I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The battle was raging on the field.

The fierce battle was like a raging storm, or like crashing waves. The entire Terracotta Army Hall seemed to have been transformed into a living hell, with powerful energy surging and stone chips flying everywhere.

The light of the luminous pearl flickered in the dust and smoke, reflecting a scene of utter carnage.

Nie Feng had already fallen into demonic possession, and now, under the influence of the drug, he had completely lost his mind.

His Snow Drinking Blade moved with wide, sweeping strokes, each strike imbued with devastating demonic energy, each move deadly and merciless.

The blade flashed like a black dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a chilling aura and endless killing intent.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the stone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, and the terracotta warriors crumbled into dust, as if even the ancient, slumbering underground army had been awakened by this demonic blade.

"Demon Blade - Demonic Energy Abounds!"

Nie Feng roared, his demonic energy surging and transforming into countless hideous ghost faces, which, accompanied by chilling sword energy, swept towards Bu Jingyun.

The demonic face bared its teeth and roared, as if it were a vengeful spirit from the deepest hell, ready to devour all life in the world.

Bu Jingyun frowned. Faced with Nie Feng's reckless fighting style, he couldn't bring himself to retaliate. This was his beloved Junior Brother Feng!

The bond between the two brothers was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his sword heart and causing it to ache, yet he could not sever it.

"The Phantom of the Clouds!"

Bu Jingyun moved like a ghost through the gaps in the blade energy, avoiding its sharpness.

His movements were elusive, like clouds and shadows, each dodge fraught with danger. The blade's energy grazed his clothes, bringing a chill, yet it could never harm him in the slightest.

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

While dodging, Bu Jingyun anxiously shouted, trying to bring Nie Feng back to his senses.

The cries were filled with endless sorrow and reluctance, like the desolation of a swordsman facing his loved ones but having no choice but to draw his sword against them.

However, he was met only with an even more ferocious attack.

"The Demon Blade—Demonic Paths Run Rampant!"

Nie Feng ignored him, and swept his long sword out horizontally. A jet-black sword light, tens of feet long, stretched across the sky, as if to split the world in two.

This sword is incredibly domineering, sealing off all of Bu Jingyun's escape routes. Its blade light is like a black dragon swallowing the sky, carrying a chilling aura that freezes the soul, as if it wants to annihilate all life.

Bu Jingyun had no choice but to take the hit head-on.

"Overlord Sword - Sword Flowing Clouds!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes widened, and his true energy surged in his left arm. He used his arm as a sword, drawing smooth arcs in the void.

In an instant, the sword intent filled the sky transformed into layers of clouds, supple and long, combining strength and gentleness, attempting to envelop and dissolve the domineering blade light layer by layer.

The clouds resembled an inverted Milky Way or swirling mountain mists, possessing both the unpredictability of clouds and the gentleness of water, yet within this suppleness lay a suffocating heaviness.

"boom!"

The two extremely powerful forces collided fiercely in the air, bursting out a dazzling light. The violent gale instantly swept in all directions, scraping away a layer of ground within a radius of a hundred feet.

The gale howled like a tornado, causing the terracotta warriors to sway and fall like raindrops. The entire underground hall shook as if the sky were about to collapse and the earth was about to split open.

As the smoke cleared, the two stood facing each other.

Nie Feng was panting heavily, and his killing intent not only did not diminish but became even stronger.

His killing intent was so tangible that it solidified, his body was filled with surging demonic energy, and his crimson eyes held only endless slaughter and emptiness, like a god of death who had walked out of hell.

Bu Jingyun's sleeves were torn to shreds, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered some internal injuries in the fierce battle just now.

But the worry in his eyes was even greater, because Nie Feng was now filled with demonic energy and was completely unaware of pain or fatigue, becoming more and more frenzied in battle.

Worry was like a sharp blade, piercing deep into his heart, yet it prevented him from killing the person.

"This can't go on any longer..." Bu Jingyun thought to himself.

"We must find a way to control the wind, otherwise its demonic nature will take hold and we risk utter destruction!"

The Emperor's figure had already passed the glowing cave entrance and entered a secret realm unknown to others. Suddenly, the view opened up before him, revealing a hidden paradise.

