I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Long'er steadied herself and ripped off her monk's robe.

"Sizzle!"

The monk's robe ripped and flew in all directions, revealing a pair of jet-black protective soft armor underneath.

The soft armor clung tightly to the boy's strong body, with a deep palm print clearly imprinted on his chest. The armor plates around the palm print were twisted and deformed, demonstrating the terrifying power of that palm strike.

Below the stage, Master Yiyou stared wide-eyed, oblivious to the half-eaten roast chicken bone falling to the ground with a thud, his voice trembling:

"Hiss—when did this kid put on armor?"

"How come I don't know anything about monks?"

Jin leaned against the pillar, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips.

Of course he knew.

This black armor was found by Long'er from his bundle. He watched Long'er put it on close to his inner clothes, his movements as practiced as if he had done it a hundred times.

Long'er never mentioned the word "precaution," but he did it earlier than anyone else.

"That was close."

Long'er looked down at the palm print on her chest, which was about an inch deep, and spoke in a calm tone as if she were talking about someone else.

"If it weren't for this black armor protecting me, I would have been dead from that palm strike just now."

After saying that, he looked down at the deep palm print on his chest—the armor plate had been twisted and sunken in by the shock, and its protective function had been completely lost.

Keeping it would only be a burden.

He casually removed his black armor and tossed it aside without a second thought.

The black armor landed with a dull thud, which even cracked the stone slab beneath its feet—a testament to the armor's immense weight.

Although he was still young, his exposed upper body already showed signs of muscle definition, with each muscle group sharply defined like it had been carved with a knife, exuding a primal and savage explosive power.

Several old scars remain on his shoulder blades and forearms, marks left from his childhood battles with wild beasts in the mountains behind the Motuo Lanruo Temple.

The audience erupted in another uproar.

"This little monk's physique is terrifying!"

"How old is he exactly? His muscles are bigger than many adult martial monks!"

As Master Yiyou listened to these discussions, a sense of pride welled up in his heart—although this kid had nothing to do with him, he was still nominally his "disciple"!

He secretly puffed out his non-existent chest, stroked his chin, and muttered:

"I guess I have a pretty good eye for people..."

Upon hearing this, Jin glanced at him indifferently.

Yiyou immediately shrank back guiltily.

Long'er stretched her muscles and bones, her shoulder blades sliding under her skin with a slight clicking sound.

He then slowly raised his head, staring intently at Zhan Rulai, a chilling smirk appearing on his lips.

"Fight the Buddha!"

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying a resolute sharpness—

"Five moves have passed."

"I have seen through your martial arts style."

Upon hearing this, the room fell into a deathly silence, which was followed by an even greater uproar.

Did you see it clearly?

He figured out Zhan Tathagata's fighting style in just five moves?

That was Zhan Rulai, who pierced the heart of the abbot of Lingkong Temple with a single palm strike and fought against more than a dozen top martial monks alone!

"Has this kid been beaten senseless?"

"Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

A flood of questions came, but Long'er ignored them.

He spread his five fingers, slowly clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a series of crisp popping sounds, as if announcing something.

"Next—"

"I will defeat you with my own strength, and no longer rely on anything else!"

These words resonated deeply, like a heavy hammer blow striking the hearts of everyone at Buddha's Hand Peak.

The blade of grass that Jin was holding in his mouth was bitten off in half without him realizing it.

He could tell that Long'er wasn't exaggerating—in those clear eyes burned a near-mad, pure, and utterly fierce fighting spirit.

"Interesting," Jin muttered to himself, subtly shifting his toes half a step, ready to provide support at any moment.

Master Yiyou quietly shrank back half a step behind Jin, muttering to himself as he did so:

"Oh no, this little devil has gone wild..."

But a glimmer of light, which he himself did not notice, secretly flashed in his beady eyes.

Looking at the young man whose aura had suddenly changed, Zhan Rulai felt a chill inexplicably rise in his heart.

This feeling is so unfamiliar.

He roamed the martial arts world for decades, crushing countless so-called "geniuses" and "masters" with his poisonous palms.

In his eyes, there are only two kinds of martial artists in the world—

Those who have already died by his hand, and those who are about to die by his hand.

But when faced with this kid who didn't even reach his chest, he actually... felt a momentary pang of fear?

absurd!

Zhan Rulai crushed this inappropriate emotion and burst into a deafening laugh.

"Heh heh heh! Kid!"

His two wisps of beard, as sharp as steel needles, trembled, and his laughter echoed above Buddha's Hand Peak.

