I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Cough cough..."

Jin propped himself up on his elbows and slowly raised his upper body. The blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet, his face was as white as paper, but his eyes were still so bright.

Dugu Ming walked slowly, and the ground trembled with every step he took. The murderous aura emanating from him made the air smell different.

However, as he walked, he stopped.

Kim Jae-soo.

He tilted his head back, a small but inexplicably creepy smile spreading across his lips.

Dugu Ming frowned slightly.

This kid is clearly at his limit, covered in wounds, and was just knocked into a pit by me. What is he laughing at?

Jin trembled as he reached out his right hand and slowly grasped the long black cloth bag on his back that he had never untied before.

His movements were slow, as if he were solemnly bowing to some precious treasure.

"Originally..." Jin's voice was weak, but each word was clear, "I didn't intend to use it."

He lowered his head, gently stroking the cloth bag, his expression solemn, as if he held something in his hand that could change the course of the world.

"Since you insist on forcing me..."

He suddenly looked up, grabbed the corner of the cloth bag, his eyes sharp as knives:

"Take one more step forward, and don't blame me for unleashing the peerless divine weapon within!"

Not far away, Master Yiyou paused for a moment.

He stared at the black cloth bag, his eyelids twitching suddenly.

That cloth bag... he'd seen it before.

It's just a decoration; there's nothing inside. It's not even as good as a wooden stick.

He quietly turned his head and glanced at Long'er beside him.

Long'er was also looking at the cloth bag, her face expressionless, but her eyes flickered subtly.

The two were silent for a second, neither of them speaking.

Yiyou quietly turned her head back, staring calmly ahead, trying hard to suppress the smile that she wanted to laugh but dared not.

"What?! A peerless divine weapon?!"

Dugu Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

He was naturally suspicious, and given the young man's unpredictable and strange martial arts style, seeing him so serious made him uneasy.

Could it be that this kid really has some trump card up his sleeve?

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Dugu Ming stared intently at the black cloth bag on Jin's back, unable to make up his mind, and dared not step forward rashly.

Just as the two sides were at an impasse, an unexpected turn of events occurred!

call--!

A sudden gust of wind swept across the flat ground, whipping up dust and gravel, with shockwaves covering the sky and the earth.

An unprecedentedly terrifying hurricane erupted without warning in the field. This hurricane was so large that it reached nearly a hundred feet in length, piercing the sky as if it wanted to tear a hole in the heavens!

Countless pebbles and broken pieces of wood were swept into it, and under the pressure of the strong wind, they coalesced into a towering, earth-shaking structure—

Giant in the Wind!

The giant stood as tall as a mountain, its oppressive presence almost suffocating. Before the giant, a figure stood suspended in mid-air, his robes fluttering, a folding fan in his hand, his demeanor elegant and carefree!

What makes your heart race the most is that those eyes have an eerie red glow, like eyes that have opened from hell, captivating and terrifying!

"Nie...Nie Feng!!"

Master Yiyou's eyes widened instantly, becoming bigger than copper bells. The roast chicken bone in his hand finally fell to the ground. His mouth moved repeatedly, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Wind... God of the Wind!!"

"This is... I, a monk, can never believe I've ever witnessed the legendary thing in my entire life—"

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that everyone around him was silently staring ahead, and he was the only one shouting, so he immediately covered his mouth.

Long'er didn't say anything, but simply raised her head slightly, looking at the figure standing in the wind with a calm and focused gaze, as if she was seriously memorizing something.

Beside the ruins, Zhan Rulai looked at the giant in the wind that had suddenly appeared, and his eyelids twitched for once.

He had seen many top masters, but those who could blend their aura with the heavens and earth and suffocate people without even lifting a finger were few and far between.

"Nie Feng..."

He murmured the name, a vague and indescribable look appearing in his eyes. Was it the thrill of seeing a prey, a sense of mutual appreciation, or something else entirely? Even he himself couldn't say for sure.

The domineering and unparalleled Nine Heavens Dragon Qi around Dugu Ming surged and roared wildly in his meridians the moment he sensed Nie Feng's aura, and his fighting spirit instantly soared to its peak!

"Brother-in-law, stop now."

