I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The training ground was filled with the stench of blood, resembling a vivid, ink-wash painting of carnage.

Severed limbs and broken arms lay scattered on the ground like withered leaves and fallen flowers. The warm blood, still fresh, was slowly flowing into a river along the ancient stone slabs, its crimson color like the sunset staining the snowfield, exuding a chilling and poignant beauty.

Dozens of Japanese assassins, along with the two grandmaster-level masters, Iron Ladder Demon and Sakura, have now all been reduced to these mutilated pieces of flesh, their features and limbs brutally removed.

In the heart of this horrific carnage, only a little girl stood quietly, dressed in pristine white, like a plum blossom blooming against the frost, standing alone amidst this sea of ​​blood.

Jiang Qingge stared at a drop of blood on her fair fingertip, her brows furrowed tightly, as if the brutal slaughter she had just witnessed was nothing more than accidentally stepping into a mud puddle.

"Oh dear, you've made a mess of things all over the floor."

She muttered and waved her little hands, her clear childish voice filled with unhappiness, echoing amidst the pool of blood.

Jiang Qingge turned her head, her large eyes clear and innocent, yet tinged with a hint of annoyance, staring intently at Xiong Ba:

"Grandpa Xiongba, wasn't Qingge too gentle when she was beating up the bad guys?"

"Uh... huh?"

Xiong Ba's mouth was agape, his throat felt like it was stuffed with a tangled mess, and apart from the cold air escaping from him, he couldn't utter a single word. His old face was already ashen with fear.

"Master said that beating up bad guys should be like sweeping the floor, you have to sweep them clean in one go."

Jiang Qingge ignored his fear, instead looking down at the "blood and flesh pile" on the ground, her little mouth pouting in dissatisfaction, and muttering to herself.

"I didn't aim properly just now, and those bastards are still wriggling around on the ground like big gray worms, it's disgusting."

"If Master sees how messy I've made the floor, he'll definitely spank my hands again..."

She lay in a pool of blood, angrily complaining that she hadn't "cleaned up properly." Her childish temper contrasted sharply with the mangled remains on the ground, terrifying Xiong Ba so much that he collapsed like a limp rag doll, barely able to cover his groin. He felt a chill creeping down his lower body, as if this innocent little rascal might mistake him for a "big gray worm" and slash him off at any moment.

hum!

The once deathly silent training ground was now rippled slightly in the air like water.

An indescribable, vast aura descended from nowhere.

This aura was vast and transcendent, carrying an absolute sense of superiority originating from the level of life itself. It caused the flow of the filthy blood on the ground to stop instantly, as if even heaven and earth bowed down in submission to this aura.

Xiong Ba shuddered, but upon recognizing the familiar, vast aura, his pale face instantly relaxed.

He lay sprawled out to the side like a talisman that had finally found its savior, panting heavily, his cloudy old eyes filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.

The illusory image solidified, and three figures slowly emerged.

The leader, dressed in pristine white, with a handsome, sculpted face and deep, starry eyes, was none other than Jiang Chen.

Beside him, the Second Dream was as gentle as an ancient pool, as serene as a mountain mist, and the two women followed closely behind, their flowing robes exuding an otherworldly, ethereal air.

The three returned from their travels, but as soon as they landed, they smelled an aura of killing intent so strong it was almost tangible, like the lingering effects of a bloody battle that lasted for a long time.

"Master."

The moment Jiang Qingge's cold and desolate eyes saw Jiang Chen, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared.

She didn't bother wiping the blood from her fingertips and quickly stepped forward. A hint of dependence and longing, like a child returning home, appeared on her usually cold face. Her small figure looked particularly petite in the sea of ​​blood, yet it was incredibly resolute.

She tilted her exquisitely beautiful yet aloof face upwards, eagerly grabbing Jiang Chen's sleeve and chattering away:

"Master, you're finally back! A whole bunch of ugly monsters dressed in black came to our house and caused trouble!"

"They brought a big iron ladder and tattered rags, and they still wanted to bully Grandpa Xiongba."

"Qingge is such a good girl. She remembers what her master said: anyone who dares to dirty our Tianwaitian will be swept away like trash."

"Master, look! Qingge has cleaned up all the bad guys for you!"

Looking at the Japanese people who had been cut into "blood mounds" on the ground, Second Dream and Youruo exchanged a glance and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Looking at the little girl in front of them, who chattered like a little bird but whose methods of killing were almost brutal, they felt a sense of shock and couldn't help but feel a bit of pity.

The extreme innocence and terrifying killing in her body merged into a chilling contrast that made one's scalp crawl.

Jiang Qingge seemed to remember something, raised her blood-stained little finger to point to the pile of the smallest pieces of flesh, frowned, and continued to complain with a look of disgust:

"Among this group of ugly freaks, there's a particularly lewd and wicked guy—he's the most disgusting!"

"He was laughing and unbuckling his belt while talking to Qingge, it was disgusting!"

"Qingge hates unclean things that take off their pants and fart anywhere. So, she'll first use the tip of her sword to shave off his dirty bugs, and then turn him into pieces..."

Jiang Chen remained completely unmoved upon hearing this.

Such behavior is indeed very much in line with the character of the Japanese people in his memory: despicable, lewd and without any bottom line. Even if they changed worlds, their inherent evil nature remained unchanged, just like the filthy currents in the underworld that never dissipate.

"Well done!"

Second Dream's eyes instantly turned as cold as the dead of winter, and sword energy flickered around her.

"These shameless Japanese bastards, these perverts, how dare they come to our house and act like thugs! If it were me, I'd chop off his thing and feed it to the wild dogs. He'd be lucky to die a thousand times!"