"Your performance in this contest has exceeded my expectations!"

"You are the youngest—and most interesting—opponent I have ever seen in my life!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The playfulness dissipated, replaced by the ferocity of a bloodthirsty beast locking onto its prey.

"Fine! I'll grant your wish!"

"I'm sending you—to see Buddha!"

Before the words were even finished, the two of them suddenly sprang into action!

This time, Long'er has completely changed.

He was no longer the little monk who moved like water and mainly dodged.

He seemed to be ignited, his entire body bursting with an unstoppable desire to attack.

He held the black sword horizontally in his hand. The blade was as black as night and did not reflect any light, but it carried a suffocatingly heavy pressure.

Sword One.

The opening move was unpretentious, a simple horizontal sword strike aimed directly at the vital point of Zhan Rulai's throat!

It was simple, yet it hit the nail on the head, using simplicity to overcome complexity, forcing the Buddha to confront it head-on.

Zhan Rulai slapped the sword's edge away with one palm, then followed up with a series of palm strikes, unleashing a torrential downpour of Killing Heart Thunder's poisonous palms.

Long'er did not retreat, and the black sword followed in succession, with the second sword closely following behind—a combo attack, not seeking to kill, but only to probe and tear open a weakness.

One sword, two swords, three swords—each strike probed the Buddha's response patterns, as if questioning him with the sword.

Zhan Rulai's expression gradually became serious.

This kid's swordsmanship... something's not right.

It was not any sword technique he had ever seen before.

JX3 (Swordman Online 3)

Long'er suddenly let out a low shout, and the black sword spun rapidly in his hand. Three sharp sword beams shot out from different angles and at different speeds at the same time, attacking the difficult points to defend!

Fast as lightning, slow as a venomous snake, slanted as a ghost—it's impossible to tell which one is the main attack!

Zhan Rulai struck with his palm, parrying two attacks, but the third sword beam bypassed his palm defense at an extremely tricky angle.

"hiss--!"

The sword pierced through the Buddha's left shoulder, tearing open the skin and flesh, causing blood to splatter!

Although it didn't pierce through, it was already a serious injury.

The audience erupted in uproar.

Zhan Rulai's face twitched as he looked down in disbelief at the bloody gash on his shoulder.

"How dare you!"

He erupted in fury, his palms pressing down with the force to shatter mountains and split rocks. He unleashed the full power of his Killing Heart Thunder without reservation, each palm carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains!

Long'er charged forward, Sword Six!

Use the opponent's offensive as a starting point to turn defense into offense.

The black sword neither parried nor blocked, but instead cut diagonally in following the direction of the palm force, using the force against the opponent, and thrusting the tip of the sword straight at Zhan Rulai's chest!

"Bang!"

The palm strike of the Buddha was forcefully cut off and deflected by the sword force. The two forces collided, and the shockwave exploded, sending all the rubble accumulated on the platform flying!

But the Buddha was no pushover either.

The deflected palm wind grazed Long'er's side ribs, and with a "thud," a sharp, dull pain shot through the boy's ribs; one of them was definitely broken.

Long'er didn't cry out, but gritted her teeth and continued to press forward!

Sword Seven.

Two sword energies intersected, like the character "seven" cleaving through the air, thrusting diagonally—the very sword that breaks through the entanglement—specifically designed to sever the opponent's offensive trajectory!

One sword aura blocked the force line of Zhan Rulai's left palm, while another went straight for his right rib!

"hiss--!"

Zhan Rulai had no choice but to forcefully stop and retreat, but he was still grazed by the sword energy on his lower abdomen, leaving another bloody mark.

The monks below the stage all gasped in shock, many turning deathly pale.

This is hardly a martial arts competition.

This little monk is going to torture Zhan Rulai to death by a thousand cuts!

In the audience, Master Yiyou's mouth was agape in disbelief, and he even forgot to gnaw on the roast chicken bone in his hand.

"What...what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

He had traveled the martial world his entire life, and had seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, sword techniques, but this sword technique before him...

The moves are simple, yet each one hits the mark, and the transitions between moves are so smooth that they seem to be a natural progression, with each strike paving the way for the next.

"I've never seen anything like it..." he murmured to himself, his voice filled with genuine shock.

"Where did this kid learn this swordsmanship?"

Jin stood to the side, arms crossed, expression calm, but his eyes remained fixed on the stage.

He already knew what Long'er was practicing.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique is the signature martial art of the Sword Saint Dugu Jian.

It's not surprising that the people in the audience didn't recognize him.

