I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The night wind over the Nu River was like a knife, and the murderous intent under the cold moon had not yet completely dissipated when a sudden change occurred.

Rumbling--

A deafening, muffled roar came crashing down from the darkness, like a thousand horses driving heavy steel chariots mercilessly trampling the parched earth.

Twelve extremely deformed and bizarrely round bodies, like twelve giant blood spheres filled with fleshy flesh, surged forward with overwhelming force, finally crashing heavily beside Qiu Jue, stirring up a cloud of murky dust that blotted out the moon.

These twelve men were all short, stout, and stubby, like dwarf gourds. Their upper bodies were barely covered by a ridiculously bright red bellyband, and each of them held a pair of huge, heavy iron fire wheels upside down in their hands.

Its appearance is comical and ridiculous, but it exudes a nauseating and eerie bloody aura.

Behind them, in the deep darkness of the night, four alluring women draped in various colored transparent veils drifted in like phantoms of the night, standing in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, subtly and completely sealing off all of Bu Jingyun's escape routes.

"Sect Master! How dare this scoundrel speak so disrespectfully to you! I'll crush him, bones and all, into a pile of minced meat!"

The twelve people shouted in unison, their voices booming like thunder, causing the ancient trees and fallen leaves to rustle wildly.

This group of strange and fierce-looking men are none other than the Twelve Red Generals, the most fearsome and formidable warriors under the command of "No Way Out".

Before the echoes of the battle had faded, the twelve Red Generals' iron fire wheels spun wildly, sparking blinding sparks, and were about to form a formation and charge towards Bu Jingyun.

"stop!"

Two tall, solitary figures rose from the shadows like birds returning to their nests, landing steadily in the center of the tense courtroom.

The newcomer had a cold and stern face, and his brows were etched with the boundless vicissitudes of time and the martial world. He was none other than Duan Shuai, the once-powerful leader of the Southern Lin Sword, and Nie Renwang, the Northern Drinking Mad Saber.

The two of them had been searching desperately for Nie Feng's whereabouts all over the mountains and plains when they happened to hear a tremendous commotion coming from the riverbank. They came to investigate, only to unexpectedly stumble upon such a chaotic scene.

"Uncle Duan? Uncle Nie?"

A barely perceptible ripple crossed Bu Jingyun's usually calm and composed expression, and he immediately clasped his hands in a deep voice.

Before everyone could exchange pleasantries, from the dense forest on the other side, where shadows loomed, the leader of the Imperial Guards led a troop of elite imperial soldiers, clad in armor and sharp weapons, into view with hurried steps.

The head of the guards, his face radiating a stern, official air, coldly surveyed the complex situation before striding directly to Qiu Jue's side, bowing respectfully, his voice high-pitched:

"Sect Leader Qiu Jue, that scoundrel Nie Feng has completely fallen into the demonic path, wreaking havoc on the world. The imperial decree has been issued to exonerate him; he must be executed without mercy!"

"That demon has already fled far away, wounded. Why are you still wasting time here?"

"No mercy?"

Upon hearing this inhuman and ruthless imperial decree, Bu Jingyun, Duan Shuai, and Nie Renwang all changed their expressions drastically.

"A tyrannical ruler!"

Bu Jingyun flew into a rage, and his fierce shout was like a thunderclap on a calm spring day. The terrifying killing intent that he had finally managed to calm once again surged like a volcano.

Nie Renwang's body trembled violently, his beard and hair standing on end. He took a half-step forward to block the crowd, roaring fiercely:

"Even though Feng'er suffered the backlash from the demonic blade, it was all for the sake of saving all living beings. What crime has he committed?"

"You lackeys of the imperial court, stop spouting your benevolence and morality! If anyone dares to lay a finger on my son, I'll be the first to object!"

The head guard let out a mocking snort, looking at the enraged Mad Blade with a forced smile:

"Master Nie, this is the imperial edict of the Emperor himself."

"For the safety of all people, what is the sacrifice of Nie Feng alone?"

