I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

These words shocked everyone present.

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing for a long time in the deep and spacious Terracotta Army Hall, causing the surrounding stone walls to tremble slightly, as if even the underground army that had been sleeping for thousands of years was turning its head.

All eyes turned to the Fire Wolf instantly, their gazes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of killing intent and bewilderment. The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Just as the Emperor was about to press his advantage, he paused, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Bu Jingyun and the Fire Wolf. In an instant, he realized something, his eyes flashing like a venomous snake's tongue, cold and sinister.

"I see..." A chilling smile curled at the corner of the Emperor's lips.

"Fire Wolf, no wonder I felt something was off about the nameless head you presented that day. So, you betrayed me!"

"Thump!"

Fire Wolf's face turned ashen, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"Your Majesty! I confess my guilt!"

"I know I deserve to die."

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes showed less of the obedience of a subordinate and more of the determination of a martial artist.

"But Nameless and Bu Jingyun are both heroes imbued with righteous spirit. My sword simply cannot betray my martial heart to cut off their heads!"

Having said that, he kowtowed heavily to the ground, his voice filled with resolute determination:

"Disobeying the holy command was entirely my doing!"

"This matter has absolutely nothing to do with the entire Fire Martial Sect. I implore Your Majesty to execute only me and not implicate the entire sect!"

Upon seeing this, the "Fire Warriors Five" were terrified and knelt down on the ground, trembling with fear.

The sect leader has angered the Emperor, and they, as disciples, will likely face certain death as well.

The trembling body, like a withered leaf in the wind, stands out against the cold stone eyes of the terracotta warrior, making it appear even more desolate.

"Hmph." The Emperor snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"I will not kill you. However, since you have made a mistake, you must pay the price."

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourselves. Kill these people from the Central Plains, and I will forgive the Fire Martial Sect's crimes."

"Hai!"

The Five Fire Warriors felt as if they had been granted a pardon. A fierce glint flashed in their eyes, and they instantly stood up, roaring as they charged towards the Dragon King and the others. Their cries were like the howls of wild beasts, filled with a desperate madness.

Only Fire Wolf remained kneeling on the ground, motionless, like a statue, his shoulders trembling slightly as if bearing immense pressure.

"Senior brother..."

Yan Ji, who had been silent all along, slowly walked to the Fire Wolf's side, knelt down as well, and gently took her senior brother's trembling hand in hers.

"Whether in life or death, Junior Sister will be with you. You did the right thing. We martial artists have principles of what we should and shouldn't do."

Fire Wolf's body trembled, and he looked up at his junior sister. A trace of emotion and guilt flashed in his eyes, which finally turned into a long sigh, a sigh like the wind passing through an ancient pine tree, carrying endless helplessness and sorrow.

The Emperor didn't even bother to look at him again, turned around, and fixed his gaze on Bu Jingyun once more.

"Bu Jingyun, you can't even protect yourself, yet you have time to meddle in other people's business?"

The Emperor grinned maliciously, and suddenly his figure flashed, instantly appearing beside an injured and fallen imperial guard.

"Heaven-Shattering Technique!"

His five fingers, like hooks, suddenly gripped the guard's head and limbs, unleashing a torrent of internal energy.

"Snap, snap!"

With a sickening cracking sound of bones breaking, the guard didn't even have time to scream before his body was crushed and compressed, instantly turning into a bloody, mangled ball of flesh!

The blood sphere shimmered with an eerie red light under the glowing pearls in the underground hall, and a foul stench filled the air, making one want to vomit.

"This is for you!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the Emperor unleashed a blood sphere formed from the flesh and blood of his guards, carrying a nauseatingly strong stench and a chilling aura, hurtling towards Bu Jingyun like a shooting star!

This strike not only contained the Emperor's profound inner strength, but also carried an extremely cruel and humiliating intent, a humiliation as sharp as a knife, aiming to completely trample on the dignity of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Bu Jingyun's face was ashen, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he slightly turned his body, his right arm seemingly slowly but actually extremely fast drawing a mysterious arc in the air.

