I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bu Jingyun and the emperor's entourage were blocked by a pile of rubble.

Piles of rubble, layer upon layer, formed a formidable barrier across the deep passage, blocking all paths. The air was thick with the smell of dust and faint traces of gunpowder, making one's chest feel heavy.

"Damn it! These Japanese have cut off their own escape route!"

The Dragon King looked at the mountain of rubble before him, his face extremely grim.

The passage was already narrow, and now that it has been bombed, clearing a path through it will be a long and arduous task.

The rubble was layered and tightly packed together, forming an insurmountable chasm that even the most skilled martial artist would find difficult to break through in a short time.

Bu Jingyun's face was ashen. He slowly walked to the pile of rubble blocking the road, but did not act rashly.

His gaze swept across the rock walls on both sides with lightning speed, then he stretched out his left hand, placed it on the cold stone wall, and slowly moved it over the surface.

Wherever your palm touches, you can almost hear the pulse deep within the mountains and rocks.

Bu Jingyun's fingertips trembled slightly, as if he were conversing with the ancient rock wall, searching for the only glimmer of hope.

Suddenly, he slightly bent his knuckles and tapped a spot on the stone wall a few times. The sound was dull, yet it carried a hint of emptiness.

A sharp glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes, and he coldly shouted:

"Step back."

Upon hearing this, the emperor and his group of experts retreated several feet in unison, clearing a large open space.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at that aloof figure, wondering what earth-shattering method he would use to break this deadlock.

Bu Jingyun focused his energy on his dantian, and his sleeves billowed without wind. A powerful and unparalleled cloud of energy instantly condensed in his palms, his palm strength contained yet not revealed. The surrounding air seemed to become thick and heavy, like dark clouds pressing down, with the power of thunder brewing in his palms.

drink!

"Overwhelming!"

Bu Jingyun exhaled and slammed his palms heavily against the rock wall. This strike was as powerful as thunder and as heavy as a thousand pounds. Wherever the palm wind reached, it was as if mountains collapsed and the world changed color.

With a deafening roar like thunder, rocks flew through the air and dust billowed up. The seemingly indestructible, seemingly indestructible stone wall was actually blasted apart by this earth-shattering blow, leaving a wide, broken wall large enough for several people to walk side by side.

A deep, cold wind swept in, dispersing the dust and smoke. The wind was like a knife, scraping the skin painfully, but it also brought a glimmer of hope for the future.

Deep inside the Terracotta Army Hall.

The Emperor's eyes burned with increasing greed. Just as he was about to head to the glowing cave to investigate, his greed spread like wildfire, as if he wanted to devour the fortune of the Central Plains in one gulp.

Just then, a figure shot out from behind like a thunderbolt, carrying a terrifying killing intent, and instantly arrived behind the Emperor!

"Um?"

The Emperor's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively withdrew his hand and retreated, his body flashing to the left. In the process of dodging, his movements were as strange as a ghost, and his robes fluttered.

"laugh--!"

An invisible sword aura grazed his sleeve, leaving a deep, bottomless crack in the hard ground.

The cracks, like ink dragons, roamed, exuding an unparalleled and domineering sharpness.

Bu Jingyun appeared, wielding no sword, yet radiating an overwhelming sword intent, as if he had transformed into a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The sword intent surged like a sea of ​​clouds, or pressed down like a mountain, making it impossible to look directly at.

"Overlord Sword!"

Bu Jingyun looked up and let out a cold, inhuman howl in the night, then brought his two fingers together to form a sword and slashed fiercely through the air.

In an instant, a bone-chilling wind swept through the previously deathly silent Terracotta Army Hall.

The sky was filled with sword energy, like a surging black sea and dark clouds pressing down, carrying a devastating force that could tear apart the heart and shatter the spirits, and it descended upon the Emperor's gate.

This sword emphasizes intent over technique; each invisible, domineering sword blade is as heavy as an ancient abyss, possessing unparalleled power.

The sword energy whistled as it cut through the holes, bringing with it faint sounds of dragon roars and ghostly wails, as if it wanted to shred this dim and gloomy underground world to pieces!

"What domineering swordsmanship!"

A hint of amazement and solemnity flashed in the Emperor's eyes. As a top expert in Japan, he had a very high level of insight and could naturally see the extraordinary nature of this sword technique.