More than ten years have passed since the old sword saint passed away, and the number of people in the martial arts world who have seen the true form of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique can be counted on one hand.

These monks are confined to the temple gates their whole lives, and they wouldn't recognize each other even if they saw them.

"puff!"

A muffled thud!

Zhan Rulai's left shoulder was completely torn apart by the residual force of the sword energy, and blood dripped down the blade, blooming into scarlet flowers on the bluestone slab.

"hiss--!"

Zhan Rulai groaned, his face twitching.

He'd lived most of his life and had no more than three scars to his name—but today, a callow youth had pierced him right through.

But he truly lived up to his reputation as a ruthless and ruthless man who dominated his era.

Instead of retreating when he was pierced, he leaned forward and grabbed the sword with his left hand to prevent Long'er from drawing it. His right palm transformed into a claw, carrying the remaining force of the Killing Thunder, and slammed into Long'er's back with a "bang"!

"puff--!"

Long'er's back was torn open, and blood splattered everywhere!

A palm print, about a foot long, stretched across the boy's back, with the white bone faintly visible—a truly shocking sight!

The two ended up severely injured!

Despite the excruciating pain, Long'er kicked Zhan Rulai in the chest, using the momentum to draw her sword and leap back. Both of them retreated three steps, leaving two long streaks of blood on the table.

The monks below the stage all gasped in shock, and many of them turned pale!

Master Yiyou's face was as white as a sheet of paper, his clenched fists dug his nails into his flesh, and his lips trembled as he couldn't speak.

A sharp glint flashed in Jin's eyes, and his toes had already quietly steadied the angle for his jump—if Long'er's life was in danger, he would make his move within a moment.

However, Long'er's next move stunned everyone.

"Hey--"

Long'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a smile actually appeared on her lips.

It wasn't a bitter smile, nor was it forced; it was a pure, unrestrained laugh that came from the very core of his being.

"happy!"

As he uttered those two words, his eyes blazed with intense light, his fighting spirit so strong it was almost tangible, causing the nearest monks to involuntarily take a half-step back.

"Fight the Buddha! In this battle—I will definitely settle the score with you!"

Upon hearing this, Jin's tense body slowly relaxed.

He could see it—Long'er wasn't showing off or putting on a brave face.

He was truly awakened by this bloody battle, something hidden deep within his very being.

"This kid..." Jin whispered, "gets stronger the more he fights."

Master Yiyou didn't understand the sentence, but he didn't have time to think about it. He just held the roast chicken bone and stared at the stage with a heart full of fear.

Zhan Rulai was also completely aroused to his ferocity.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, making the entire Buddha Hand Peak vibrate!

With a long roar, his muscles suddenly swelled, and the golden kasaya, which was already stretched to the point of bursting, shattered completely with a "bang," and the fragments scattered in the air like butterflies.

Freed from the constraints of the kasaya, his body resembled a Vajra warrior cast in bronze and iron, every muscle writhing and churning beneath his skin. An extremely terrifying aura erupted from within him, like a floodgate bursting open.

The surrounding air became viscous, as if compressed into a tangible form by this force.

The monks in the front row were so forced that their legs went weak and they knelt down.

"amazing!"

Zhan Rulai's voice changed; it was no longer the previous contempt and mockery, but a sigh of admiration for another hero.

"Young man, your fighting spirit is remarkable; I admire you more and more!"

He abruptly stopped smiling, his murderous intent becoming clear.

"Fine! I'll send you to your grave in one move!"

He slowly raised both palms, palms facing each other, and a dark purple poisonous gas swirled and condensed between his palms, growing thicker and faster.

A hissing sound filled the air as the poisonous gas generated electric arcs during its rapid rotation, and spiderweb-like lightning crackled and leaped between their fingers!

"Killing Intent Thunder at twelve-tenths of its power—"

"Thunder Annihilates the World!"

Rumble!

A thunderclap suddenly rang out from nowhere!

Zhan Rulai raised his right palm high, and a fist-sized ball of purplish-black lightning suddenly condensed in his palm. The lightning pulsed wildly, illuminating his extremely ferocious face.

He seemed to transform into a thunder god descending to earth, pressing down on Long'er with earth-shattering power!

Wherever it passed, the hard stone slabs cracked and collapsed like tofu, and the air was torn in two, emitting a heart-wrenching shriek!

"Long'er! Hide quickly!" Master Yiyou finally couldn't help but shout in alarm.

The golden body suddenly tensed up like a bowstring, ready to charge forward at any moment.

however--

Long'er did not dodge.

