I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A deep, thunderous roar suddenly rolled in from the distant horizon, continuous and seemingly tearing the sky apart.

The earth trembled violently, and the pebbles at the bottom of the valley bounced erratically upwards.

It is not the thunder of spring awakening insects, but the sound of ten thousand horses galloping!

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sky full of yellow, murky dust that blotted out the sun and buried the rising dawn.

A massive elite force, clad in gleaming heavy armor and fluttering banners, surged forth like a black torrent bursting its banks, carrying a merciless deathly aura that seemed to shatter mountains and rivers. In the blink of an eye, they completely surrounded the deep valley.

The leading general, clad in golden armor, reined in his horse and brandished his spear. His face was as cold and stern as ice. He suddenly raised one hand high, and the surrounding clamor instantly fell silent.

Hundreds of sharpshooters carrying repeating crossbows quickly formed ranks behind him, the clatter of their armor plates producing a chilling, menacing sound.

The gleaming, sharp arrows intertwined, forming a deadly barrage that locked onto the cliff top.

Behind the archers, dozens of dark, red-coated cannons roared out, their heavy carriages grinding deep furrows into the muddy ground.

The menacing muzzle of the cannon pointed straight at the sky, silently spewing out a terrifying aura of destruction.

Seeing the elite frontier troops surrounding him with overwhelming force, Qiu Jue's narrow, phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing involuntarily slowed by half a beat.

Although she was a grandmaster from beyond the Great Wall and had always looked down on the common people of the Central Plains, she dared not confront the well-organized border cavalry, who were well-versed in military formations and warfare, especially the giant red cannons and repeating crossbows that were powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rocks. Even with her extraordinary cultivation, she dared not directly challenge their might.

"Damn it! If we let the artillery fire of ten thousand troops shatter Nie Feng, wouldn't my coveted 'Frost City' become nothing but a mirage? Wouldn't the twelve Red Generals have died in vain?"

Qiu Jue harbored a deep-seated hatred, his phoenix eyes brimming with a venomous resentment.

She retreated silently, like a nimble cat hidden in the morning mist, lying in wait atop a towering ancient tree, her gaze fixed on the precipice.

Several poisoned silver needles were already hidden between his fingers in his palm. He was just waiting for his prey to show the slightest weakness during the bombardment of the cannons. He would then rush ahead of the imperial army and snatch the devil's head!

"preparation--"

The golden-armored general held the embroidered dragon command flag high, its murderous aura palpable.

"stop!!"

A fierce, piercing shout shattered the silence of the valley like a thunderclap.

Nie Renwang's towering, mountain-like body transformed into a whirlwind, single-handedly standing before countless sharp blades and menacing cannon muzzles, disregarding everything else.

He stretched out his arms fiercely, his chest, as if cast in bronze and iron, transformed into a towering, unshakeable mountain of flesh and blood, fiercely protecting his son atop the precipice.

"Who dares to harm my son! They'll have to step over my dead body first!"

Nie Renwang's beard and hair stood on end, his wild hair dancing wildly in the turbulent wind.

As his tiger eyes widened, a resolute and tragic sword intent emanated from his body, causing the thousands of battle-hardened soldiers present to shudder and involuntarily feel a sense of awe.

"Master Nie, please move aside."

The deathly silent army formation spread out neatly from the center to both sides like waves.

A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, exuding a dignified and profound aura, rode a snow-white divine steed, slowly walking out amidst the frost-covered ground. This was none other than the current emperor.

His gaze was incredibly complex as he stared at Nie Renwang, who stood with his sword drawn, before looking up at the solitary figure atop the cliff, surrounded by overwhelming demonic energy. His voice carried an air of supreme authority and utter indifference.

"King Nie, I respect you as a man of unwavering integrity. But today, I cannot back down."

"As a father, it is human nature to protect your child with your life, and I do not blame you."

The emperor paused slightly, a glint of ruthlessness and cruelty unique to emperors flashing in his eyes, like the merciless heavens hanging high above.

"But as the supreme ruler, my duty is to protect the people of this land!"

"Nie Feng is deeply rooted in demonic energy and has a bloodthirsty nature. If he is allowed to roam the martial world unchecked, he will surely unleash a sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses, causing immense suffering and devastation!"

"To protect the people of the Central Plains, I have no choice but to kill!"

"Do it!!"

The emperor was furious and unleashed his murderous intent.

The golden-armored general's command flag, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, suddenly slashed down.

"put!!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Hundreds of powerful bows and crossbows exploded simultaneously, the sound of the bowstrings snapping back creating a deadly, agonizing cacophony.

