I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The capital city, at the top of the Forbidden City.

Inside the Golden Palace, the candlelight shone brightly, illuminating the carved dragon and phoenix beams and pillars, making it resemble a shimmering sea of ​​blood.

The current emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, reviewing memorials in his hands. His brows were furrowed, as if he had something on his mind, and a sense of impending doom was faintly revealed in his imperial countenance.

Suddenly, a dark figure darted into the hall like a ghost, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a hurried, low voice:

"Report! This is a secret report sent by express courier, covering an 800-li distance!"

The emperor paused, his vermilion brush in hand, and looked up, his gaze piercing:

"speak."

The figure in black was the commander of the Imperial Guard's secret agents, yet he was sweating profusely, clearly indicating that the news he had brought was of great importance. Beads of sweat slid down his temples, gleaming with a chilling fear in the candlelight.

"The Emperor of Japan... has appeared on the Divine Continent!"

"What?!" The emperor abruptly stood up, the memorial in his hand falling to the ground with a sharp, piercing sound.

"How many people have arrived? Is it a massive army pressing in? Where is my navy? Why was there no warning?!"

Japan has long coveted the Central Plains. If a large army were to invade, it would be a crisis for the nation, and the country would be overthrown in an instant.

The spy immediately kowtowed:

"Your Majesty, it is not a large army. According to our scouts, there are only a few dozen people accompanying them."

"Dozens of people?"

Upon hearing this, the emperor's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but the suspicion in his eyes deepened, as if an invisible sword hung over his head.

"The Emperor of Japan, without a large army, ventured deep into the Central Plains with only a few dozen men? What was the strength of these men?"

"They are all top-tier masters with profound and unfathomable auras!"

The spy spoke in a deep voice, his words echoing in the empty hall, carrying a hint of ominous tremor.

The emperor sat back on his dragon throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, and pondered:

"He only brought his most skilled fighters... what is his intention? Could he be plotting to assassinate me?"

"This..." the spy hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Your Majesty, the strange thing is this. After the Emperor and his entourage landed, they did not head towards the capital, but instead... headed south."

"southward?"

The emperor muttered to himself, his mind flashing rapidly through a map of the south.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented terror that swallowed up all the emperor's majesty like an abyss.

"Southern China...Leshan...Lingyun Cave!!"

"Oh no! His target is the dragon vein!!"

The emperor slammed his hand on the dragon throne and roared,

"By imperial decree! General Qi is ordered to immediately muster 100,000 elite troops and proceed swiftly to Lingyun Cave in Leshan!"

"No matter the cost, we must never allow the Japanese to set foot in Lingyun Cave!!"

After speaking, the emperor's sword-like eyebrows shot up, and his whole body suddenly erupted with an overwhelming and unstoppable imperial aura, which was none other than the royal ultimate technique that dominated the world—the Imperial Fist!

He shouted in a deep voice:

"Immediately gather all the imperial spies and escort me ahead of me to intercept and assassinate the Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, the commander of the secret agents was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly and said in a trembling voice:

"Your Majesty is of inestimable worth; how can you venture into the perilous world of martial arts! The Japanese traitors possess unpredictable and treacherous martial arts skills; I implore Your Majesty to reconsider!"

"Think it over?"

The emperor, enraged to the point of laughter, unleashed the fierce and domineering power of his imperial fist, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker wildly, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar to echo.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking, and uttered each word with a voice as powerful as thunder from the heavens:

"All that the sun and moon shine upon is my land! How dare these mere barbarians from beyond the borders defile the dragon veins of my divine land! Prepare the horses!"

The Leshan Giant Buddha, in front of the Lingyun Cave.

The river surged and crashed against the ancient stone walls, roaring like thunder.

The Buddha's body stands majestically, gazing down upon this ancient mortal world, exuding a murderous aura akin to that of a demon.

The Emperor and his entourage went straight to the entrance of Lingyun Cave, which was as deep and dark as the mouth of a giant beast, spewing out rolling heat waves.