"Overlord Sword - Sword Mark!"

The moment this sword was drawn, it was so powerful that it was silent and concealed its form. The blade swept across the void without disturbing even the slightest speck of dust. Yet, the domineering sword intent seemed to leave an eternal scar in the void, which remained solid and unyielding.

"laugh!"

A sharp, tearing sound, like tearing silk.

The spherical mass of flesh and blood hurtling towards them seemed to collide with an invisible divine weapon the instant it touched the invisible trace, and the sphere was instantly sliced ​​into countless pieces.

The force dissipated, scattering across the ground, fragments falling like raindrops, splashing up a cloud of blood mist—a scene both poignant and cruel.

Bu Jingyun's move "Sword Mark" is a technique that condenses his sword intent to the extreme, leaving behind a sharp sword aura in the void that is solidified and does not dissipate, which is specifically designed to break such powerful hidden weapons.

Although the sword energy is formless, it weighs more than ten thousand jin (a unit of weight), seemingly capable of severing all the filth in the world.

The Emperor's pupils contracted sharply, a sense of alarm rising in his mind.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

He had never seen such a bizarre move in his life. He could not detect the slightest fluctuation of energy, yet he was able to defuse the thunderous attack with ease.

Shock, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, stirred up a monstrous storm in his heart.

Bu Jingyun did not answer; his response was an even fiercer attack.

"Sword Flows Through the Clouds!"

He stretched out his arms, his whole body seemingly transforming into a drifting dark cloud. The sword energy that filled the sky was no longer as fierce and domineering as before, but instead became supple and long, flowing continuously like water and clouds, instantly blocking all of the emperor's escape routes.

This move combines strength and gentleness, possessing both the unpredictability of clouds and the ultimate softness of water. Yet, within its suppleness lies a suffocating heaviness, as if all the winds and clouds in the world have gathered here to completely engulf the opponent.

The Emperor felt as if he were trapped in a swamp, the surrounding air became incredibly viscous, and he felt heavy resistance when he tried to circulate his qi and swing his arms, causing his true qi to stagnate.

That stiffness, like shackles, bound his unparalleled martial arts skills.

"Damn it!" the Emperor roared, unleashing the full power of his Shattering Heaven Technique.

"Heaven-Shattering Technique!"

His claws danced wildly, conjuring up countless claw shadows as he tried to tear apart the clouds filling the sky.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss..."

Claw shadows and sword energy clashed fiercely in the air, producing a dense sound of tearing silk, like ten thousand arrows being fired simultaneously, or like a torrential rain hitting banana leaves, echoing throughout the entire underground hall.

However, "Sword Flowing Clouds" is just as its name suggests. Just as you can't cut water with a sword, the Emperor shattered a sword aura, and instantly more sword auras surged forth, layer upon layer, endless, as if these sword auras would never end and would completely engulf the Emperor.

Bu Jingyun moved with his sword, his entire body advancing like a ghost, his palms striking out in rapid succession, each strike precisely landing on the gap where the Emperor's old power had been exhausted and new power had not yet been generated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive palm strikes landed heavily on the Emperor's protective aura.

The Emperor grunted, his protective aura violently vibrating, causing him to stagger backward. The stone slab beneath his feet shattered, leaving a trail of deep footprints.

The footprints, as if carved by a knife and axe, testify to the ferocity of this battle.

Seeing this from afar, the emperor and his entourage were invigorated, as if they had been blessed with rain after a long drought, yet they were also deeply impressed by Bu Jingyun's unparalleled martial arts skills.

The Emperor steadied himself, his face ashen. He, the number one martial artist in Japan, had been forced into a series of defeats by a junior from the Central Plains. It was a great humiliation!

"Bu Jingyun, you do have some skill."

The Emperor's eyes turned bloodshot, and his aura suddenly surged.

Just when everyone thought he was about to fight to the death, a strange, cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to waste here with you."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure wearing a bamboo hat appeared out of thin air between the two like a whirlwind, cutting off Bu Jingyun's path.

