I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"It's over...it's all over..."

The emperor's face was ashen, his once upright spine seemed to have lost all its vitality in an instant, and his body swayed precariously in the empty hall, his cloudy eyes churning with unfathomable despair.

"With the dragon vein severed, the destiny of the land is exhausted! I... am ashamed before my ancestors!"

In stark contrast to the grief of the emperors of the Central Plains, the Japanese emperor suddenly burst into a wild, exhilarating laugh that seemed to shatter the clouds and split rocks.

"Hahaha! Well broken! Perfectly broken!"

The Emperor, seemingly insane, pointed his gaunt fingers at the glittering gold dust falling from the dome, laughing until tears streamed down his face, appearing completely mad.

"With the dragon vein severed, the fortune of the land is exhausted! From now on, this vast land will belong to Japan! Hahahaha! Heaven is helping me!"

He spent half his life scheming and plotting, leading his people across thousands of miles to infiltrate the Central Plains, all he wanted was to sever the lifeline of the Chinese nation that was tied to this land.

Who would have thought that Jiang Chen, this "arrogant brat," would do it for me today? It's like a miracle from heaven!

Jiang Chen looked down at the laughing emperor and the ashen-faced emperor from his high vantage point, the mockery in his eyes growing stronger.

His gaze was detached and otherworldly, like a celestial being looking down upon two comical ants rolling around in a mud pit.

"A bunch of idiots."

Jiang Chen's indifferent and casual tone was like a gale from the deepest abyss, instantly freezing the emperor's maniacal laughter and choking his heartbreaking cry in his throat.

"I crushed it. Did the sky collapse? Did the earth sink?"

He casually tapped the still-impregnable dragon throne armrest with his long, slender fingers, then nonchalantly pointed to the vast world outside the palace, his words exuding an unparalleled domineering aura that regarded all things as mere straw dogs.

"The so-called fate of a nation is nothing more than an excuse for the weak to justify their incompetence."

"If the rise and fall of a nation can truly be determined by a single withered bone, then what is the point of the millions of ordinary people? What is the point of the soldiers who fight and shed their blood?"

"True strength lies not in fate, nor in this so-called illusory and ethereal fortune!"

Jiang Chen's tone suddenly turned cold. He slowly extended his fair, jade-like right hand from his sleeve, and from dozens of feet away in the void, he made a grabbing motion towards the still-dazed Emperor.

"You brat, open your dog eyes and see clearly what a true... ruler is!"

"The true dragon vein is—power!"

"It's an absolute power capable of crushing everything and ignoring all rules! Get over here!"

hum!

A dull, teeth-grinding hum echoed from the void. With Jiang Chen's seemingly casual grab, the rules of heaven and earth appeared to be forcibly altered in an instant.

The Emperor, who had been standing several feet away and whose cultivation had reached the level of a Grandmaster, suddenly felt the air around him solidify into a steel cage.

He was horrified to discover that his proud and powerful true energy was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to make the slightest ripple. He was like a puppet held tightly by an invisible giant hand, forced to traverse dozens of feet of deep void and delivered himself to Jiang Chen!

"Snapped!"

With a crisp cracking sound, Jiang Chen's long, slender, fair fingers gripped the Emperor's throat like iron hoops, lifting him loosely in mid-air like a dead dog.

"No! This is impossible! I am the greatest martial artist in Japan! I..."

The Emperor's eyes bulged out, filled with terrifying bloodshot veins, and a broken, whistling roar escaped his throat as his feet kicked desperately in mid-air.

He recklessly unleashed his signature move, the Shattering Heaven Hand, his ten fingers lashing out at Jiang Chen's arm like a raging thunderbolt, attempting to tear apart this suffocating and terrifying restraint.

No matter how powerful his force was, Jiang Chen's arm, covered with layers of plain white cloud-patterned sleeves, remained completely still, like a divine iron pillar that stood firm across the heavens and the earth.

Before the unfathomable Jiang Chen, the so-called grandmaster and number one expert in Japan was as fragile as a weak lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

However, even with his life force restricted and on the verge of death, this Japanese tyrant showed no fear of death in his eyes.

He glared angrily at Jiang Chen, his throat bones creaking, and he forced out a hysterical, hoarse, and ferocious laugh through his teeth:

"Hmph... So what if you kill me! My son will soon arrive with his army! This vast land of China will ultimately belong to the Great Eastern Empire!!!"

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes to admire the prey in his palm, which was still struggling and spouting nonsense even as it was about to die. A cruel and mocking cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His thin lips parted slightly, and a sound wave, as thin as a spider's thread yet each word piercing the heart, silently pierced the Emperor's eardrums with the supernatural power of "transmitting sound into the depths," so that even if others strained their ears, they could not detect a trace of it:

"By the way, you can rest assured and continue your journey."

