I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Smash that eyesore!"

With a roar, the Emperor rose into the air like a lone goose, unleashing the ultimate power of his Shattering Heaven Hand. His five fingers, like the claws of a raging dragon, gripped the terrifying force that could tear the sky apart, and slammed down on the massive stone sphere churning in the torrent.

A deafening roar reverberated through the abyss. The round boulder, hardened by the water flow over thousands of years and harder than iron, shattered like rotten wood under this single grasp, its fragments scattering in all directions with the raging torrent.

As the stone ball shattered, a deep and unfathomable dark cave was revealed behind the surging water curtain, from which faint golden light shone through.

"Indeed, it's a hidden paradise!"

The Emperor's eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light. He could no longer care about Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai, who were lying on the ground vomiting blood behind him. His figure turned into a dim afterimage, and he fiercely tore through the turbulent water curtain, leaping alone into that dark cave.

The cave suddenly opened up, revealing a vast underground palace.

On the four cold, hard rock walls, large luminous pearls, like stars, are scattered and intertwined, their cool light illuminating this dark place as bright as day.

In the very center of the main hall stands a solitary stone platform that seems to reach the heavens.

On the platform sits a large, ancient stone chair, its back bearing the marks of chisels and axes, and carved with nine lifelike, fierce-looking dragons with bushy beards, coiling and intertwining, displaying the supreme imperial power of nine dragons surrounding a pearl.

This is the legendary Dragon Throne of Xuanyuan, passed down through generations in the martial arts world!

On the dragon throne, a skeleton sat upright in a cross-legged position.

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. The bones and flesh have long since turned to ashes, leaving only a skeletal frame, yet it still exudes a vast and awe-inspiring imperial pressure that makes mortals almost want to bow down in worship.

What's even more eerie and chilling is that the spine of this skeleton is completely different from that of a normal person.

It was a thick, ferocious, barbed, white skeleton that stretched down the spine to the tailbone, resembling the desolate tail of a dormant, dead dragon.

keel!

This is the legendary remains of the Yellow Emperor, and also the location of the dragon vein that is related to the fortune of the entire land!

"Hahaha! A dragon vein! It really is a dragon vein!"

The Emperor stared intently at the skeleton, his eyes blazing with a near-mad fervor and greed. He had gone to great lengths, traversing mountains and rivers to plot against the Central Plains, all for this very moment.

"The dragon vein belongs to me!"

His wild laughter shook the heavens, and his figure suddenly sprang up like a predatory owl, his withered hands transforming into a sky full of claw shadows, heading straight for the remaining bones on the dragon throne.

"Don't even think about it!"

A deafening roar, like thunder from a clear sky, was followed by a solitary figure, as black as ink, tearing through the palace gates like a shooting star, his black hair and cloak billowing wildly.

"Overlord Sword - Meteor Sword!"

Bu Jingyun unleashed his full power, his mighty true energy surging throughout his body!

He transformed himself into a sword, his sword intent and physical body instantly becoming one. He became an extremely dazzling meteor of destruction, carrying an indomitable and destructive momentum, aiming straight for the Emperor's vital back.

"court death!"

The Emperor suddenly felt a chilling light piercing his bones from behind, and had no choice but to turn around and strike with a palm. The Heaven-Shattering Hand, carrying the power to shatter the heavens, collided violently with the edge of the Overlord Sword in mid-air.

A deep, resounding bang echoed throughout the palace, and the violent energy rippled outwards like waves.

Bu Jingyun was struck as if by lightning. The powerful internal force caused him to stagger back several steps, crushing a pile of blue bricks. The Emperor was also stopped by this reckless and powerful force, his momentum suddenly vanishing.

In the blink of an eye, another terrifying figure, carrying a monstrous blood-red aura, crashed into the hall. His long hair danced wildly like a demon, and black energy churned around him. It was none other than Nie Feng, who had completely fallen into the demonic path.

"Nie Feng! Stop Bu Jingyun for me! No... seize the Dragon Vein for me!"

The Emperor, shrewd and calculating, quickly changed his mind. Bu Jingyun possessed profound internal strength and was fearless, making it difficult to kill him in a short time. It would be better to use the demonized Nie Feng to seize the Dragon Vein, while he himself stayed here to hold off this troublesome Uncrying Death God.