A colossal stone dragon head emerged from the cliff, majestic and ferocious, as if an ancient dragon had been sealed here, radiating an ancient and chilling aura.

The dragon's eyes are like abysses, seemingly capable of swallowing the winds and clouds of heaven and earth. Its whiskers fly, lifelike and awe-inspiring.

Directly in front of the dragon's head is an incredibly wide underground waterfall, with rapid, surging, and roaring water, like a silver river hanging upside down, plunging into a bottomless abyss below.

The waterfall roared like thunder, stirring up a mist that, under the reflection of the luminous pearl, transformed into a rainbow of colors, yet also carried a hint of ominous bloodlust.

And miraculously, a huge stone ball floats amidst the roaring waterfall.

The stone ball, relentlessly churned and spun by the ceaseless flow of water, emitting a deep, rumbling sound, as if the pulse of the earth were beating, or as if a divine dragon were humming.

Its surface is covered with ancient runes, faintly emitting a soft and mysterious light.

The Emperor's figure flickered, turning into a blur, as he was about to step forward to investigate.

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the dragon vein!"

"Leave now, or I'll spare your life!!"

Two angry shouts, like thunderclaps, instantly drowned out the roar of the waterfall, echoing in the empty cave.

The voice carried boundless majesty and killing intent, as if the ancient heroic spirit guarding the dragon had awakened.

Two majestic figures descended from the cliff, landing with tremendous force in front of the Emperor, blocking his path.

The man on the left had long, flowing hair and a wild expression. Although he had no weapon in his hand, he was like a drawn mad sword, exuding an extremely fierce sword intent.

The sword intent was like a raging storm, carrying an overbearing power that could cut through everything.

The man on the right, dressed in plain clothes, had a cold and arrogant face. Although he had no divine weapon by his side, he was like a tempered sword, exuding an extremely hot sword intent.

The sword intent was like a blazing sun burning the sky, carrying a wild rage that could consume everything.

It was none other than Nie Renwang, the Northern Drinking Mad Saber who had been missing for many years and guarding the dragon vein here, and Duan Shuai, the Southern Lin Sword Master!

The Emperor stopped, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the two men, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"I wondered who it was, but it turned out to be just two watchdogs."

Nie Renwang's tiger-like eyes widened, and he laughed in extreme anger:

"What arrogance! Whoever you are, daring to lay a finger on the dragon vein, you'll live to see the rest of you!"

Duan Shuai also snorted coldly, and his body surged with fiery energy:

"Further words are useless, kill!"

Although they no longer possessed the Snow Drinking Blade and the Fire Kirin Sword, the two had guarded the Dragon Vein for many years, and their skills had long since reached a state of perfection, allowing them to use grass, trees, bamboo, and stones as weapons.

That protective heart, heavy as a mountain, transformed into unparalleled fighting spirit.

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

Nie Renwang pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed down from mid-air. An invisible blade of energy, several feet long, appeared out of nowhere, carrying a chilling aura, and went straight for the Emperor's face.

The blade's aura was like the dead of winter, freezing everything, as if it wanted to freeze the opponent's soul as well.

"Eclipse Sword Technique - Dawn of the White Sun!"

Duan Shuai was not to be outdone. He clasped his hands together, and a blazing sword aura, like the rising sun, pierced through the darkness and shot towards the Emperor's chest.

The sword energy was like the blazing sun in the sky, carrying a terrifyingly high temperature that could burn everything.

Faced with the combined attack of two top experts, the Emperor neither dodged nor evaded, his face filled with arrogance.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to show off before me? Even thirty percent of my power is enough to defeat both of you!"

"Heaven-Shattering Technique!"

The Emperor let out a low shout, his body advancing instead of retreating, like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, actively meeting the two. His hands formed claws, his movements unpredictable and strange, instantly breaking through the blockade of blade and sword energy, and suddenly grabbing out to the left and right.

"Snap!"

The sword and blade energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, were actually crushed by his bare hands, turning into a sky full of energy that dissipated, sparks flying everywhere, like a meteor shower in the night sky.

"What?!"

Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai's expressions changed drastically, clearly not expecting that the person in front of them could easily neutralize their attack with only 30% of his strength.

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

"I am the greatest martial artist in Japan, why would I be afraid of you two old scoundrels?"

