I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Several miles away, a solitary peak rises atop.

Two figures stood side by side, letting the strong wind whip their faces and their clothes flutter in the wind.

The woman's beauty was unparalleled; she was none other than Dugu Meng.

She gazed at the Buddha's Hand Peak, its flames soaring into the sky, a hint of reluctance flashing across her brow, and whispered:

"Feng, those people are in dire straits, aren't you going to help them?"

The man beside her had long, ink-black hair that danced wildly in the wind, yet his expression remained as calm as a still well.

It was none other than Nie Feng, the "God of Wind" who once shook the world.

He remained noncommittal, but his deep eyes were fixed on a figure moving swiftly like the wind amidst the chaos of battle.

"This boy's movement technique..." Nie Feng's brow twitched slightly.

Jin's movements as he weaved through the rain of arrows were completely different from his own, but the charm that blended into the wind and was impossible to find was faintly connected to the "formless wind" state that he had recently comprehended. It was as if they were drinking from the same river, tasting the same, but each going their own way.

"From the same source, yet on different paths..."

He remained silent, instead lowering his gaze further, suppressing the urge to act, and observing the situation.

Dugu Meng glanced at him but said nothing more.

She knows this person.

If he makes a move, it must be because the time is right.

On Buddha's Hand Peak, Jin, carrying Long'er in one hand and protecting Yiyou in the other, used his unparalleled lightness skill to carve a bloody path through a hail of arrows, and was about to break through the encirclement—

"Where do you think you're going, you brat!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shook the forest and caused the leaves to fall in a flurry.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

A figure plummeted from the top of the Buddha statue, falling so fast that its face was no longer discernible before it hit the ground.

boom!

The earth cracked, and rubble flew everywhere.

As the smoke cleared, Dugu Ming stood before the three men, hands clasped behind his back, a sinister smile on his face. His killing intent pressed down like a tangible force, and he spoke each word with deliberate force:

"You've ruined my plans—today, none of you will leave alive."

There was a moment of silence.

"Master," Jin said calmly, "I'm entrusting Long'er to you."

He pushed the semi-conscious Long'er on his shoulder toward Yiyou, then stepped forward to block the two of them.

This step is like a wall standing there.

Yi You caught Long'er, feeling the overwhelming force of the approaching mountain, his Adam's apple bobbing as he lowered his voice:

"Benefactor Jin—this man's martial arts are superb, perhaps even surpassing those of Zhan Rulai. You…"

"I know."

Jin did not turn back.

Long'er stirred in Yi You's arms, her eyes half-open, her voice weak, yet she gritted her teeth:

"Put...put me down..."

"Shut up." Jin's voice was flat. "You can't even hold a sword now."

Long'er didn't say anything more.

But the hand gripping Yiyou's sleeve tightened.

Across from him, Dugu Ming sized up the young man blocking his way, his eyes filled with genuine disdain.

He was the last son of the Dugu family. He secluded himself in a mountain cave for more than ten years, and fully mastered the true meaning of the Nine Heavens. He created the "Nine Heavens Dragon Subduing Transformation". His body is always covered with a layer of golden and dazzling true dragon protective energy. There are very few people in the world who can break through this protection.

"You ignorant ant, how dare you block my way?"

Jin did not answer, his eyes slowly closing, his aura quietly receding, like a candle flame that had been extinguished—

Then, the wind picked up.

It wasn't a strong wind, just a wisp.

It brushed gently past my feet, picking up a few pieces of charred lime dust.

However, in the instant that gust of wind arose, Jin's figure vanished from the spot.

"Um?"

Dugu Ming's eyes sharpened; before he could even see where they came from, his ears were already ringing with excitement—

The Formless Divine Wind Leg technique, one move after another, surged in from all directions at the same time!

Legs flashed, sand and stones flew everywhere, and ancient trees that would take several people to encircle shook violently in the wind of the legs. With a "crack", one of the trees snapped in half, and broken pieces of wood flew everywhere!

however--

"Impressive legwork." Dugu Ming sneered, "Unfortunately, it can't break through my defense."

The protective aura of the true dragon around him suddenly burst forth with full force, shining brightly like a golden dragon descending to earth.

The countless leg shadows bombarded that layer of energy, only stirring up a burst of sparks and making Jin's feet numb, as if he were kicking not flesh and blood, but a piece of ancient iron.

"Get out of here!"

Dugu Ming roared, and two dazzling dragon shadows suddenly appeared beside him:

"Two dragons vying for a pearl!"

The leg movement was as fast as thunder, the force exploding twice within a small space, the air sliced ​​open by the golden light in its path, and two deep, scorched furrows were plowed into the ground—

With no way to avoid it, Jin slammed his feet down and spun rapidly, forcibly compressing and gathering the surrounding airflow to form a high-speed rotating wind wall in front of him, forcefully meeting the attack head-on!

boom!

The wind wall trembled violently, and the force of the two dragons vying for the pearl penetrated through the wall, causing Jin's blood and qi to surge and a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

Not far away, Yiyou tightly embraced Long'er—

This kid had struggled more than once, each time becoming so exhausted he could barely stand, yet he still tried to charge forward without uttering a sound.

"Don't move!" Yi You lowered her voice, her usual glibness less pronounced. "Going up there now is suicide!"

Long'er didn't speak, but just stared intently ahead, her eyes red.

Dugu Ming glanced at Long'er sitting to the side, a smirk playing on his lips:

"That little monk who got beaten up, is he the one you're trying to protect?"

He spoke casually, as if confirming something insignificant.

"Interesting. Does he even deserve to stand in my way?"

Jin did not answer.

Yiyou's fingers tightened silently—he understood the meaning behind Dugu Ming's words.

That's not a provocation; it's telling you: you can't stop it.