"roar!"

Nie Feng let out a low, savage growl, like that of a wild beast. At this moment, he had completely lost his mind and become a killing machine that obeyed orders without question.

Upon hearing the Emperor's command, he twisted his body in a strange manner, instantly abandoning his original target, Bu Jingyun, and transformed into a bloodthirsty mad tiger, rushing straight towards the dragon throne on the high platform.

"Junior Brother Feng! No!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He cried out in despair, trying to break free and stop the Emperor, but he was held tightly by the Emperor's ever-present, countless claw shadows.

"Your opponent is me!" The Emperor grinned maliciously, his attacks relentless like a raging storm, giving Bu Jingyun no chance to catch his breath or escape.

As Nie Feng's claws, shrouded in viscous demonic energy, were about to touch the withered bones on the dragon throne, the Emperor's eyes were filled with wild joy at the impending victory, while Bu Jingyun's eyes were shrouded in a layer of gloom and despair.

At the critical moment—

"roll."

A languid, indifferent sound, as if just awakened, drifted out without warning in the empty, deathly silent hall.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded that horrified everyone.

The once unstoppable, demon-possessed Nie Feng, who could tear even the finest steel and iron to shreds, seemed to have crashed into an invisible and intangible wall of bronze and iron just as his claws were about to touch the dragon throne.

A foot clad in a white boot with cloud patterns emerged from nowhere and casually landed on Nie Feng's chest.

A dull thud reverberated, and Nie Feng's powerful demonic body, shrouded in demonic energy, was sent flying backward like a cannonball, ten times faster than when he arrived.

"puff--"

While still in mid-air, Nie Feng coughed up a mouthful of dark, bloody demonic blood, his chest visibly caved in, and he crashed heavily onto the cold rock wall dozens of feet away.

With a deafening roar, the seemingly indestructible rock wall was smashed into a shocking, human-shaped crater. The falling rocks instantly buried the peerless demonic creature, leaving it silent.

Inside the main hall, a deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop had fallen.

The Emperor's face froze completely, his features contorted with terror and disbelief.

Bu Jingyun's pupils also contracted sharply, and his movements subconsciously froze in mid-air.

The two men were stiff all over, turning their necks, which were covered in cold sweat, inch by inch, their eyes fixed on the Xuanyuan Dragon Throne on the high platform.

On the throne where only the skeleton of the Yellow Emperor had been sitting, a living person had suddenly appeared—a young man dressed in snow-white robes, with an ethereal and otherworldly air.

The man sat languidly deep within the dragon throne, one long leg casually draped over the wide armrest.

He casually toyed with a crystal-clear spine that shimmered with a pale golden glow between his long, slender, and fair fingers.

It was none other than the dragon vein of China that countless ambitious people had dreamed of. As for the incomparably noble skeleton of the Yellow Emperor, he casually squeezed it into a corner as if it were some kind of eyesore.

"Who are you?!"

The Emperor's voice was hoarse and trembling as he stared intently at the man in white, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

If that seemingly casual kick had landed on me, I'm afraid I would have felt terrible.

As Bu Jingyun gazed at that handsome and familiar face, his nerves, which had been taut like a full moon bow, inexplicably relaxed at that moment.

His cold eyes were filled with a complex and indescribable emotion.

"Jiang...Chen..."

Bu Jingyun murmured to himself. He and Jiang Chen had always been at odds, and he even secretly regarded Jiang Chen as an insurmountable enemy in his heart.

Yet, in this dire situation concerning the very survival of China, seeing Jiang Chen sitting comfortably on the dragon throne instead of the foreign race from the East, he felt an absurd sense of security welling up deep within him.

Jiang Chen didn't even spare the Emperor a glance. He merely lowered his eyes, examining the smooth spine in his hand with interest. A playful yet detached smile slowly curved his lips as he said calmly:

"This is what they call a dragon vein? Interesting, it actually contains a faint trace of fortune."

Just then, a series of extremely chaotic and rapid footsteps suddenly rushed in from outside the cave.

"Quickly! Protect the dragon vein!"

"We must not let these Japanese traitors succeed!"

Accompanied by indignant roars, a large number of people surged into the underground palace like a tidal wave.

It was the Central Plains Emperor, the Seven Seas Dragon Kings, Long Xiu Feng Wu, and the top imperial guards who rushed to the scene.