"I have made arrangements for your new master in Japan."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

These few simple, piercing words were like the most insidious and deeply ingrained nightmare curse, instantly and irrevocably shattering the last remaining line of defense in the Emperor's heart.

"You... brat! Pfft!!"

The Emperor's eyes were wide open, almost bursting. Overwhelmed by anger, he coughed up a mouthful of hot, black blood, but it was quietly evaporated by his protective aura when it came within three feet of Jiang Chen.

"Shut up." Jiang Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and the five fingers gripping the Emperor's throat suddenly tightened without warning.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

"Bang!"

In the utter silence, a strange, muffled yet soul-piercing explosion suddenly resounded.

Under the horrified gazes of all the experts present, with Jiang Chen's palm as the origin, the Emperor's Grandmaster-level body, tempered by countless life-and-death experiences—along with his imperial robe symbolizing the supreme ruler and his surging, ocean-like inner strength—collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch in an instant, turning into a shower of ashes that completely disappeared into the cold void!

Ashes!

Complete annihilation!

The vast underground palace fell into a suffocating silence. Everyone stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, their eyes wide open and their lips agape, their minds blank with a deafening roar, as if even the beating of their hearts had completely stopped.

This is a grandmaster who stands above all others!

He is the invincible overlord of Japan who can suppress Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai's combined swordsmanship with a mere gesture!

That's it...?

Not even a single bone fragment remained in the world?

Jiang Chen casually flicked away a wisp of dust from his fingertips, then stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his white robes as pure as snow, untouched by any dust, like a god descending from the heavens to the mortal realm to determine life and death.

His cool, indifferent voice echoed slowly in the empty, deathly silent hall, like a resounding bell tolling from the heavens, each word deafening:

"Did you see that?"

"This is the truth that will make the land of China endure forever."

The dust that filled the sky has all vanished into nothingness, as if that ambitious and arrogant supreme ruler of Japan had never truly set foot on this land.

Bu Jingyun stood rooted to the spot like a stone statue, his iron fists clenched tightly involuntarily, his sharp nails digging deep into his flesh, oozing drops of glaring crimson. Yet he seemed oblivious, his usually cold and icy eyes now churning with a raging storm.

Is it terror?

Is it fear?

Or perhaps... a profound sense of powerlessness that seeps into your very bones?

The horrific scene of Jiang Chen annihilating Po Jun with a mere flick of his wrist remains etched deep in my mind like a nightmare.

Although Bu Jingyun was horrified at that time, he did not truly feel despair.

He had always been confident in his extraordinary talent, believing that as long as he studied diligently and risked his life, he would eventually see the light of day and be able to keep up with him.

Therefore, he resolutely joined the nameless sect and, through the trials of life and death, comprehended the ultimate path of the domineering sword, a path of no retreat.

His cultivation advanced rapidly to the level of Grandmaster. He believed that in the current turbulent martial arts world, apart from a few giants like the Mythical Nameless, there were few who could rival him.

But today...

Facing the peerless Grandmaster Emperor, who was ten or even a hundred times more ferocious than Po Jun, Jiang Chen's attitude in annihilating him was exactly the same as before.

It was still a swift and decisive kill, even more effortless and nonchalant than when he crushed Po Jun.

"So... this is what they mean by a world of difference?"

Bu Jingyun swallowed the bitterness churning in his throat and sighed inwardly.

His proud and fierce "Overlord Sword," and his arrogant and domineering master-level demeanor, were utterly laughable in the face of such divine and demonic power that disregarded the laws of heaven and earth, like a three-year-old child waving a tree branch.

He thought he had climbed to the top of the mountains after going through countless hardships, but when he looked up, he saw that the figure in white was already standing alone in the sky, leaving only a back view for all living beings to look up to in despair.

Such an insurmountable gap is no longer a chasm, but a merciless chasm between two completely different dimensions!

"call--"

A chilly breeze inexplicably swept through the dark, deep palace.

Everyone felt their eyelids tremble slightly. The white-robed figure sitting on the Xuanyuan Dragon Throne at the end of their vision, who was like an immortal or a demon, had vanished into thin air like morning dew. They could not find any trace of his movements, nor could they detect any ripples of his true energy leaking out.

It was as if he was born as a lofty and untainted breeze, arriving with high spirits and departing when the spirits were gone.

"They're gone..."

The emperor of the Central Plains let out a long, pent-up breath from deep within his chest, and collapsed completely, supported by several guards.

The devastating scene that had just unfolded was far too shocking for this mortal emperor who had long lived in the deep palace.

It even made him feel an absurd sense of emptiness regarding the supreme imperial power he had held tightly in his palm for half his life.

Faced with absolute power capable of destroying the world, what ridiculous tricks are the so-called supreme ruler and the power of life and death?

"Your Majesty..." The commander of the Imperial Guards bowed tremblingly and asked in a low voice,

"General Qi is leading 100,000 elite troops, rushing to the rescue day and night. Should we...?"