"Long'er," Yiyou said softly, her voice a little hoarse, "Don't look anymore."

"I want to see," Long'er said softly, almost inaudibly. "He shielded me."

Yiyou didn't say anything more, but just tightened her grip on her arms.

Jin took a deep breath to calm himself.

If we drag this out, we will surely lose.

There is only one way.

He slowly closed his eyes, gathering all his internal energy into his dantian without holding back a single bit, and silently planted his foot on the ground—

In an instant, the previously raging air currents strangely froze.

There was a complete silence.

Then, the world changed color.

An immense aura erupted from Jin's body, and he seemed to have truly vanished at that moment—yet he also seemed to be omnipresent, transforming into the freest and wildest wind in the world.

Formless Divine Wind Leg, Fifth Form.

Divine wind without form.

call--!

The hurricane appeared out of nowhere, and the air within a radius of several dozen feet was completely sucked out.

At the heart of the hurricane, countless invisible wind blades slashed wildly, emitting a mournful howl. Ground rocks, fallen trees, and even granite steps were all shredded into dust in this storm of wind blades!

Beside the ruins not far away, Zhan Rulai stood alone, his clothes torn to shreds, blood still seeping from the sword wound on his left shoulder, yet he watched all this unfold before him without moving an inch.

He had originally planned to leave.

Having already relinquished his position as leader, he had no further connection with Buddha's Hand Peak and had no need to get involved in this mess.

But he didn't leave.

He didn't know what he was waiting for.

At that moment, a hurricane suddenly arose, and the young man who had silently stood in front of the two half-dead men dissolved all his energy into the wind, vanishing without a trace—

Zhan Rulai's eyelids twitched slightly.

This kind of power...

He had roamed the martial world for decades, seeing far too many reckless fools willing to risk their lives for others, but he had rarely seen anything like this—

It's not about fighting to the death, but about truly merging oneself with heaven and earth, using the last bit of strength to deliver the most complete move.

"Interesting," he said in a low voice, his tone exactly the same as when Ryuuji used Kenpachi earlier.

On a solitary peak several miles away, Nie Feng's gaze suddenly deepened.

He recognized him.

That powerful and spiritual energy that "transforms the body into the wind, formless and without shape"—

It is almost identical to his own "Feng Wuxiang".

"Who taught this child?"

On Buddha's Hand Peak—

"What?!"

Dugu Ming's expression changed drastically. In this hurricane, he unusually sensed a trace of death.

"Three dragons descend upon the world!"

He roared, holding nothing back, and rose into the air. Three enormous dragon shadows coiled around him, forcibly locking down the destructive hurricane. The suppressive power of the heavens swept down like a collapsing mountain—

Rumble—!!!

The two forces collided in mid-air.

Rumble—!!!

The deafening roar shook the heavens, and even the solitary peak several miles away trembled slightly.

Dugu Meng instinctively covered her face with her sleeve, and the strong wind whipped her long hair into a frenzy.

Nie Feng remained motionless, but the turmoil in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

At the foot of Buddha's Hand Peak, the surviving monks scattered along the mountain path turned around and saw a beam of white light bursting from the mountaintop. The shockwave rushed towards them like a tsunami, uprooting nearby trees, sending sand and gravel flying, and darkening the sky.

Yiyou tightly protected Long'er in her arms, turning to shield him from the blast of air. She was hit from behind and staggered forward two steps before managing to regain her footing.

Long'er stood behind him, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the white light, without uttering a sound.

Beside the ruins, Zhan Rulai lowered his body, letting the shockwaves sweep over him, his robes fluttering, and blood from his wounds splattering in the wind, yet he remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the center of the white light.

Then, silence.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

Both figures were sent flying backwards simultaneously—

A beam of blood, like a kite with a broken string, crashed more than ten feet away, creating a deep crater in the ground. Blood gushed from its mouth, staining its clothes red.

It is gold.

The other figure retreated seven or eight steps in the opposite direction, each step leaving a deep mark on the ground before finally regaining his balance.

It is Dugu Ming.

His clothes were torn and his hair was disheveled—most shockingly, a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain ran across his left cheek, the blood slowly dripping down his face and onto the charred ground with a faint sizzling sound.

Dugu Ming raised his hand and touched the bloodstain.

Looking at the crimson stain on his fingertips, he remained silent for a moment.

"Good lad."

His voice was low, but each word was emphasized: "You are the first person to make me bleed."

The dragon in Master Yiyou's arms suddenly stopped struggling.

"gold……"

When I opened my mouth, I found myself unable to continue speaking.

The next moment, Long'er moved.

It wasn't a struggle; it was truly supporting itself on the ground, using its knees, its elbows, and every inch of its still-movable body to crawl forward.

"Long'er!" Yiyou froze for a moment, then grabbed him tightly. "You...you're insane?!"

"Let me go."

Long'er's voice was so hoarse it was almost inhuman, but every word was enunciated clearly, "He shielded me. I can't let him die there."

"You can't even stand up!"

"Then I'll climb over there."

Yiyou opened her mouth, but couldn't utter any words of rebuttal.

On a solitary peak several miles away, Nie Feng watched this scene and suddenly gently removed Dugu Meng's hand that was gripping his arm.

Dugu Meng was startled and looked up at him.

He didn't speak, but his gaze fell on Buddha's Hand Peak, lingering for a moment on the lone figure standing there.

Then, a step was taken.

Dugu Ming's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he approached Jin step by step.

"pity--"

He took a step forward.

"Give me another ten years, and I might actually have to be more wary of you."

Another step.

"But now—"

He took another step, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I cannot keep you here."

With each step he took, the ground trembled, and his murderous aura surged like a tidal wave, like an enraged ancient beast, closing in on Jin step by step.