Nie Feng gently waved his folding fan, his voice warm yet clear enough to reach everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"If you want to revive Wushuang City, then rebuild it. Why kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Hmph! Nie Feng!"

Dugu Ming recognized the person who had come, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness.

His body shone with golden light, and he let out a long roar that shook the surrounding area.

"What I aim to achieve is to truly become the best in the world!"

"Anyone who dares to stand in my way, I will kill!"

In the distance, Dugu Meng watched this scene with worry in her eyes. On one side was her husband, and on the other was her brother. How could she bear to watch the two of them fight?

"Wind..." Dugu Meng called softly, her voice trembling.

Nie Feng turned his head and cast a reassuring glance at him from afar. There was no murderous intent in his eyes, only gentleness and confidence, as if to say:

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and won't harm him.

Jin stared at the towering, earth-shattering giant in the wind, his pupils contracting sharply, a storm raging within him.

"This is... the legendary God of Wind?"

He could clearly sense that the gust of wind flowing around Nie Feng was not driven by internal force at all—

The wind is him, and he is the wind; there is no dividing line between the two.

This realm is infinitely superior to my current state of "transforming into the wind"!

With a slight movement, Nie Feng's figure dissipated, transforming into a raging storm that merged into his body. He then drifted down towards Dugu Ming like a falling leaf.

"Brother-in-law, since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to offend you."

"Nie Feng! Do you really think you can dominate the world with just those Wind God Legs?" Dugu Ming roared with laughter, golden light emanating from his body like a dragon.

"After years of arduous training, I have fused the essence of the Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg Technique with the remnants of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, creating this Nine Heavens Dragon-Subduing Transformation!"

"With this divine skill, we will rebuild unparalleled glory and wash away the shame of the past!"

"Though the wind is swift, it cannot match the transformation of a true dragon!"

Dugu Ming's eyes narrowed as he felt the unprecedented pressure from Nie Feng. Instead of backing down, his momentum grew even stronger.

However, Nie Feng didn't give him a chance to think.

Nie Feng's long hair danced wildly, and his movements suddenly transformed into a whirlwind, unleashing the ultimate Wind God Leg technique, "Stormy Rain and Gale." Countless leg shadows pressed down on Dugu Ming like a tidal wave.

"Three dragons descend upon the world!"

Instead of retreating, Dugu Ming advanced, and three dazzling dragon shadows emerged as he strode through the air.

The golden Dragon Subduing True Energy collided violently with the howling storm in mid-air, the energy exploding like rolling thunder, actually cutting off Nie Feng's overwhelming leg attack.

Nie Feng moved with his shadow, his whole body soaring into the air like a willow catkin, instantly changing his move to "Wind Sweeps Away the Building".

The air around him was compressed to the extreme, turning into a terrifying suction force that pulled Dugu Ming's body, trying to tear him apart.

"Four Dragons Break Through the Limits!"

The moment Dugu Ming landed, he spun around and burst into the air, four dragon shadows rising from the soil and shattering the invisible suction force in one fell swoop.

The two fought at lightning speed amidst the billowing dust, their legs flashing and clanging like metal on metal, each collision sending up deafening shockwaves.

Nie Feng's eyes narrowed, and his leg movements suddenly became thunderous, it was the move "Swift and Decisive".

The force of his leg strikes is like a thunderbolt, moving with extreme speed, sealing off Dugu Ming's escape routes in all directions.

Dugu Ming felt the earth-shattering force, and his fighting spirit instantly surged to its limit. He moved as nimbly as a dragon and forcefully closed in on Nie Feng.

"Five dragons galloping!"

Five golden dragon shadows roared out in unison, forming a powerful and imposing energy array.

However, Nie Feng's expression remained calm and composed. With a slight sway, he pierced through the raging dragon shadows like a gust of wind. His leg movements suddenly exploded, and a powerful surge of Wind God True Energy burst forth, instantly shattering all five golden dragon shadows.

With a deafening roar, Dugu Ming felt an overwhelming force strike him head-on, and his protective True Dragon Qi shattered instantly.

His mangled body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the scorched earth more than ten feet away, blood gushing out and staining his tattered armor red.

The monks present were dumbfounded, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"This...is this the power of the God of Wind?"