"That's enough." The emperor waved his sleeve weakly, his face filled with desolation and weariness.

"Issue my decree: General Qi is to immediately withdraw his troops and return to the capital."

"The conflict here... has been resolved."

Even the once invincible ruler of Japan was crushed like a bedbug and his ashes were scattered. Even the Xuanyuan Dragon Vein that established the dynasty was crushed into dust.

What can be done if 100,000 armored soldiers arrive, except to make the scene look ridiculous?

"Yes, Your Majesty." The secret agent acknowledged the order and quietly withdrew.

The Seven Seas Dragon King and the Nine Heavens Phoenix Dance exchanged a knowing glance, both clearly sensing the deep, lingering apprehension in each other's pupils.

As top-tier masters under the legendary Wuming, this astonishing act that defied common sense still deeply moved them and left them unsettled for a long time.

At this eerie silence...

"Boom!"

A terrifying, ear-piercing bang suddenly exploded.

In the distance, within the dark crater created by the impact, massive rocks scattered and flew like meteorites.

Amidst the billowing dust and smoke of the world, a battered figure, covered in blood and radiating demonic energy, burst forth from the depths of the ruins like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a thousand years.

It was Nie Feng who had fallen into the demonic path!

At this moment, Nie Feng was dressed in rags like a vengeful ghost, his long hair was wildly disheveled like tangled weeds, and there was still a stinging red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Although his bloodshot demonic eyes still churned with a heart-stopping chaos and frenzy, deep in the depths of his eyes, there was a strange trace of instinctive tremor that even he himself was unaware of.

Clearly, Jiang Chen's casual kick, though not fatal, had left an indelible and terrifying shadow on the chaotic consciousness of this peerless demon.

Having escaped, Nie Feng didn't even glance at the people present, and even his former favorite, Bu Jingyun, was forgotten.

He let out a mournful ghostly howl, and his body instantly transformed into a black whirlwind that pierced through the palace. He fled desperately along the dark cave entrance he had come from, and the speed at which he frantically squeezed out his potential was even three times faster than when he entered at his peak!

"Junior Brother Feng!"

Bu Jingyun seemed to awaken from a dream, his pale and handsome face changing drastically in an instant.

Now that Nie Feng is deeply entrenched in demonic influence and no longer recognizes his own family, if this god of death were to roam the vast martial world, he would surely unleash a massive bloodbath with millions of corpses!

"Where do you think you're going!"

Bu Jingyun let out a thunderous roar, no longer caring about the heavy internal injuries that were causing him to feel a dull ache in his meridians.

He rose from the ground like a dragon exploring the sea, instantly transforming into a chilling sword light that tore through the sky, relentlessly pursuing Nie Feng's escape route.

The two unparalleled movement techniques, like chasing stars and the moon, were completely swallowed up by the deep cave that resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast in the blink of an eye.

In the chaotic underground palace, only a group of imperial city spies and the Dragon King remained, dumbfounded, looking at each other in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, now that the dust has settled, we shall take our leave."

The Seven Seas Dragon King stepped forward, slightly clasped his hands in a fist salute to the dejected Emperor of the Central Plains, his brows furrowed with a solemn expression.

"The changes here are of great importance. We must rush back immediately and report everything to our master for a decision."

The emperor stared unfocusedly at the empty and lonely dragon throne, then looked down at the glaring dust and rubble on the ground.

After a deathly silence lasting half an incense stick's time, he finally turned around as if using all his strength. The once invincible emperor's back now appeared infinitely old and desolate.

"Go."

After the Dragon King and Phoenix Dance disappeared into the shadows, the Emperor took a deep breath of the cold air and, in a hoarse voice, issued an ironclad decree:

"Return to the palace."

"Furthermore... everything that happened in the main hall today must be kept strictly confidential. No one is allowed to leak even a single word to the outside world! Especially... any words about that Mr. Jiang."

"Anyone who dares to disobey orders and speak recklessly will have their entire family (up to nine generations) executed!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The commander of the Imperial Secret Service responded with a resounding roar.

He paused, then glanced hesitantly in the dark direction where Nie Feng had fled outside the cave, and cautiously asked for instructions:

"Your Majesty, Nie Feng has completely fallen into demonic possession. His escape will surely unleash a bloodbath."

"If we allow them to cause trouble outside, it may endanger the imperial court and the state. How should this matter be decided?"

A deep sense of apprehension and resentment flashed in the emperor's eyes. He coldly interrupted him, his tone as chilling as ice from the deepest hell:

"Upon returning to the capital, immediately issue a nationwide arrest warrant, assemble the elite forces of the Imperial Guard and the Six Doors, and issue a nationwide warrant for Nie Feng's capture!"

"This man harbors a deep-seated demonic heart; keeping him alive will only corrupt the nation. Issue my decree: whoever captures or beheads Nie Feng will be rewarded with a million gold pieces and granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households! Life or death… is irrelevant!"