A barrage of meteors and rockets rained down like a torrential downpour, instantly illuminating half the sky as if it were daytime.

Boom boom boom!

Dozens of heavy red cannons simultaneously unleashed a thunderous roar that shattered the clouds, with flames gushing fiercely from their muzzles.

The solid, jet-black shell, carrying a violent kinetic energy capable of destroying everything, tore through the air with a deafening sonic boom and slammed into the precipice.

"Wind!!"

Nie Renwang's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and clenched his fists, ready to rush forward and use his flesh and blood to forcefully withstand the barrage of artillery fire.

In contrast, Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back like a mountain, his cold face showing no sign of worry.

How could the firearms of mere mortals possibly harm Junior Brother Feng in the slightest?

At the critical moment, atop the cliff, the depths of the Deadly Demon Eye seemed to sense an unprecedented crisis of destruction.

"roar--!"

A terrifying roar, unlike anything a human could produce, tore through the layers of clouds and pierced the heavens.

Nie Feng made a move.

There was no dodging or retreating, nor any escape or evasion.

He transformed into a fierce and violent black wind, leaping off the cliff amidst the rain of fire and heavy artillery fire, charging fiercely towards the army of ten thousand!

"Wind God Leg - Wind Sweeps Away Buildings!"

The wind howled and swirled, and the airflow rapidly condensed into a terrifying tornado visible to the naked eye.

Heavy artillery shells and dense crossbow rockets, powerful enough to collapse city walls, were abruptly deflected from their intended trajectories by the protective aura surging around the body.

A series of earth-shattering explosions erupted in mid-air, turning into a sky full of dazzling yet deadly fireworks.

Nie Feng's dark figure, like a grim reaper from the depths of hell, crashed into the very center of the army formation with unparalleled downward momentum.

boom!

The earth trembled and cracked, and dozens of heavily armored infantrymen were instantly shattered, their bones broken and blood flowing from their seven orifices.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!!"

The golden-armored general roared in terror, his pupils contracting violently. He raised his iron spear, ready to charge forward at the cost of his life.

"Demon Blade - Demonic Energy Abounds!"

A chillingly beautiful, ten-foot-long black blade of light flashed across the sky like a bolt of lightning from the netherworld.

The golden-armored general roared and instinctively swung his iron spear to desperately block the attack.

"Clang—Snap!"

The steel spear shaft snapped like rotten wood in an instant. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and, along with his horse, was sent flying dozens of feet away by the terrifying blade energy, crashing heavily into the heavily armored formation, his fate unknown.

A torrent of hot, bloody rain poured down like a fountain, drenching the soldiers from head to toe.

Nie Feng held the Snow Drinking Mad Blade upside down, moving as if it were empty, and completely started a one-sided world-destroying massacre.

With each cruel slash, dozens of helmeted heads would fly into the sky like ripe watermelons.

Each brutal sweep of the leg was accompanied by a sickeningly loud, bone-crackling sound.

The well-trained frontier soldiers, capable of crushing thousands of troops, were as fragile as clay chickens and earthen dogs in the face of Nie Feng, who was engulfed in demonic flames and utterly inhuman. They were even completely stripped of the courage to fight back.

"ah!!"

"A devil! He's a demon crawled out of hell!!"

The piercing screams and desperate wails intertwined and rose and fell, converging into a chilling symphony of death.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, thousands of battle-hardened elites had fallen in pools of blood.

Severed limbs and broken internal organs littered the valley, and the pungent scarlet blood completely stained the parched earth, forming a river of blood.

It also soaked through the demon's plain white clothes.

Nie Feng was covered in blood, thick blood dripping continuously from the blade, like an unparalleled evil spirit emerging from the deepest part of the Asura Purgatory, making people's livers and gallbladders tremble and dare not look directly at him.

The emperor was forced to retreat repeatedly under the desperate protection of his imperial guards who held shields, his bright yellow dragon robe stained with mottled blood.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with extreme terror and disbelief.

As the ruler of the world, how could he have imagined that a mere martial artist would be so powerful, single-handedly defeating a massive army!

Amidst the deathly silence and terror that filled the arena, the frenzied, slaughtering demonic figure suddenly froze.

The crimson demonic eyes swept across the mountain of corpses and wreckage, seemingly driven by some primal bloodlust within him, and he no longer had the slightest desire to fight.

"roar!"

With a low growl, Nie Feng's figure suddenly rose into the air.

Like a peerless roc bathed in blood soaring into the sky, it stirred up a gust of pungent blood wind, instantly crossing the cliff and fleeing rapidly towards the vast and endless far north.