He didn't even take a step back.

Facing this deadly blow, powerful enough to pulverize a mountain, Long'er showed no fear whatsoever.

What they had was a fighting spirit that was even more intense, purer, and more frenzied than that of the Buddha!

Those clear eyes shone with an astonishing light at that moment, as if two flames were burning fiercely deep within their pupils.

He gripped the black sword tightly with both hands, pouring all his inner strength into the blade without reservation!

The black sword emitted a low hum, and its blade began to tremble slightly.

Two sword energies erupted from the sword simultaneously in the shape of the number "eight," with the inner circle coiling and the outer circle expanding, forming a double-layered vortex of sword energy!

This is the eighth move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the Entangling and Binding Move—

With sword energy, the opponent is trapped at the intersection of the "figure eight" shape, and can be slaughtered at will.

But Ryuji used it in reverse.

He didn't intend to trap Zhan Rulai.

He intended to use these two rotating sword energies to counteract the power of the thunder and carve out a path to survival!

"Sword Eight!"

Long'er shouted loudly, her feet stomping on the stone slabs beneath her feet. She was like a black arrow released from a bow, rushing against the devastating lightning!

boom--!!!

The two beams of light collided violently in mid-air!

The purplish-black lightning and the pitch-black sword energy intertwined and burst forth with a blinding white light in an instant!

The earth is shaking!

Pebbles flew everywhere!

The terrifying energy swept outwards like a hurricane, its power so great that it shattered one of the stone arms of the remaining Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue on the high platform, causing the stone arm to fall and smash half of the stone steps.

The monks below the stage cried out in alarm and retreated. Those with weak internal strength were directly thrown to the ground by the shockwave, tumbling and crawling.

Master Yiyou was so blown away that he slipped and fell. If Jin hadn't reached out and patted him on the back to steady him, he probably would have landed in a crater.

"Thank you so much, Brother Jin..." Yi You said, his face ashen.

Jin ignored him, his gaze fixed on the dust-filled stage.

The thick smoke and dust obscured the view, and no one could see what was happening inside.

So, who won?

On Buddha's Hand Peak, all was silent.

Hundreds of monks held their breath, staring intently at the dust-filled platform.

Jin stood motionless with his arms crossed, only his eyes darting around rapidly—he was peering through the smoke and dust to detect the presence of people on the platform.

Both auras were still present. One was strong, the other weak.

The weaker one was almost at its last gasp.

After a long while, the smoke and dust finally dissipated.

Amidst the ruins, Long'er lay on her back on the rubble, covered in blood, panting heavily.

His black sword was stuck in the rubble beside him, and his arms were slightly bent at an odd angle—his bones were not broken, but his meridians were almost exhausted.

He had exhausted his last bit of strength.

Although Zhan Rulai's clothes were tattered, his bare upper body was covered in wounds, his left shoulder was still bleeding from a sword wound, and his right palm was trembling slightly—he stood firm.

He stood there, looking down at the boy on the ground with a complicated expression.

The outcome seems to be decided.

"Sigh..." A chorus of sighs rose and fell from the audience.

"What a pity... This little monk is truly remarkable, but he is still a step behind in the end."

"His internal strength isn't deep enough. If he were given another ten years..."

Master Yiyou slumped to the ground, his eyes red-rimmed, muttering to himself:

"My apprentice... that's enough... that's enough..."

Jin remained expressionless, but subtly lowered his center of gravity by half a step.

Long'er's performance has far exceeded his expectations.

Just as the monks thought the situation was settled and were secretly regretting their decision—

Zhan Rulai suddenly turned around.

He didn't press his advantage, nor did he deliver the final blow.

Instead, with his back to Long'er lying on the ground, he slowly closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then, in a tone that no one in the audience had expected, said in a deep voice:

"Old Na has been defeated."

"Let Xiao Moru take the position of leader this time."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The silence lasted for a full three seconds.

Immediately, an uproar erupted!

"What?!"

"The Buddha... has actually admitted defeat?!"

"How is this possible? He was clearly the one who stood until the very end!"

"The little monk was already lying on the ground, why did he admit defeat?"

The hundreds of monks were in an uproar, their discussions boiling like a torrent.

To be honest, many people present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhan Rulai is a cruel and bloodthirsty man. If he were to truly become the leader of the alliance, the martial arts world would likely face many troubles from that point on.

But he clearly won, he clearly stood until the very end...

This sigh of relief felt utterly unconvincing.

Master Yiyou was stunned, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—then he slowly nodded.

