severed and atrophied meridians are being reconnected inch by inch at a visible speed, thanks to the supreme royal medicine, the "Nine-Turn Meridian-Regenerating Pill."

"As long as I remain in this palace, all the world's precious medicines will belong to me. A mere injury to the meridians is nothing to worry about!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and two beams of seemingly tangible Imperial True Qi shot out from them.

His previously dormant royal fist cultivation is now wildly resurfacing and flourishing deep within this dark palace.

A bloody storm is brewing within the very fabric of the Central Plains martial arts world.

The nameless figure has disappeared without a trace, and Feng and Yun have been missing ever since the battle at the Wushen Jue Palace. The vast Central Plains martial arts world has fallen into an eerie silence.

Until this day, in front of the Zhonghua Pavilion, a chilling killing intent pressed down without warning.

Surrounded by a group of black-clad assassins, two extremely conspicuous and eerie figures stopped on the bluestone slabs.

One of the giants, resembling an iron tower, was carrying a long, black, finely crafted iron ladder on its shoulder.

With each step he took forward, the bluestone ground cracked open with a spiderweb-like pattern.

On the horizontal bars of the long ladder, several bloodied and furious human heads were neatly hung out!

The two severed heads at the front were actually those of Ao Tian, ​​the young master of Baijian Manor, and Jian Pin, who loved swords more than life itself!

These two once renowned swordsmen are now reduced to lifeless ornaments hanging on the iron ladder.

Beside the giant iron tower, however, nestled a strange figure with skin as white as snow, draped in a purple embroidered cloak.

This woman had painted her eyebrows and applied rouge to her lips; every move she made exuded a nauseatingly coquettish charm, yet a prominent Adam's apple was clearly visible on her neck.

His ten fingers deftly twirled a purple ribbon, his sinister gaze sweeping back and forth across the plaque of the Zhonghua Pavilion.

Although the waiter at Zhonghua Pavilion sensed ill intent from the newcomer, he had spent years making a living in this place where martial arts circles converged, so he immediately suppressed the chill in his heart and greeted the guest with a forced smile:

"Gentlemen, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

Upon hearing this, the man in purple covered his mouth and chuckled, the laughter extremely sharp and piercing. He then uttered a sentence enveloped in a sticky, sinister aura:

"Young man, can you guess whether I'm a man or a woman?"

The waiter was so frightened by this eerie and unsettling demeanor that his scalp tingled, and he froze on the spot, unable to utter a single word.

"Can't guess? Then die."

Her delicate face, just a moment ago, suddenly transformed into a blue-faced, fanged monster.

The man in purple raised his wrist and flicked it. The purple satin in his hand was like an enraged venomous python, tearing through the air and rushing straight at the opponent's face.

Seeing the murderous intent looming over him, the waiter did not show any panic. He suddenly pushed off with his feet and took a half-step back. Using the momentum, he flipped out his palms and poured his true energy into them, which slashed fiercely at the purple satin that was attacking him.

Unexpectedly, the satin seemed to be a ghost wandering between two worlds, sneaking in through the gap in his palm strike and instantly locking onto his throat.

With a horrific cracking sound, the man's neck was twisted in two before he could even activate his protective inner energy, his head lifelessly snapping backward.

The giant iron tower grinned maliciously, and with a sudden burst of strength from his waist and back, the long iron ladder weighing several thousand kilograms, along with the human head, transformed into a huge black shadow and crashed horizontally towards the main entrance of the Zhonghua Pavilion!

"boom--"

With a violent, brute force, the two heavy solid wood doors of Zhonghua Pavilion, along with the mahogany cabinet behind them, were instantly smashed into a pile of shattered dust.

Before the wood chips could even land, a dramatic change occurred inside the pavilion.

The group of "waiters" who were wiping tables and doing accounts suddenly dropped their miscellaneous items, and dozens of powerful streams of true energy rose from all over the hall.

With a flash of blue light, extremely lethal weapons were drawn one after another, forming a tight square formation in just a few breaths, tightly surrounding the few people who broke in.