This is no ordinary technique, but a "sword way" that perfectly integrates one's own essence, energy, and spirit with the great power of heaven and earth!

"It's a pity you're too young!"

The Emperor sneered, his figure swaying like a ghost, moving freely through the net of swords, not a single leaf touching him.

His movements were incredibly unpredictable, as if aided by an invisible ninjutsu. Each dodge was like a fish playing in the waves, leaving viewers in awe.

The emperor and his entourage arrived shortly after and rushed into the main hall.

The Emperor's gaze swept across the area, instantly locking onto the Central Plains Emperor dressed in dragon robes; his eyes gleamed brightly.

"The Emperor of the Central Plains? Perfect timing!"

Ignoring Bu Jingyun's entanglement, he twisted his body and abandoned Bu Jingyun, pouncing towards the Emperor of the Central Plains like an eagle hunting a rabbit.

With each strike, a wave of killing intent surged forth, intent on capturing the supreme ruler of the Central Plains in one fell swoop.

"Protect the Emperor!"

The spy was horrified and tried to help, but it was too late. His voice echoed in the underground hall, trembling with despair.

Despite being startled by the terrifying aura approaching, the Emperor of the Central Plains remained calm and roared, unleashing his royal secret technique.

"Royal Fist - Reign Supreme!"

He lowered his waist and stepped forward, unleashing a powerful and mighty imperial fist like a raging dragon emerging from the sea!

A powerful, golden aura surged forth from his body, carrying an imposing and inviolable majesty, attempting to shatter the Emperor's evil attack with its majestic imperial power.

"Hmph, all show and no substance!"

The Emperor snorted disdainfully, twisted his body strangely in mid-air, easily dodging the Emperor's punch, and then his feet fell heavily to the ground as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.

"Bang!"

A deep, muffled thud resounded in the cave. The Emperor's feet, filled with the ambitions of barbarians beyond the borders, landed firmly on the shoulders of the Supreme Being of the Central Plains, like two unshakeable pillars of heaven!

"Well--"

The emperor, the supreme ruler, felt as if the weight of Mount Tai had suddenly pressed down on the bones of his shoulders, causing excruciating pain that pierced his very bones.

His eyes bulged with rage. Even though he had pushed his Royal Fist True Qi to its limit, he was ultimately no match for this utterly humiliating and absolute power. His knees buckled, and he was forced down inch by inch, crashing to his knees on the cold bluestone ground.

The deafening crash of the kneecap shattering the stone slab was like the mountains and rivers weeping blood and the nation collapsing, echoing mournfully throughout the entire underground Terracotta Army Hall, making those who heard it want to tear their eyes out.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, this so-called "Royal Fist" appears utterly pale and powerless.

"His Majesty!"

This scene made the commander of the Imperial Guards and others' eyes widen in horror. The dignified ruler of the Central Plains was so humiliated by a foreign race. The shame was like a knife, cutting into their hearts and causing them to bleed.

"You bastard, this is outrageous!"

The Dragon King roared and charged forward first, followed closely by the Dragon Sleeves and Phoenix Dance and the Imperial Secret Agents, who unleashed a variety of unique skills and killing moves, attacking the Emperor's vital points.

The offensive was like a raging storm, carrying with it the last vestiges of dignity of the Central Plains martial arts world.

"A bunch of ants."

The Emperor stood on the Emperor's shoulders, looking down at the crowd with disdain in his eyes.

With a wave of his sleeve, a vast and powerful surge of true energy erupted like a tsunami.

"boom!"

The Dragon King and his men, who were at the forefront, felt an unparalleled force crashing down on them. They coughed up blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the terracotta army formation in the distance, shattering a pile of terracotta warriors.

The sound of shattering pottery was like rain pattering on banana leaves, utterly desolate.

"Stop your arrogance!"

Bu Jingyun roared and sprang up again, his palms clenched, the domineering "Overlord Sword" sword intent sharper than any divine weapon.

"Overlord Sword!"

He used his palm as a sword, sweeping it across the air. This strike had no fancy variations or fixed moves; it was simply pure, domineering, and heavy.