He got it.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling was struck dumb. His obese body staggered forward and blocked Zhan Rulai's path. The fake smile on his face could no longer be maintained, and it was replaced by a distorted expression of extreme fear.

"Master! How could you...?"

He saw it clearly—his master still had strength left, while the little monk was already lying on the ground, unable to move even a finger. It was obvious he had won!

"Master! You still have enough strength to defeat this brat, why... underestimate yourself?"

Zhan Rulai stopped in his tracks.

He didn't answer, but slowly turned his head and glanced back at Long'er lying on the ground.

The boy was covered in blood and barely had the strength to open his eyes, but even so, the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned—a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat even if he fell down.

A look of indescribable shock and awe flashed in Zhan Rulai's eyes.

"No."

His voice was low and slow, as if he were savoring some unforgettable taste.

"Just now, when we were about to hit each other, I suddenly—"

He paused, his muscles trembling slightly, as if even admitting this fact required immense courage.

"—Fear arose in my heart."

The audience fell silent immediately.

Fear arose in his heart as he fought against the Tathagata.

A killing god who could pierce the heart of the abbot of Lingkong Temple with a single palm strike, a peerless vicious monk who could fight ten enemies without a scratch—he was actually afraid?

Are you afraid of a teenage monk?

Zhan Rulai took a deep breath, his chest rising and then slowly lowering, his tone carrying an unprecedented seriousness:

"This kid completely disregarded life and death, determined to settle things with me. At that moment, there was no fear, no hesitation, not even the slightest apprehension about death in his eyes—his only concern was winning!"

"And what about Old Na?"

"At the last moment, what Old Na was thinking about was how to save himself while hurting him."

His voice rose a few decibels, his tone filled with heartfelt admiration:

"This defeat was precisely because of this kid's death-defying fighting spirit!"

At this point, he suddenly turned around, facing the hundreds of monks present, his voice booming like a bell:

"This young monk is the true powerhouse!"

"Simply because—his fighting spirit is stronger than anyone else's!"

Master Yiyou was completely dumbfounded, clutching his chin and speechless for a long time. Finally, he could only chuckle, laughing like a cunning old fox who had stolen a chicken.

"I told you, monk—my little disciple is something else!"

Xiling Xiaofo was dumbfounded, but his mind worked very quickly—much faster than his martial arts skills.

Master has admitted defeat, and he has lost his position as leader of the alliance.

This means he failed to complete the task.

And the person behind it all...

Thinking of the face hidden behind the bronze mask, thinking of the hands that could crush a water-suppressing stone lion weighing thousands of kilograms out of thin air, the Laughing Buddha of Xiling's face instantly turned ashen, his lips trembled violently, and his voice became distorted:

"But... Master, if you admit defeat, how will we explain ourselves to our master?"

"roll!"

His answer was not words, but a thunderous kick.

Zhan Rulai suddenly raised his leg and kicked the fat lump of flesh of Xiling Xiaofo!

"Bang--!"

The Xiling Laughing Buddha, weighing over 200 pounds, flew through the air like a kicked meatball, tracing an arc before crashing into a nearby stone pillar and shattering it!

Amidst the flying rubble, the Laughing Buddha of Xiling coughed up blood and fell into a pile of debris, unable to get up for a long time.

Zhan Rulai's gaze was icy cold as he said:

"If you're so afraid of your lord coming after you, then tell him to come find me!"

"In this life, I only obey my own heart! Nobody can control me!"

The voice just fell.

"Hahaha! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

A burst of extremely arrogant laughter ripped through the sky and descended from the heavens!

The laughter seemed to roll down from the heavens, carrying immense inner strength, making everyone's eardrums buzz and even making it difficult to breathe.

Everyone looked up in shock.

Above the giant Buddha's crown, a figure stood with his hands behind his back. His black cloak cascaded down like a waterfall, his robes fluttering, and golden energy swirled around him, making him appear like a demon god looking down upon ants.

It was indeed—Dugu Ming!

Golden pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his entire body stood on end instantly.

This person's aura...

Even stronger than the Buddha!

That's incredibly strong!

If Zhan Rulai's aura was like an erupting volcano, then the aura of the person before them was like the entire sky collapsing—not even the thought of fleeing could be conceived.

"It's him..." Jin whispered, his hands unconsciously clenching.

Master Yiyou collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

"It's over...it's really over this time..."

Dugu Ming looked down from his high vantage point at the hundreds of terrified faces on Buddha's Hand Peak, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty.

"Now that you're here, why the rush to leave?"