"This is terrifying! Even such a peerless master, who reigns supreme in the world, has been suppressed to this extent!"

Outside the crowd, Xiling Xiaofo and Nanman Zhuge watched the one-sided battle, their faces ashen, their hearts filled with panic.

"My lord... you suffered such a crushing defeat?"

"Is Nie Feng... a human or a god?"

Nie Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, his voice calm:

"Dugu Ming, you'd better watch yourself."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at the unconscious figure.

Seeing their lord defeated, how could the Laughing Buddha of Xiling and the Southern Barbarian Zhuge dare to linger any longer?

The two exchanged a glance, and taking advantage of the crowd's inattention, they sneaked forward like stray dogs, picked up the unconscious Dugu Ming, and fled the scene in a sorry state.

Nie Feng did not stop him.

As the chaos subsided, Zhan Rulai slowly emerged from the ruins, his left shoulder still bleeding, but his expression was even calmer than before.

He stopped three steps away from Nie Feng. The two were not far apart and neither of them spoke, but they looked at each other for a moment.

Nie Feng nodded slightly.

Zhan Rulai gave a light snort as a response, then turned around and strode towards the mountain path, his back indifferent, never glancing at anyone again.

As he was leaving, he paused beside Long'er, and said very softly:

"Little monk, practice well."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Long'er glanced at his back but didn't say anything.

Jin slowly stood up, supporting himself on the rubble beside him. He staggered to Long'er's side, glanced down at his injuries, frowned, and said nothing. He simply took off his coat and draped it over Long'er's shoulders.

Thanks.

Long'er's voice was still hoarse, but it had a little more strength than before.

Jin hummed in agreement, patted his shoulder, and turned away.

Nie Feng concealed his aura, slowly walked up to Jin, sized up the young man before him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, and said:

"Young man, your martial arts skills... I wonder who your master is?"

Despite the excruciating pain within him, Jin Qiang clasped his hands in a respectful bow and said frankly:

"I once had a chance encounter with a mysterious senior, who taught me a few kung fu moves."

"As for your name, senior, you have not told me."

"A mysterious senior...?"

Nie Feng nodded thoughtfully, without asking any further questions. His gaze passed over Jin and landed on Long'er, who was meditating to the side. A strange look flashed in his eyes, as if he were curious or puzzled.

Long'er sensed that gaze, raised her eyes, and calmly met Nie Feng's gaze for a moment.

Neither of them spoke.

Nie Feng withdrew his gaze, his brow twitching slightly, but he did not explain where that strange feeling came from.

After a moment, Long'er slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and her pale face regained some color.

Seeing this, Master Yiyou stepped forward, put his hands together in prayer, and said:

"Amitabha. Long'er, you once said that this journey was to find the mystery of your origins?"

Long'er nodded:

"I came here following the map, which indicated that clues to my past were in this temple, but it didn't specify exactly where."

Master Yiyou pondered for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if weighing something.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a deep voice:

"Perhaps...it's related to the people imprisoned in the dungeon beneath the Buddha statue."

"A dungeon?" Long'er and Jin were both taken aback.

"Not bad." Master Yiyou said slowly, his gaze deep.

"A strange man is imprisoned in the dungeon, and has been imprisoned for many years."

He once told old Na that he was living only to wait for one person.

"Perhaps the answer you're looking for is right there."

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!" Long'er's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she made a decision immediately.

Led by Master Yiyou, the three of them sped along the winding mountain path toward the Buddha's buttocks.

"Feng, the strange man in the dungeon that the monk mentioned..." Dugu Meng frowned slightly, a glimmer of hope and worry flashing in her eyes.

"Could it be... a cloud?"

Nie Feng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction the three had departed, his expression solemn, and he nodded slightly.

"Eight or nine out of ten."

"I haven't heard from Senior Brother Yun at all these years."

"We went to Bujia Village to search it ourselves last time, but we didn't find anything."

"Recently, there have been rumors in the martial arts world that Senior Brother Yun is imprisoned beneath this ancient temple."

"As long as Senior Brother Yun is really here, I don't care what kind of dungeon it is, I will rescue him!"

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grasped Dugu Meng's hand. The two figures silently merged into the wind and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.