A black river of clouds seemed to appear in the air, and the sword energy flowed continuously like water, yet was as heavy as mercury, rolling down towards the Emperor.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the stone slabs cracked inch by inch, and the air emitted a piercing explosion, as if even heaven and earth were about to be cleaved apart by this sword.

The Emperor's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his hands formed claws, and his fingertips emitted a chilling dark light.

"Heaven-Shattering Technique!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his claws reaching into the surging river of swords like ghosts.

A series of crisp, ringing sounds rang out as the invincible sword energy was crushed by a pair of fleshy hands.

As it was shattered, sparks flew everywhere, like a meteor shower in the night sky—beautiful yet cruel.

Bu Jingyun's right arm swept out like an iron whip, bringing with it a muffled whooshing sound. Although it was an arm, it exuded a sharp sword intent capable of cleaving mountains.

The Emperor snorted coldly, slightly shifting his body to avoid the attack. At the same time, his right hand formed a claw, his five fingers like hooks, and he swiftly reached for Bu Jingyun's wrist pulse point.

If this "Heaven-Shattering Hand" strike lands squarely, Bu Jingyun's entire hand will be crippled.

Bu Jingyun changed his move extremely quickly. With a flick of his wrist, he advanced instead of retreating, turning his sweeping motion into a thrust. His five fingers came together like a sword, aiming straight for the Emperor's throat.

It's a fighting style that's completely risking their lives, extremely domineering.

A strange light flashed in the Emperor's eyes. He had no choice but to withdraw his attack and defend, crossing his palms in front of his chest to block Bu Jingyun's strike.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud followed, followed by a surge of energy.

Bu Jingyun felt an extremely insidious internal force penetrate his arm and enter his meridians, attempting to tear apart his true energy.

He grunted, channeled his inner force, and forcibly expelled the strange true energy. The moment it was expelled, a faint popping sound rang out in the air.

The Emperor was also not in good shape. He was shaken by Bu Jingyun's heavy sword intent, which caused his blood and qi to churn. The stone slab under his feet shattered with a "crack", and he slid back three feet.

As it slid backward, it left a deep footprint, as if carved by a knife.

The Emperor steadied himself, his eyes blazing with killing intent. He blurred into a blur, his claws flashing as he unleashed eighteen strikes, enveloping Bu Jingyun's vital points.

The claw shadows, like countless ghostly hands, carried a sinister force, aiming to tear their opponent to shreds.

Facing the endless net of vicious claws, Bu Jingyun's eyes were as cold and deep as an ancient, icy pool.

His feet were firmly planted in the bluestone floor like two iron towers, neither dodging nor avoiding. His arms were like a sealed barrier, and the continuous cloud-dispelling palm strikes were like surging waves crashing against the shore. Each strike accurately intercepted the Emperor's ferocious claw shadow at its vital point.

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

The muffled thuds of fists colliding were as dense as a torrential downpour. The two fought with lightning speed, each move aimed directly at the other's vital points without holding back. In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged more than thirty blows.

The violent winds generated by the collision of true energy were like countless invisible blades cutting everywhere, causing the terracotta army that had stood for thousands of years to tremble and flake off under this oppressive force.

In the dim, flickering firelight, it seemed as if this ancient, silent underground army of iron and blood was about to open its furious eyes and be drawn into this earth-shattering, deadly predicament.

Seeing that they couldn't get involved, the Dragon King, Feng Wu, and Long Xiu vented their anger on the Emperor's attendants.

All three are top experts of their time, and their combined power is astonishing.

"Die, you Japanese pirates!"

The Dragon King roared and unleashed his full power, instantly locking onto the Fire Wolf.

Feng Wu and Long Xiu attacked from both sides, blocking all of the Fire Wolf's escape routes.

The sword light was like a phoenix dancing in the sky, carrying unparalleled arrow intent and sword brilliance, aiming to kill this Japanese demon in one fell swoop.

Fire Wolf seemed preoccupied, his moves were hesitant, he only defended and did not attack. Now, facing the siege of three masters, he was in grave danger.

It looked like the Dragon King was about to smash the Fire Wolf's skull with one palm.

"stop!"

While engaged in a fierce battle with the Emperor, Bu Jingyun, amidst the chaos, turned around and struck with a palm, a gentle force that sent the Dragon King back several steps, saving the Fire Wolf.

"This person must not be killed!"