"Leave half your men to guard outside the cave. Anyone who trespasses will be killed on sight!"

The Emperor gave the order in a cold voice, his tone like a blade slicing through cold iron.

"Hai!"

Dozens of Japanese experts responded in unison, quickly dispersing and hiding among the rocks and bushes around the cave entrance, watching their surroundings warily, their sinister eyes flashing with a cold, venomous light.

After arranging the guards, the Emperor, along with Fire Wolf, Flame Princess, the Five Fire Warriors, Nie Feng, and others, strode into the deep and unfathomable Lingyun Cave.

The cave was a maze of passages, and the heat was intense. The group ventured deep into the cave for a long time, but they still couldn't find any trace of the legendary fire unicorn that guarded the dragon vein. It was as if the ferocious beast had vanished into thin air, leaving only the faint firelight on the rock walls, which cast an eerie blood-red glow.

In a dense forest outside Lingyun Cave, several figures were hidden among the lush branches and leaves of several towering ancient trees.

The leader, dressed in casual clothes, still exuded an air of nobility; he was none other than the current emperor.

Beside him, not only were there several cold-eyed imperial spies, but also several martial arts masters with impressive auras, including the Dragon King of the Giant Whale Gang, and the chivalrous couple Long Xiu and Feng Wu.

From their elevated position, they could clearly see through the gaps in the branches and leaves the heavily guarded Japanese soldiers at the cave entrance below, their formidable presence as solid as an iron wall, their murderous aura reaching the heavens.

"It seems they've already gone in."

The Dragon King lowered his voice, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He secretly gathered strength in his palms, which were already filled with the violent palm power to split rocks and shatter stone tablets.

The emperor's expression was grave as he turned to look at the chief of secret agents beside him:

"Commander Dao, how long until General Qi's army arrives?"

The head of the secret service wiped the cold sweat from his brow and whispered:

"Your Majesty, even with a full-speed march, it will probably take another half a day to arrive."

"Half a day...that's too long!" A resolute glint flashed in the emperor's eyes, like a warrior burning his boats in desperation.

"Half a day is enough for them to find the dragon vein! Once the dragon vein is damaged, the fortune of our land will surely decline, and the country will collapse. I will then be ashamed before my ancestors!"

"The people left behind by the enemy are all highly skilled, their auras are all concealed..."

Feng Wu said with some concern, her delicate hand already resting quietly on the magnificent longbow on her back, her fingertips lightly hooking the bowstring, ready to fire but not yet released.

"We can't worry about that now!"

The emperor crossed his palms, unleashing a powerful burst of imperial fist energy that shot straight downwards.

"The imperial court and the martial arts world are not on the same side, but today a foreign enemy is in power, plotting to seize the lifeblood of our Chinese nation! I urge you all to set aside past grievances and join me in this perilous journey! Kill!"

Before he finished speaking, he took the lead and transformed into a golden-scaled dragon-like afterimage, leaping directly down from the treetop, which was more than ten feet high!

"kill!!"

Seeing this, the Dragon King, Dragon Sleeve, Phoenix Dance and the others no longer hesitated. They roared and pounced on the Japanese guards at the cave entrance like eagles hunting rabbits. Their roars startled the birds roosting in the forest, and the wind and clouds changed color.

"Enemy attack!!"

The Japanese experts below reacted extremely quickly, instantly sensing the murderous intent overhead.

"Baka! He's from the Central Plains!"

The two sides clashed instantly, engaging in a fierce battle where the flashing blades and shadows created a blood-red storm.

The moment the fight began, the emperor and his entourage's expressions changed.

The dozens of Japanese samurai who remained behind were all at the peak of the Innate Realm or Grandmaster level!

Moreover, their martial arts style is extremely unpredictable, their movements are as elusive as ghosts, sometimes hiding in the shadows, sometimes spewing out poisonous smoke and hidden weapons, making them impossible to defend against.

This is a unique ninjutsu technique from Japan!

"ah--!"

