I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Time passes silently, and everything changes like fleeting clouds.

In the blink of an eye, a month has quietly passed.

At the very top of the celestial palace, clouds drift and fly.

Duan Lang sat cross-legged, suspended in the void of the nine heavens. He had nothing to rely on but the vast true energy around him surged wildly, causing his fiery red brocade robe to flutter in the wind.

The peerless weapon, the Fire Kirin Sword, hovered in front of him, its crimson blade tightly wrapped with wisps of eerie black patterns, faintly emanating a low, bloodthirsty roar.

Suddenly, an immense and terrifying aura burst forth from his limbs and bones, soaring into the sky like a rainbow piercing the sun!

The surrounding void twisted and boiled violently, and a vast illusory world appeared out of thin air!

The blade's sharpness cuts through illusion;

The gun's edge is straight, piercing through heaven and earth;

The realm of swords is chilling, a place of judgment for all living beings;

The halberd's dominance is overwhelming, annihilating thousands of armies;

The baton is heavy and imposing, suppressing mountains and rivers;

The boxing world is fierce and powerful, breaking through limits like thunder;

He controls the vast realm, capable of turning clouds into rain;

Legs without a trace, sealing off all directions;

The Claw Realm is ruthless, capable of locking away souls and taking lives;

The finger points to the void, a single strike seals the fate!

The Ten Directions Martial Arts, ten supreme true meanings, were now flowing wildly around Duan Lang, reflecting each other and rendering the vast void within a radius of hundreds of feet with colorful hues, as if a god had descended to earth.

"When all directions converge, one becomes invincible!"

Duan Lang suddenly opened his narrow eyes and roared arrogantly, as if thunder roared from the heavens.

In an instant, the Ten Directions Illusionary Realm seemed to be forcibly drawn by some supreme will, defying common sense and rapidly collapsing and converging towards the center, eventually merging completely into one, transforming into a chaotic and incomprehensible yet all-encompassing terrifying destructive energy.

boom--!

A visible, violent shockwave, centered on Duanlang, swept outwards in all directions, instantly shattering the thick clouds in the sky.

After a long while, the heavens finally returned to calm.

Duan Lang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his abdomen, and all the astonishing phenomena around him were completely absorbed back into his body.

He looked completely natural, with no trace of arrogance left, except for his deep eyes, which seemed to hold the entire universe within them.

With a slight movement, it drifted down like a light leaf, landing steadily on the spacious terrace at the top of the Heavenly Palace.

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master! The Ten Directions Invincible Scripture has finally been completed. From now on, though the world is vast, there will be no one who can rival you!"

Wen Nu and Leng Yan, who had been waiting at the edge of the terrace, witnessed the earth-shattering, world-destroying scene. Their eyes were filled with extreme fanaticism and blind worship.

Seeing Duan Lang gracefully land, they quickly rushed forward, knelt heavily on one knee, and loudly congratulated him.

"Jiang Chen always says I'm greedy and can't handle things properly. Heh, now that I've mastered the Ten Directions Return to Origin and achieved great success in my divine skill, I'm going to make him look at me in a new light."

Duan Lang's lips slowly curled into an extremely confident and arrogant smile. He placed his hands behind his back and cast his deep gaze toward the location of the Supreme Elder's Pavilion on the back mountain.

Having said that, he abruptly withdrew his gaze, looked down at the two sword slaves kneeling on the ground, and asked in a calm tone,

"Have the offerings from Japan been sent this year?"

"Reporting to the master, Jue Tian has done a good job and has already sent people to deliver this year's tribute. It totals ten million taels of gold, ten thousand chests of jewels, and... three hundred carefully selected noble songstresses from Japan."

Wen Nu lowered his head, quickly clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and answered loudly.

"Very good. This child, Jue Tian, ​​is getting things done more and more to my liking."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's narrow eyes flashed with a look of extreme satisfaction, and he nodded slightly in approval.

"Let's go and see those 'special products' from Japan."

The world of martial arts is always a murky pool that can never be stirred up.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the water lies a turbulent undercurrent, which may suddenly and without warning unleash a devastating storm that could devour lives.