The man slowly removed his bamboo hat, revealing a cold and familiar face. His long hair flowed freely, his eyes were empty, and he held a long sword that exuded a chilling aura in his hand—the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade!

"Junior Brother Feng?!"

Bu Jingyun's pupils shrank sharply, and his usually calm and composed face showed an unprecedented look of shock.

"Nie Feng, kill him for me!"

The Emperor coldly gave the order, then without even glancing at Bu Jingyun, he dashed off towards the glowing platform.

"Junior Brother Feng! How could you...?"

Bu Jingyun wanted to pursue the Emperor, but Nie Feng held him back.

He tried to wake Nie Feng, shouting sternly:

"Junior Brother Feng! It's Senior Brother Yun! Wake up!"

However, Nie Feng ignored his calls, his empty eyes devoid of any emotion, only filled with endless killing intent.

"kill!"

Nie Feng let out a low growl and swung his Bloodthirsty Blade out suddenly.

The Six Secrets of Frostbite—A Glimpse of Startling Cold!

A chilling blade of energy, tens of feet long and carrying a terrifying coldness capable of freezing everything, slashed down towards Bu Jingyun!

Faced with this sword strike that could freeze one's soul, Bu Jingyun dared not be careless. He suddenly crossed his arms to protect himself, and his true energy surged from his arms. He actually used his physical body to confront the divine weapon head-on.

"clang!"

The blades clashed, producing a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

The violent energy emanated from the two people and swept wildly outwards, instantly turning the stone slabs on the ground into dust. The surrounding palace pillars were also shaken and teetered on the verge of collapse. The energy was like a raging sea, sweeping across the entire hall.

"puff!"

The imperial guards and Japanese samurai, who were already seriously injured, were struck by the terrifying aftershocks of this true energy. They immediately coughed up blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings.

Even the emperor and the dragon king, who were standing nearby, were forced to retreat repeatedly by this overwhelming shockwave, and had to use their internal energy to resist it before they could regain their footing.

While trying to regain their footing, everyone was filled with trepidation.

"Such astonishing demonic energy..."

The emperor's expression was solemn, his fists clenched, and his body was filled with the true energy of imperial power, protecting his heart.

Although he was a supreme being with considerable skill in the Imperial Fist, he still felt a pang of fear in the face of such a battle that was almost divine.

On the edge of the fierce battle, two figures, under the cover of smoke and dust, silently retreated to a blind spot.

These were none other than the Emperor's capable lieutenants – "Fire Wolf" and "Flame Princess".

"Senior brother, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun have always been as close as brothers. Why would he obey His Majesty's orders and ruthlessly kill Bu Jingyun?"

Yan Ji stared at the figure attacking like a demon god in the arena, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Fire Wolf frowned, his gaze complex as he stared into Nie Feng's blood-red eyes, and said in a low voice:

"It's the Nine-Turn Heart Pill."

"Nine-Turn Heart Pill?" Yan Ji was taken aback, then her expression changed slightly.

"The legendary forbidden drug for controlling the mind?"

"Not bad," Fire Wolf said in a deep voice.

"This elixir is domineering and insidious, specifically designed to corrupt the mind. Those who take it will gradually lose their minds and eventually become mere killing puppets who only know how to obey orders."

"It is said that with each dose, the drug's potency increases, and after nine doses, the patient will become a complete zombie, obedient to any command."

"Nie Feng has taken it no less than twice."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ji felt a chill run down her spine and whispered:

"Your Majesty has resorted to such methods for the sake of your ambition... Nie Feng, a hero of his generation, has now fallen to such a state, it's truly..."

Fire Wolf sighed softly and interrupted:

"Junior sister, watch your words."

"Your Majesty may act ruthlessly, but as your subjects, all we need to do is be loyal."

"But... this approach is truly disheartening."

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness and worry in each other's eyes. This worry, like a dark cloud, lingered in their hearts for a long time.