"Moreover, His Majesty has already reached a secret agreement with the leader of the Qiu Jue Sect. As long as Nie Feng's head is cut off, the Northern Territory of 'Frost City' will be handed over to the Qiu Jue Sect."

"With such a tight net in place, Nie Feng is doomed!"

Qiu Jue casually licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, her fingertips idly toying with the poisoned silver needles, while she smiled seductively at the enraged Bu Jingyun:

"Did you hear me clearly? Bu Jingyun, I was killing someone under imperial decree, and it's perfectly legitimate."

Having said that, she didn't look at the crowd again. Her narrow eyes suddenly turned to the raging river on the opposite bank, and a chilling, bloodthirsty frenzy suddenly erupted from the depths of her eyes:

"My good disciples, why aren't you chasing after them?"

"That madman Nie Feng has already escaped far away. Be extremely careful not to get hurt by him. Remember, your own lives are the most important thing, do you hear me!"

"Your disciple obeys!"

The twelve Red Generals burst into a sharp, grotesque laugh that made one's teeth ache, glared viciously at Bu Jingyun and the others, and then their fat bodies suddenly shrank.

The twelve living people rolled and rubbed against each other on the muddy riverbank like twelve heavy, enormous wheels of flesh and blood, creating a deafening roar that shook the earth. They fearlessly crushed themselves into the Nu River and braved the raging waves to cross it.

Qiu Jue swayed slightly with her alluring figure, instantly transforming into a desolate red streak that chased after the river surface.

Four alluring women, their bodies draped in thin veils, let out bursts of silvery laughter. Their graceful figures, like goddesses dancing on the water, lightly touched the waves with their toes, and followed Qiu Jue's steps across the river.

The head of the guards dared not be negligent in the slightest. He lashed his whip and led a group of elite imperial guards to search for a ferry or raft, hurriedly following the trail.

"This is terrible! These heartless and wicked people are going to harm Feng'er!"

Nie Renwang was extremely anxious. His tiger-like eyes widened as he turned to stare intently at Duan Shuai and Bu Jingyun beside him.

"Quick, after them!"

Duan Shuai nodded heavily, his face as still as water.

Without a word, Bu Jingyun's tall figure instantly transformed into a cold, flowing cloud that tore through the night sky, and he took the lead, rushing into the night sky above the river.

This life-or-death chase lasted for several days in the blink of an eye.

Several days later, one morning, as the eastern sky began to lighten and the first rays of dawn appeared.

After a non-stop, rapid journey, the group finally stopped their weary, dew-covered steps before a deep, vast valley.

The valley is deep and quiet, and is shrouded in wispy, milky-white mist all year round.

The towering cliffs on both sides resemble inverted swords piercing the sky. Looking out, dozens of rustic farmhouses are scattered in a charmingly haphazard way in the heart of the valley.

It was dawn, and wisps of smoke rose from the rooftops of farmhouses. The faint sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking echoed through the valley. After the bloodshed and turmoil of the journey, this place exuded an inexplicable sense of secluded tranquility and peace.

"This is……"

Nie Renwang's burly, mountain-like body suddenly stiffened as he stared intently at the familiar outline of the valley before him, a shape etched into his very bones.

In an instant, endless vicissitudes and unbearable memories surged in those battle-hardened tiger eyes, and even his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Nie Family Village".

This place was once his utopia, where he abandoned all fame and fortune in the martial world and lived in seclusion with his beloved wife.

Back then, he naively believed that as long as he held a hoe, he would own the whole world. He willingly buried the blood-soaked Snow Drinker Blade deep underground, only wishing to be an ordinary farmer who worked from sunrise to sunset.

Until Yan Ying, the woman who had sworn eternal love to him, abandoned her husband and children and left without looking back, for the sake of illusory power in the martial arts world and extreme vanity.

The past is like a vast expanse of smoke and clouds, yet every word and phrase gnaws at my heart like a slow, agonizing knife.