In the heart of the Central Plains, on an extremely desolate and lifeless ancient road, howling winds whip up clouds of yellow sand, dazzling the eye.

Two solitary figures faced each other from afar amidst the swirling sandstorm.

On the left was a man with a burly build, like an iron tower, his face full of taut, menacing flesh, radiating a nauseatingly fierce aura.

Especially his enormous, bell-like eyes, which exuded a chilling arrogance and ruthlessness, as if he were about to devour someone at any moment.

It was none other than Wu Er, the leader of the Unique Sect, who had risen to prominence in the martial arts world in recent years and was known for his ruthless killings.

Standing opposite him was a young man with a cold and icy expression.

He wore the most ordinary, simple clothes, yet his posture was as upright as a pine tree.

A massive black iron sword case was tightly strapped to his broad back.

The sword case was made of some rare material, its entire body dark and deep, exuding a heavy and oppressive terrifying aura, as if a peerless ferocious beast was imprisoned in a deep abyss.

"Wu Er, you have disappointed me greatly."

Huai Kong's expression was extremely indifferent, his gaze as calm as an ancient, unwavering pool.

He silently gazed at his former acquaintance, now radiating murderous intent, a flicker of barely concealed sorrow and disappointment crossing his eyes. He slowly parted his lips, his voice as cold as a chilling spring.

"Back then, I saved you from your suffering and taught you martial arts, hoping that you would become a man of integrity, not a butcher who indiscriminately kills the innocent."

"Since the establishment of the Unique Sect, you have slaughtered three families in order to expand your power, which is too much."

"Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and take back your martial arts."

"Acting on behalf of Heaven? Hahahaha!"

Wu Er suddenly threw his head back and burst into a wild, arrogant laugh that seemed to shatter the clouds and split rocks. The ear-piercing laughter was filled with extreme madness and disdain.

"Huai Kong! Stop pretending!"

"You saved me back then, but I also risked my life for you for many years!"

"Now I am determined to be unique in this martial world. Anyone who dares to stand in my way will be killed!"

"Not even you!"

"Since you're so stubborn, then make your move."

Huai Kong shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with sorrow, his expression remaining calm and undisturbed.

"Let me see just how much you've improved over the years."

You'll see!

Wu Er let out a fierce roar, and his burly figure suddenly sprang up like a tiger breaking free of its cage, rushing towards them with a suffocating stench.

Although he was unarmed, his right arm swung wildly, his palm like a knife and his arm like a sword!

"The Mighty Dog Sword - A Powerful Reversal of Fortune!"

The body slashed out fiercely, the brutal and invisible sword force was astonishing, and in an instant it forcibly reversed the surrounding airflow.

It was as if even the invisible air was torn apart by the violent blow, carrying an extremely domineering and destructive sword aura that went straight for Huai Kong's vulnerable throat.

The sword strikes were powerful and heavy, ruthless and cunning, displaying the sharpness of unorthodox techniques.

Despite facing a devastating blow, Huai Kong remained calm and composed.

It only moved with ease just as the chilling, sharp edge was about to touch the flesh of the throat.

Immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder!

His body shifted slightly to the side at an incredible angle, seemingly incredibly slow, yet he perfectly avoided the deadly strike at the last second.

He swiftly extended his right hand, his palm surging with a powerful and balanced inner energy, fearlessly meeting Wu Er's savage and domineering sword blade with his bare hand.

clang!

A deafening, crisp sound, like the clash of metal, pierced through the swirling sandstorm.

Huai Kong's Void-Breaking Yuan Hand technique was profound and unpredictable. With a gentle pull of his right palm, he completely neutralized the incomparably fierce and deadly sword energy, turning it into nothingness.

He then used the momentum against them, unleashing a hidden force that rebounded back, causing Wu Er's burly figure to stagger and stagger back several steps.

"What a bizarre method!"

Wu Er barely managed to steady himself by using the hilt of his sword to brace himself against the ground. A deep sense of seriousness and apprehension finally crept into his arrogant eyes.

"The Void-Piercing Technique truly lives up to its name! Let's try again!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle amidst the swirling yellow sand.

Qiangdao Dog Sword was exceptionally fierce, each move aimed directly at a fatal weakness, each strike carrying the madness of mutual destruction.