You Ruo also snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent:

"Qingge, you were too lenient! What's the point of killing this pervert who dares to take his pants off in front of a little girl with a single sword strike? You should have severed all his tendons, hung him naked in the ravine behind the mountain, and slowly tortured him to death!"

Jiang Chen glanced at his two indignant wives, then looked down at Jiang Qingge's small hands, which were stained with dark red and were fidgeting nervously.

"What a bunch of despicable scoundrels who deserve to die."

Jiang Chen spoke calmly, his tone devoid of any murderous intent, only revealing his utter disgust and loathing for such scum:

"The blood of these bedbugs left at the front door is really smelly and disgusting, and it's a real eyesore."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wide robe sleeves fluttered gently in the wind.

call--

An invisible breeze, accompanied by divine energy, swept across the entire area in an instant.

The wind doesn't melt the ice; it erases it completely.

The next moment, a shocking scene unfolded:

The stench of dismembered limbs, the boneless stumps, and even the filthy blood seeping into the deepest crevices of the rocks on the training ground vanished in an instant, leaving not a trace of dust. Only a faint fragrance of grass and trees remained in the world, as if the bloody storm just now was nothing but a dream.

In the blink of an eye, the once bloody and pungent hell became pure white jade again, with only a faint fragrance of grass and trees in the air. The mountain breeze blew and the pines rustled, as if there had never been any killing.

Xiong Ba watched from the side, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. The way he rewrote the traces of the world with a wave of his hand, this almost miraculous method, once again shattered his understanding of martial arts. He felt that what he had learned in his life was nothing more than the trivial skills of a frog in a well.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Jiang Qingge, who was standing in front of him with her clothes fluttering.

His previously tense expression softened somewhat after hearing his disciple's words.

He reached out and gently patted Jiang Qingge's delicate, porcelain-like head.

"Knowing how to protect our home and not let outsiders bully us, that's what makes a good student of yours."

Jiang Chen's eyes were full of protective tenderness; he didn't care at all about the terrifying chaos she had just created.

"No matter how ruthless we are in dealing with these arrogant Japanese, it's their own fault."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingge, who had been drooping her head, suddenly raised it, her big eyes instantly filling with surprise and admiration.

"Master...you don't blame Qingge for being too murderous?"

"It's just killing a few Japanese beasts, why would I have the intention to kill them?"

Jiang Chen spoke calmly, yet like a strict master offering guidance, he gently pointed out...

"But your swordsmanship is still a bit lacking. Remember, next time you strike, your sword must be three times faster, so that you kill without drawing blood. And whatever you do, don't make a mess of the ground like you did today."

"Qingge has remembered!"

The little girl nodded emphatically, her smile exceptionally bright.

"Father, were you hurt just now?"

You Ruo quickly walked to Xiong Ba, who was slumped to the side, reached out and helped him up, while also patting the dust off his robe.

Seeing him trembling so much he could barely stand, I felt a pang of sympathy mixed with amusement:

"You too, you've seen it all in your life, what kind of storms haven't you weathered? How come you're so terrified by a few Japanese thieves today?"

"Petty thieves? Do you think I'm afraid of a few petty thieves?!"

With his daughter's help, Xiong Ba shakily managed to stand up straight. He glanced in horror at the little girl who was skipping and jumping with Jiang Chen's hand, and frantically wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, his voice trembling.

"I'm afraid of you little devils!"

"I've roamed the world for most of my life, and I consider myself a ruthless and vicious demon. But compared to this girl's methods of dismembering flesh and bones..."

"All the evil deeds I committed in the past were actually acts of good deeds and accumulating merit!!"

Upon confirming that her father had simply been intimidated by his perverted little apprentice, You Ruo couldn't help but chuckle.

Jiang Chen slightly curled the corners of his mouth, leading his two beautiful wives and his troublesome little disciple side by side toward the Supreme Elder's Pavilion in the back mountain, leaving only Xiong Ba, whose worldview had been completely crushed, still standing on that strangely clean stone slab, continuing to gasp for breath.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the shore of the East China Sea, there is a desolate coast.

The sea breeze is bleak, swirling up thousands of piles of snow.

Thick fog shrouded the sea, like a mysterious veil, obscuring the truth from reality.

"Splash—"

The giant ship broke through the fog; its black armor was as dark as ink, exuding a chilling sense of oppression, and slowly approached the shore.

Dozens of figures stood atop the bow of the ship, each exuding a sinister aura.

The leader, clad in imperial robes, possessed a dignified yet shrewd demeanor; he was none other than the overlord of Japan—the Emperor.

Behind him, to his left stood the arrogant red-haired Fire Wolf, and to his right stood the alluring and bloodthirsty Flame Princess; both were top-tier killing machines under the Emperor's command.

Further behind were the Five Fire Warriors, five young men wielding curved swords, exuding murderous intent, surrounding a tall man with a blank expression.

Nie Feng stood blankly in the corner, his eyes vacant, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

The Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the rocky beach like lightning, but he did not receive the expected call for help.

"Um?"

"According to the plan, the Iron Ladder Demon and the Beautiful Rakshasa have already infiltrated the Central Plains and should be here today to provide support. Why are they nowhere to be seen?"

The surroundings were eerily quiet; apart from the sound of the waves, there wasn't a trace of human presence.

A strong sense of foreboding instantly enveloped this Japanese overlord.

"Something has changed..." A fierce glint flashed in the Emperor's eyes.

"No matter what happens, now that I have set foot in the Central Plains, I will teach the martial arts world here what the true Heaven-Shattering Technique is!"

"Landing!"

With a command given, the Emperor took the lead, his figure like a giant roc spreading its wings to seize the coast.

Fire Wolf, Flame Princess, and Fire Warrior followed closely behind, and the group disappeared into the depths of the thick fog, leaving only an empty giant ship bobbing alone on the waves.