Looking at the familiar scene before him, now changed beyond recognition, Nie Renwang felt a tearing pain surge in his chest. He clenched his fists tightly, and the bones in his rough hands turned slightly pale from the excessive force.

"Wind..."

Nie Renwang took a deep breath of the cold morning air, forcibly suppressing the bitterness and old resentment surging in his heart. His gaze once again turned into cold lightning, scanning the surrounding mountains with lightning speed like a hawk.

"On that cliff!"

Bu Jingyun suddenly raised his hand, his fingers pointing like a sword, and pointed into the depths of the clouds.

Following the direction his sword pointed, everyone gazed into the distance and saw that at the deepest part of the valley, on a sheer cliff that looked as if it had been cleaved by Pangu's giant axe, a bottomless natural stone cave was clearly visible.

On a precipitous cliff protruding from outside the cave, a solitary figure sat cross-legged against the mountain wind—none other than Nie Feng, whom everyone had been searching for!

At this moment, the violent demonic energy that had been churning around Nie Feng like boiling water had mysteriously been completely withdrawn into his body.

His eyes were closed, his face was unusually peaceful and calm, and he did not show any sharpness. He was like an enlightened old monk who had been sitting in meditation for hundreds of years. He was completely different from the terrifying, ruthless, and bloodthirsty man he had been a few days ago.

However, it was precisely this eerie state of extreme desolation that caused all the top experts present to feel a strange palpitation from the depths of their souls, as if a world-destroying storm was suppressed and lurking beneath this stagnant calm.

"Hmph, you dare to play tricks on me even when you're about to die."

Qiu Jue looked up at the precarious cliff, a cold laugh full of utter contempt escaping her nostrils, her alluring eyes revealing an unmistakable intent to kill.

With a sinister look in her eyes, the twelve Red Generals immediately understood.

"Disciple will remove this demon's head from the sect master's neck!"

The twelve red generals simultaneously let out a piercing, eerie scream that shook the heavens.

The twelve short, stout bodies instantly curled up like balls, transforming into twelve enormous, blood-red fleshy spheres.

With a deafening roar that sent chills down their spines, the monsters ignored the gravity of heaven and earth, surging upwards against the current along the almost vertical steep rock wall as if walking on flat ground, carrying a ferocious power that could crush everything, heading straight for Nie Feng, who was meditating on the precipice!

"kill!"

The twelve scarlet afterimages, like maggots clinging to bones, had already approached within ten feet of the stone cave in just a few breaths.

The twelve enormous, heavy iron fire wheels slashed wildly across the cold, hard rock wall, leaving trails of dazzling, brilliant sparks.

Accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, twelve deadly blades simultaneously attacked from twelve cunning directions, like a net that completely sealed off any tiny space where Nie Feng could possibly dodge.

Nie Feng remained motionless, eyes closed and knees crossed, like a clay or wooden sculpture.

Just as the razor-sharp blade, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, carrying a deadly wind, was about to approach his throat, less than three inches away, his eyes, which had been tightly closed for a long time, suddenly opened without warning!

Om-!

A violent, crimson light, seemingly rising from the depths of a blood-red sea of ​​the underworld, burst forth from the depths of his pupils.

The gaze, like a materialized, peerless weapon, instantly illuminated the precipice, making it appear as if it were immersed in a pool of blood, a scene of utter desolation.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of rapid, thunderous clangs of metal suddenly erupted on the cliff face.

Nie Feng didn't even change his cross-legged posture. Relying solely on the demonic energy emanating from his body and his fair palms with their flesh and bone growth, he instantly countered the ferocious attacks unleashed by the twelve red generals with sheer speed.

The heavy fire wheel, powerful enough to split mountains and cleave rivers, was unable to break through even the slightest distance beyond the three-foot-wide aura barrier around Nie Feng, where sparks flew everywhere!

"This is a tricky idea! We'll form the 'Earthly Branches Annihilation Formation'!"

The leader of the Red Army suddenly felt his arms go numb and about to break. In his horror, he immediately let out a fierce shout.