Just as a top-tier imperial guard deflected a long sword from the front, a dark figure suddenly appeared from behind and slashed his throat with a single blow. He screamed and fell to the ground, his blood spurting out like blooming red plum blossoms.

Long Xiu drew his longsword and charged into the enemy ranks, while Feng Wu leaped in mid-air to create distance. The sound of bowstrings vibrating like a sudden rainstorm rang out, and several cold arrows, like shooting stars, shot out in quick succession.

However, faced with a constant stream of bizarre attacks and ninja illusions, the longsword was in grave danger, and the flying arrows frequently missed their mark, gradually making it difficult to defend itself.

Even the Dragon King, who possessed the highest martial arts skills, was tightly entangled by three Japanese masters skilled in combined attacks, making it difficult for him to break free for the time being. His dragon-roar-like palm winds were gradually worn down by the ninja techniques of shadowy shadows.

The situation suddenly turned in Japan's favor!

Rumble!

The clear sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds gathered, and thunder rumbled, as if the heavens were enraged and wanted to wash away the bloodshed on earth with divine punishment.

Everyone instinctively looked up and saw a towering figure, like a god or demon, standing amidst the thick clouds. His long hair danced wildly in the wind, like a god of war descending from the heavens.

The next moment, a figure leaped down!

The man moved with the speed of a cloud, landing silently in the center of the crowd. He wore a simple coarse cloth robe, his expression was as cold as ice, and there was an unparalleled sharpness between his brows that looked down on the world.

Before anyone could see his face clearly, he moved with incredible speed, like a fleeting cloud, weaving through the ranks of the Japanese ninjas.

Clouds surged and palm shadows filled the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the Japanese ninjas, who had rendered the imperial guards and martial arts masters helpless, exploded and died before they could even scream, turning into a cloud of blood mist that spread out in the clouds, resembling a tragic and beautiful painting of carnage.

The entire room fell silent.

The Dragon King stared intently at the figure, feeling a chill run straight to the top of his head and a coldness creep down his spine.

"This aura..." The Dragon King's voice trembled, his eyes filled with shock.

"A Grandmaster! It's actually a Grandmaster!!"

After dealing with these small fry, Bu Jingyun didn't even glance at the crowd. He strode towards the entrance of Lingyun Cave, his back as steady as a mountain, yet carrying a chilling loneliness.

"That back view... it looks just like its owner..."

Feng Wu murmured to herself, her expression complex, with tears glistening in her eyes.

"Yes, that righteous spirit is exactly like that of the master."

The Dragon King was also deeply moved, his voice trembling slightly in the wind.

It turns out that after the battle at Wushen Jue Palace, the martial arts legend Wuming saw that Bu Jingyun had excellent talent and was not bad at heart, so he made an exception and took him in as his last disciple.

Today, Bu Jingyun has already shown some of the demeanor of a grandmaster of swordsmanship, and his Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique has reached a state of perfection.

"Your Majesty, we..."

The commander of the imperial secret service stepped forward, wanting to ask for instructions, but his voice trembled slightly.

As the emperor watched Bu Jingyun's figure disappear into the cave entrance, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. But in an instant, that hesitation was replaced by a resolute determination, a determination like an emperor's final desperate gamble.

"The dragon vein concerns the very survival of my dynasty; it must not be lost!" The emperor took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice.

"Although Bu Jingyun is strong, two hands cannot fight four. Moreover, the Fire Qilin is lurking in the cave, ready to pounce. As the Son of Heaven, how can I be afraid of death and stand idly by?"

"Your Majesty..." The commander of the secret agents was about to dissuade him.

The emperor, however, waved his hand dismissively, interrupting him:

"No need for further words! Gentlemen, follow me into the cave! Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, I'll still brave it!"

Without further hesitation, the group followed in Bu Jingyun's footsteps and rushed into the unfathomable Lingyun Cave.

The cave entrance, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, swallowed them all up, leaving only the howling wind outside, as if playing the prelude to the earth-shattering battle to come.