The tone was casual, as if talking about a trivial matter.

"Beneath this Buddha's Hand, I have already planted a massive amount of gunpowder."

He paused slightly, a chilling smile curving his lips.

"None of you will leave here alive."

"What?! Gunpowder?!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky!

The monks, who were still immersed in the afterglow of the battle, suddenly erupted into chaos.

Fear spread like a plague, and extreme terror was written on everyone's face.

"Run! It's going to explode!"

"Help! I don't want to die here!"

Reason collapsed, order crumbled. Hundreds of monks were thrown into chaos, scrambling to make their way towards the steps leading to the mountain path connected by the Buddha's Hand.

In the crowd, Jin frowned slightly, protecting the exhausted Long'er in his arms while his mind raced.

"Is this guy an idiot?"

He thought to himself, "Since they buried gunpowder, why not just detonate it? Why bother saying it out loud and giving everyone a chance to escape?"

Unless... he did it on purpose.

Deliberately creating panic and driving people up the mountain path is like herding sheep into a pen.

What might be waiting for us on the mountain path?

Thinking of this, Jin's heart sank. But at this moment, not running meant certain death.

Despite the doubts in her heart, she did not slow down.

"Master, let's go!"

Jin gave a low shout and hoisted the exhausted Long'er onto his shoulder—

The boy's body was burning hot, and his breathing was weak, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself to the limit—he then called out to Master Yiyou.

In his semi-conscious state, Long'er mumbled something indistinctly.

Jin glanced down at him:

"Don't talk, save your energy."

Long'er didn't say anything more, but the fingers gripping the gold collar tightened for a moment.

Without a word, Master Yiyou sprang into the air, his slender figure moving with the speed of water, following closely behind Jin Hou like a pool of living water.

The three moved like lightning, using their superb lightness skills to weave through the chaotic crowd, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the group.

"Boom! Boom!"

They hadn't gone far when a series of loud noises suddenly came from behind them!

Flames shot into the sky, shattering rocks and collapsing clouds!

The ground of the entire Buddha's Hand Peak began to tremble violently, and the stone slabs cracked and collapsed one after another, with scalding flames gushing out from the cracks.

Jin looked back—

The monks who were slightly weaker in lightness skills and were running behind were instantly engulfed by the terrifying shockwave.

Screams rose and fell, severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and blood instantly stained Buddha's Hand Peak red.

"ah--!"

"My leg! My leg is broken!"

This is hell on earth.

Master Jin Yuyi dared not look back, and charged forward with all his might.

however--

Suddenly, countless men in black emerged from the mountain path ahead!

Each soldier was armed with a powerful bow and crossbow, their faces covered with black cloths, their eyes as cold as iron, and their bodies radiating powerful internal energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that they were no ordinary soldiers.

It was a sharpshooter under Zhuge Liang, the leader of the Southern Barbarians!

Golden pupils suddenly contracted—

really!

There's an ambush on the mountain path!

From the very beginning, Dugu Ming had no intention of letting anyone leave alive.

First, they used gunpowder to drive people up the mountain path, then they set up an ambush along the path with crossbows.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, we're trapped like turtles in a jar!

"What an insidious tactic!" Master Yiyou cursed angrily.

"Release the arrows!"

At the command, the sound of the bowstring vibrating like thunder resounded.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A dense swarm of arrows descended like locusts, each one imbued with powerful internal force, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air, an unstoppable force!

"Not good!" Master Yiyou's expression changed drastically.

But as expected of someone who had secretly learned water teleportation from the strange man in the dungeon—at the critical moment, his thin body suddenly became incredibly slippery.

"Water Displacement!"

He unleashed his life's most powerful skills, weaving through the gaps in the rain of arrows like a stream of water. The arrows, imbued with his inner force, grazed his robes but didn't even touch a hair on his head.

Jin remained calm and composed.

He carried Long'er, his figure flashing repeatedly. He unleashed the Formless Divine Wind Leg technique, transforming into a blur of afterimages as he calmly weaved through the rain of arrows.

Not a single leaf clings to them.

However, the monks following behind were not so lucky.

A deadly rain of arrows fell in front, followed by a deadly explosion.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The sound of arrows piercing flesh was incessant.

Countless people were riddled with bullets, falling screaming in agony into pools of blood.

Even worse, those who paused even slightly to avoid the rain of arrows were swallowed up by the waves of fire that came chasing from behind, leaving no trace of their bodies.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, there's no way to go to heaven or to hell!

A sense of despair spread through everyone's hearts.