The Emperor let out a wild laugh, his figure suddenly vanishing from the spot, reappearing beside Nie Renwang.

"Since you won't leave, then you'd all die here!"

The next moment, countless claw shadows enveloped Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai like a storm, each claw shadow containing terrifying power that could shatter the heavens and split the earth, forcing the two to engage in close combat, putting them in grave danger.

The claw-like shadows were like ghostly hands covering the sky, extremely sinister.

The three instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their powerful energy surging and causing rocks to tumble down from the surrounding cliffs. Even the massive underground waterfall seemed to briefly stop flowing due to this earth-shattering battle!

In the brief moment of interruption, the water flowed backward, emitting a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were trembling for this great battle.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, although Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai had no divine weapons, their perfect teamwork and the interplay of their hot and cold energies allowed them to withstand the Emperor's attack with 30% of his power.

Amidst the intertwining of ice and fire, and the clashing of swords, a dazzling yet deadly battlefield unfolds.

"That felt great! That felt great!"

Nie Renwang grew increasingly frenzied in battle, his long hair dancing wildly, his mad blood stirring within him. With a sudden roar, he abandoned his defense and instead charged forward.

He pointed his fingers into a sword shape, and his sword energy surged, eventually condensing into a huge, illusory sword shadow behind him.

"Old Nie, stop holding back, use your ultimate move!"

"Very well! Today, let this Japanese devil witness the profound and extensive martial arts of the Central Plains!"

Nie Renwang's eyes widened, and he took a step forward, his aura rising to its peak.

"The Cycle of the Sword!"

This strike, though without a fixed technique, encompasses everything; countless blade shadows revolve like a cycle, endlessly regenerating.

Nie Renwang seemed to transform into the center of reincarnation, wielding a terrifying sword intent that could sever life force, and slashed down at the Emperor.

The intent of the blade was like a cycle of reincarnation, seemingly intent on severing the opponent's soul as well.

Duan Shuai also went all out.

"Eclipse Sword Technique - Fiery Scales Eclipse the Sun!"

He waved his hands repeatedly, unleashing a crimson sword aura that swept across the sky, like a fiery cloud obscuring the dome. The sword net was impenetrable, carrying a terrifyingly high temperature capable of burning everything, sealing off all of the emperor's escape routes.

Together with Nie Renwang's Reincarnation Blade Qi, they formed an encirclement and attacked the Emperor.

These two ultimate moves are the essence of their lifelong martial arts skills. One severs the cycle of reincarnation, and the other blots out the sky. Their power is enough to shock the heavens and earth and make ghosts and gods weep!

Its momentum was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, as if it would completely overturn this underground world.

Faced with this fatal blow, the contempt in the Emperor's eyes finally vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and ruthlessness.

"Interesting...you actually forced me to use half my strength!"

He took a deep breath, his body suddenly spinning in mid-air, his imperial robe billowing and fluttering even without wind.

"Heaven-Shattering Technique!"

The Emperor no longer held back, unleashing fifty percent of his power. He extended both claws simultaneously, his figure weaving through the flashing blades like a ghost. With his fingers spread wide, energy surged from his fingertips, tearing visible black cracks in front of him.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging directly into the sky full of sword shadows and fiery cloud sword net!

"Break it for me!"

The Emperor's claws tore through the void, and a deafening sound of shattering glass was heard. The countless chilling blade shadows and the white sun fire cloud sword net that covered the sky and the earth were the first to crumble inch by inch under this domineering "Heaven-Shattering Hand", turning into countless fragments of illusory and real air waves!

After breaking through the two men's deadly attack, he let out a wild and arrogant roar. His claws, still powerful, pierced through the clouds like a divine dragon, viciously grabbing at Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai's chests.

Rumble!

A terrifying explosion resounded through the earth, causing the entire Dragon Vein Cave to shake violently. Countless fragments of rock fell like raindrops, shaking the cave as if a dragon were turning over, threatening to completely destroy this ancient secret realm.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two muffled thuds rang out, and Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai's ultimate moves were torn apart by the Emperor's domineering and unparalleled strike!

The two men's protective aura shattered instantly, and they spat out blood as they flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the rock wall behind them.

The impact sounded like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open, echoing for a long time.