"The demon is trying to escape! Chase him!"

Upon seeing this, Qiu Jue, who was lurking on the treetop, gleamed with a dazzling light in his bewitching eyes.

The long-awaited moment has finally arrived!

Even though Nie Feng possesses unparalleled demonic power, after repeated fierce battles and being relentlessly besieged by an army of ten thousand, his internal energy must have been completely depleted.

Now is the perfect opportunity to strike a fatal blow and take the head of the enemy!

"Soaring Through the Waves!"

Qiu Jue's graceful figure transformed into a streak of fierce lightning, leaving countless afterimages in the void, relentlessly pursuing its target.

"Wind!"

Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai exchanged a glance, both seeing the burning anxiety in each other's eyes. They immediately gathered their strength and leaped forward, chasing after each other without regard for anything else.

Bu Jingyun frowned deeply, staring intently at the northern horizon where the demonic figure had disappeared. In an instant, his figure transformed into a wisp of cloud and vanished from the spot.

Within the ravaged valley, only a mountain of corpses and the lingering terror of defeated soldiers remained, the night air thick with the nauseating stench of blood.

"Your Majesty...will you...continue the pursuit?"

The guard commander's legs trembled like leaves, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably; he was clearly terrified by the rain of blood.

As the emperor gazed upon the carnage of the battlefield, a profound sorrow flashed in his eyes, only to be completely swallowed up by his overwhelming imperial rage and chilling killing intent.

"Chase!!"

His jaw clenched, each word as cold as ice from the deepest hell, conveying an undeniable resolve.

"Issue my ironclad order: immediately mobilize all armored troops stationed at the border and lay a trap for me!"

"No matter how many lives are lost, the devil must be brought to justice on the spot!"

"He must not be allowed to return to the Central Plains alive!!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!!"

The frantic run lasted for a full day and night.

Amidst the ever-changing winds and clouds, a group of top experts braved the elements, traversing the dark and boundless dense forests and crossing the desolate wilderness where sand and stones flew.

Finally, they stopped in their tracks before a towering, icy cliff that seemed to sever the heavens and the earth.

The cliffs rise thousands of feet high, piercing the sky. They are extremely steep and smooth as a mirror, covered with ancient ice that has stood for millennia. Even agile monkeys would find it difficult to climb, and birds would find it hard to cross even a fraction of the height.

Nie Feng moved like a demon, seemingly walking on flat ground as if facing a thousand-foot-high ice cliff.

With a few quick taps of its toes through the crevices of the rocks, it became a tiny black dot and boldly climbed to the top.

Qiu Jue, Bu Jingyun, Nie Renwang, and Duan Shuai were all top talents of their time. They immediately gathered all their true energy and used the supreme lightness skill of "Gecko Climbing Walls" to climb straight up the cold cliff like agile monkeys.

The tens of thousands of frontier cavalry that followed could only sigh in despair at the impassable, frigid chasm.

No matter how much the golden-armored general lashed his whip and roared, the thousands of feet of vertical ice wall was ultimately a deadly place beyond the reach of ordinary soldiers.

The army was at the bottom of the cliff, frantic with worry, but helpless.

Above the desolate cliff top, the biting wind was like a sharp knife, whipping up a blizzard that raged and danced wildly, leaving the world a vast expanse of white, deathly silence.

Nie Feng stood proudly on the edge of the precipice, letting the extreme cold and snow lash him, his figure exuding a despairing loneliness and madness.

The Deathly Silence Demon Eye remained unmoved, coldly sweeping over the group of people who were chasing after Po Xue.

As soon as Bu Jingyun landed, his sharp gaze locked onto his former junior brother's face like a drawn sword.

Suddenly, his cold, stern pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and his expression changed drastically:

"wrong!"

Amidst the raging blizzard, a grotesque, blood-red vertical crack had silently appeared in the center of Nie Feng's smooth forehead.

Like a demonic eye of the underworld that has been closed for a thousand years, it slowly seeps outward with an eerie red light that makes people tremble and is enough to rob them of their minds.

"Oh no! Junior Brother Feng has fallen even deeper into demonic possession!"

A terrifying wave surged through Bu Jingyun's heart. An extremely ominous shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body, and even his tightly clenched fists involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeking absolute certainty, yet completely unaware of the extremely dangerous and deadly mutations.

In her eyes, the prey that had gone through a long journey and bloody battles must have been completely drained of its contents and was surely at its last gasp.

This desolate, snow-capped peak, isolated from the world, is the perfect place, a divinely ordained killing ground, to take the demon's head.