From the crowd, an elderly man who looked like a shopkeeper clenched his fist on his chest, his beard and hair standing on end, and sternly demanded:

"Who exactly are you, sir? How dare you trespass into the Zhonghua Pavilion and indiscriminately kill innocent people!"

"innocent?"

The giant iron tower slammed the long iron ladder, laden with human heads, into the depths of the floor tiles, causing the entire floor to tremble violently.

He grinned wildly, his fleshy face contorted in a roar like muffled thunder.

"Anyone who has even the slightest connection with Wuming will die! Remember this well on your journey to the underworld: the one who will take your dog lives is the son of the Japanese Emperor—the Iron Ladder Demon! This is my younger brother, the Beautiful Rakshasa!"

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the bloody curtain of slaughter was forcibly torn apart.

Although the staff of Zhonghua Pavilion were all martial arts experts who had taken refuge here, their proud offensive and defensive line was as fragile as paper in the face of these two suddenly appearing supreme evil stars. They were swept away several times by the heavy iron ladder weighing over several thousand kilograms, and their limbs were smashed and torn to pieces on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, this once peaceful haven of martial arts has been transformed into a bloody and brutal hell on earth, with not a single survivor left to breathe.

Once the agonizing screams had completely died out, the scattered limbs and broken bones were quickly washed away by the surging guards and attendants.

The strong stench of blood was forcibly suppressed by cheap sandalwood, and the smashed solid wood door was hastily replaced.

As night falls, the red lanterns of Zhonghua Pavilion are lit as usual.

Several tables of regular customers, completely unaware of this shocking murder, took their seats one after another. Looking at the unfamiliar and expressionless faces in the hall, they couldn't help but mutter in bewilderment:

"Huh? Why is there a different batch of workers?"

The group of foreign assassins, now dressed in blue robes and caps, forced stiff smiles as they placed the steaming casserole on the wooden table.

"Sir, this is our shop's newest signature meat dish. Would you like to try it?"

The diner picked up a piece of dark red, rotten meat and chewed it.

The meat was unusually fatty, and the room was filled with the sounds of diners chewing greedily.

"Great! Great meat! Today's meat has a special flavor!"

Amidst the cheers, in the dimly lit kitchen of the main hall, several skeletons, their flesh still raw and bloody, were carelessly swept into the swill bucket.

The place in the upper floor, where the martial arts legend Wuming once sat in meditation playing the erhu and comprehending the Dao of Heaven, has now been completely defiled by the overwhelming evil energy.

Jiao Luocha slumped bonelessly into the nameless rattan chair, her long fingernails twirling a piece of blood-stained purple satin between her fingers, her tongue occasionally licking the corner of her mouth, as if still savoring the lingering sensation of having just snapped human bones.

In contrast, the incredibly strong Iron Ladder Demon, despite being the elder brother, was now obediently standing beside Jiao Luocha, carrying the iron ladder made of human heads.

"Big brother," Jiao Luosha's voice was shrill and piercing, her eyes filled with a venomous, calculating glint.

"Father will soon be visiting the Central Plains, so we must eliminate the remaining martial arts masters as soon as possible."

Without even thinking, the Iron Ladder Demon exhaled a heavy breath from his nostrils:

"You say who to kill, and I'll kill them."

The beautiful demon chuckled sinisterly, her gaze piercing through the windowpane, fixed on the dark northern horizon:

"The Zhonghua Pavilion is destroyed, and Nameless is dead. In this martial world, there is still an important place we have not yet set foot in... the Outer Heaven."

"Outer Heavens?" The Iron Ladder Demon's shoulders trembled, and the heads on the iron ladder made a nauseating sound of flesh colliding.

"I heard that was the site of Xiong Ba's former residence, but now it's occupied by a kid named Duan Lang."

"Not bad." Jiao Luocha stood up gracefully, her purple embroidered cloak trailing on the still-wet wooden floor, her eyes revealing an extremely cruel killing intent.

"No matter who it is, anyone who stands in Father's way must die. Tomorrow we will go and meet this Heavenly Realm, and see what they are all capable of."