Despite the danger, the twelve remained calm and their figures moved in a strange and unpredictable manner in mid-air. They stepped on the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches of the Qimen Dunjia formation and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a seamless and impenetrable array of blades and wheels.

The twelve fine iron fire wheels were linked end to end, supporting each other's strength, and their rotating and cutting momentum suddenly increased several times over.

The intense friction between the wheel rim and the air created a sky full of blazing flames. Looking up from the bottom of the valley, it resembled a celestial fire dragon burning with crimson flames, baring its fangs and roaring as it frantically lunged at Nie Feng on the precipice.

This bizarre and unparalleled formation is the signature technique of the "Defeated Sect," which has established itself in the martial arts world. It gathers the power of twelve peak-level masters of the Innate Realm, and its offense and defense are perfectly integrated without any flaws. Even if a grandmaster unfortunately falls into the formation, he will certainly not escape the miserable fate of being torn into a pile of minced meat by the chaotic blades.

"Wind God Legs—Catching the Wind and Shadows!"

The cold rebuke was like ice breaking. Nie Feng's cross-legged figure suddenly became ethereal without warning, leaving behind a lifelike and almost indistinguishable solid afterimage.

Its true form had already risen from the ground, and countless sharp leg shadows poured down from the heavens like a torrential downpour.

Each powerful kick was delivered with pinpoint accuracy, like a divine acupuncture point strike, ruthlessly exploding at the most vulnerable points of the twelve fiery wheels.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull, rumbling sounds of flesh colliding were incessant.

That seemingly indestructible crimson fire dragon, capable of burning everything in its path, was actually kicked apart inch by inch from the inside by these illogical leg shadows!

Nie Feng's movements changed like a ghost, and at this moment he seemed to have transformed into a tenacious and unyielding blade of grass standing proudly in the fierce winds of the heavens.

His figure moved swiftly and darting through the dazzling encirclement of the twelve Red Generals.

Immovable as a mountain, it doesn't make a move unless it's a devastating blow.

"ah--!"

With a heart-wrenching wail, a Red General's burly body was struck as if by a heavy hammer. His famous Wind and Fire Wheels were kicked by Nie Feng's unpredictable kick, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and fly out of his hand. They flew out like a meteor and deeply embedded themselves in the hard rock wall, leaving only half of the wheel handle still humming and trembling.

Second place, third place...

In the blink of an eye, within just a few breaths, the Earthly Branches Formation, which the Twelve Red Generals were so proud of and which they had never lost, was shattered as if it were made of paper.

The twelve fierce warriors, all wounded and spitting blood, hung upside down on the cliff face like a group of withered leaves swept away by a raging wind.

"This demon... his leg techniques are ridiculously fast!"

The leading red general clutched his collapsed chest tightly, his mouth constantly oozing a ghastly black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His cloudy eyes were filled with horror and despair, knowing full well that even if he and his twelve brothers were tied together, they would be no match for this peerless demon before them, relying solely on their martial arts skills.

"Use the Thunderfire Bombs! Blow this bastard to ashes!"

At a hysterical, frantic command, the twelve Red Generals roared in unison like cornered beasts fighting for their lives.

They suddenly stretched out their rough, large hands and plunged them into the hidden pockets of the crimson undergarments on their chests, pulling out heavy, jet-black iron pellets that exuded an aura of death.

These unassuming iron balls are actually the ultimate weapon, the "Thunderbolt Fireball," secretly crafted by the Defeatless Sect. They must be forcibly detonated using the caster's unique true energy, and their terrifying power is enough to level half a mountain.

"Go to hell, Grandpa!"

The twelve fierce generals had bloodshot eyes and simultaneously channeled their remaining true energy into their palms.

The Thunderfire Bomb in his hand suddenly lit up with a blinding red light, and then, like an inescapable rain of death flowers, it crashed down on Nie Feng, who was trapped on the cliff edge, with a sharp sonic boom.