Huai Kong was as steady as the Five Sacred Mountains, and despite carrying a heavy and huge sword box on his back, he did not appear cumbersome at all.

With just his two flesh and blood hands, he completely neutralized the relentless and violent attacks, and in every gesture, he exuded the demeanor of a master with perfect skill.

Dozens of moves were executed in a frenzied exchange, all in the blink of an eye.

Huai Kong's sharp eyes spotted the flaw, and his gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp as a knife.

His right hand rapidly transformed into a palm, and within the palm, a chaotic energy that was twisting wildly was rapidly condensing, as if even the surrounding space was being sucked up and swallowed up by this palm.

With a thunderous shout, a simple palm strike landed squarely on Wu Er's broad chest.

boom!

What appears to be a light and effortless strike actually contains a terrifying destructive force capable of shattering the void.

Wu Er felt as if his chest had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his proud protective aura shattered instantly like fragile porcelain.

His entire body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, finally crashing heavily into the yellow sand, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

You lost.

Huai Kong slowly withdrew his burning palm and reached out to straighten the heavy sword case on his back.

He slowly stepped forward, looking down at his defeated opponent from his elevated position.

"Your 'Strong Dog Sword' may be fierce, but it only has bestiality, not humanity."

"Martial arts without humanity will ultimately be unworthy of respect."

"I am sparing your martial arts today out of consideration for our past relationship."

"If you continue to be so stubborn, I will show no mercy the next time we meet."

"Huai Kong...you're still as strong as ever..."

Wu Er gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the rough gravel in a very disheveled state.

Staring intently at the young man's increasingly aloof and distant figure, her large, coppery eyes, far from harboring any resentment or malice, instead blazed with a fierce, insane fire.

He roughly wiped the thick blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then abruptly turned around and hysterically roared at his numerous subordinates who were rushing towards him from afar.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"From this day forward, I have only one life goal—to defeat Huai Kong!"

"Anyone who dares to stop me from practicing my martial arts will be skinned alive!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

All the henchmen knelt on the ground in fear and agreed.

Each of these people had a conspicuous scarlet "dog" branded cruelly on their foreheads. Now, being hit by Wu Er's fierce and menacing aura, they were so frightened that cold sweat poured down their foreheads along with the humiliating brand, and they trembled uncontrollably.

Just a few dozen feet away from the ancient Huangsha Road, a withered old tree stands alone in the wind.

A young boy, about ten years old, sat cross-legged on the top of a slender and fragile treetop with great ease. His body rose and fell slightly with the cold wind, showing no sign of falling.

The boy was born with exquisite features, delicate eyebrows and bright eyes.

His big, dark eyes were clear and bright, like a cold mountain spring, revealing an undeniable cleverness.

Most strikingly, she had a head of long, dazzling, silvery-white hair as white as frost and snow.

Flying wildly in the desolate winds, it forms a striking visual contrast with the innocent and youthful face, exuding an indescribable eeriness and holiness.

Right in the center of her smooth brow, a bright red birthmark, as vivid as blood, was clearly visible.

The birthmark was extremely long and narrow, resembling a peerless divine sword shrunk countless times, faintly exuding a terrifying sharpness.

"It looks like there's a big monster locked in that black box that older brother is carrying! It's so much fun! It's a shame he won't let the monster out to bite people, that's so boring."

The boy casually toyed with a withered foxtail grass in his hand, looking down at the farcical life-and-death struggle on the ancient road in the distance with a bored expression. A playful smile slowly curved his pink lips.

Just then, the once clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, a strong wind arose, and large raindrops pelted down violently.

"Oh dear, it's raining! Mom said if we don't come home in the rain, we'll get a spanking!"

The boy looked up at the dark sky, his expression changed drastically, and he no longer cared about watching the show or joining in the fun.

With a light touch of her toes on the slender treetops, she glided down with the wind like an agile swallow.

Then, in the pouring rain, it made several rapid leaps and falls, and then completely disappeared into the rain and mist at the end of the ancient road.

Although his movements were somewhat immature and awkward, they already exuded a natural and unparalleled agility.