But the moment they stepped into the main hall, all the shouts and cries stopped abruptly, and everyone was frozen in place by the absurd scene before them.

The demon-possessed Nie Feng was embedded upside down in the deep pit, while the arrogant Emperor and the God of Slaughter Bu Jingyun were like clay sculptures. On the high and mighty Xuanyuan Dragon Throne, a strange young man in white was sitting lazily, casually playing with the Divine Dragon Vein that they had sworn to protect with their lives.

"You audacious madman! How dare you sit on the dragon throne of the Yellow Emperor?!"

"Get down here right now! That's a sacred object of our dynasty!"

Several loyal imperial guards, unaware of Jiang Chen's true appearance, were enraged by this disrespectful act and shouted angrily, ready to draw their swords and charge forward.

"Stop! All of you, get out of my way!"

A sharp shout, filled with extreme panic and urgency, suddenly rang out.

Everyone turned around in astonishment, only to see that His Majesty the Emperor, who was usually aloof and dignified, was now covered in cold sweat, his face a mixture of extreme shock and deep awe.

He stared intently at the ethereal white-clad figure on the dragon throne, his chest heaving violently, his breathing becoming incredibly rapid.

"I... was unaware that Senior Jiang was here. My subordinates were ignorant of the rules and offended you. Please forgive them."

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the Emperor of the Central Plains actually bent his knees slightly and respectfully performed a junior's salute to the young man in white.

The entire audience erupted in uproar, gasps of shock filling the air. Even the once arrogant Emperor of Japan was completely dumbfounded.

Has this emperor of the Central Plains lost his mind, that he would be so obsequious to an unknown young man?

Jiang Chen seemed completely oblivious to the Lord of the World's apology. He continued to casually stroke the golden dragon vein, a cold, mocking smile slowly curving his lips.

"Please forgive me?"

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, his clear and deep gaze sweeping across all the faces present like the cold moonlight, from the trembling emperor to the silent Bu Jingyun, then to the horrified emperor and the indignant martial arts figures.

"I'd like to ask you, what are you bunch of idiots arguing about?"

Jiang Chen leisurely picked up the spine, which emitted a soft golden light, with two slender fingers, and casually swung it in mid-air. His eyes were filled with an ultimate, disillusioned mockery.

"Fighting over this bone?"

The emperor's face turned deathly pale and stiffened instantly. Bu Jingyun gripped his sword hilt tightly and remained silent, while the imperial guards looked at each other, speechless.

"Do you really believe that the so-called dragon veins can determine the fate of the land?" Jiang Chen pressed the crowd with his usual nonchalant tone.

"Do you really believe that as long as this dead man's bone is preserved, the land of China will enjoy eternal peace and will not be invaded by foreign tribes?"

"This is utterly ridiculous!"

Jiang Chen abruptly stood up, his voice as soft as a feather, yet striking the depths of everyone's soul like a hammer blow.

"If this bone is truly useful, why did the Yellow Emperor die back then?"

"If fate truly determines everything, what's the point of you martial artists cultivating?"

"What's the point of having an emperor like you to govern the country?"

Jiang Chen looked down at this group of the world's most powerful figures and martial artists, his words sharp and resounding:

"To entrust the rise and fall of a nation to a dead man's bone is utterly foolish! It's the height of superstition!"

"you……"

A fierce guard blushed and tried to retort, but the emperor suddenly turned his head and glared back with an almost murderous look.

"Only by becoming strong ourselves and our nation can we truly defend ourselves against foreign aggression!"

Jiang Chen coldly looked at this group of stubborn people, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Since you all regard this thing as a divine object, I will extinguish your hopes today."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chen subtly exerted a slight force with the two fingers holding the dragon vein.

Click!

A crisp, cracking sound rang out amidst the horrified, desperate gazes of everyone present.

That dragon vein, which symbolized the eternal fortune of China and was said to be so powerful that even peerless divine weapons could not harm it in the slightest, actually crumbled inch by inch between Jiang Chen's fingers like a withered tree, turning into a handful of fine dust!

Then, Jiang Chen brought his hand to his lips and blew on it gently.

call--

The faint golden powder, like a phantom snowflake, drifted down with the wind, eventually silently merging into the empty and desolate hall, leaving not a trace.