I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The road down the mountain is long, I'll see you off."

After saying this, Duan Lang slowly raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

Just as Huai Kong was about to say "thank you," the words were still stuck in his throat when the scene before him changed.

"Buzz—!"

The magnificent, golden hall disappeared.

Stone pillars, fire-scaled statues, crimson sword cases—

Everything seemed to have been grabbed and crushed by an invisible hand, replaced by a strange, chaotic, and hazy space.

The surroundings were filled with dazzling light, and countless mysterious runes twinkled like stars. An immense and boundless power enveloped the three of them.

He wanted to move, but couldn't.

His hands and feet seemed to be suspended in the air; he couldn't even move a single finger.

He wanted to shout, but couldn't.

His mouth was open, but the sound seemed to be blocked in his throat by something, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Bai Ling wanted to grab Huai Mie's hand.

Her fingers had barely reached out when they touched nothing but empty air—

Huai Mie was standing right next to her, but her hand passed right through him, as if she were touching nothing but air.

fear.

Pure, bone-deep fear.

There was no time to react at all; even the gasp was caught in their throat.

The next one—

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly disappeared, and I felt grounded.

Huai Mie's knees slammed heavily onto the ground; he couldn't even stand up straight—

It wasn't that his legs were weak, but rather that the terrifying feeling he had just experienced had made his knees as limp as noodles.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked his back.

Bai Ling was in a worse situation than him.

She sat down on the ground, her legs were so weak she couldn't stand up, her whole body was trembling, and her face was as white as a sheet.

She instinctively reached out to grab Huai Mie—

This time they caught him, and they caught him so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Huai Mie knelt on the ground and felt Bai Ling's hands trembling. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

His arms were shaking, but he didn't let Bai Ling see it—

He gripped her shoulders tightly, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

Huai Kong stood up for several breaths before he recovered.

He looked down at his hands—

His hands, holding the Fire Scale Sword Box, trembled uncontrollably. The heat of the box made his palms red, but he dared not let go and held on tightly.

He looked up and around—

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

They were already standing at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains!

Looking up, the towering Tianshan Mountains remain majestic, with the Heavenly Palace appearing and disappearing amidst the swirling clouds and mist, far away on the horizon.

They were just up there a moment ago. Thousands of feet in the air.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived here.

"What the hell is this method...?"

Huai Mie's voice was dry, as if his throat was blocked with sand.

His proud Hunyuan Seven Killings technique emphasizes using one's own true energy to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, making it incredibly powerful.

But in that brief moment, he felt like a small boat in a raging storm—completely out of control of his own life and death.

Faced with that terrifying power, the Seven Primordial Demons were like a rattle in the hands of a three-year-old child.

"Senior Brother..." Bai Ling huddled in Huai Mie's arms, her voice hoarse.

"We...we're still alive?"

"Alive." Huai Mie gripped her shoulders tightly, his voice hoarse. "Alive."

He repeated it, as if to confirm, or perhaps to reassure himself.

Huai Kong's face was also deathly pale.

In the blink of an eye, it traversed thousands of feet of sky, delivering the three unharmed to the foot of the mountain.

This method can no longer be explained by ordinary martial arts.

This is supernatural power.

"There are always higher heavens beyond the heavens..."

Bai Ling muttered to himself, his eyes filled with awe.

The three exchanged a glance, each seeing fear and relief in the other's eyes.

Fortunately, Duan Lang had no intention of killing them; otherwise, they would have been reduced to ashes in that instant.

"Let's go! Get back to the iron gate quickly!"

Huai Mie took a deep breath, burst up from the ground, grabbed Bai Ling with one hand, and ran away with her.

His legs were still weak, but fear gave him strength—a strength more effective than any internal force.

Bai Ling was dragged along by Huai Mie, stumbling and falling. The wind was so strong that she couldn't open her eyes. Her shoe hit a stone, and she almost fell.

Huai Mie tightened his grip, forcefully lifting her up, and continued running without touching the ground.

"Don't let go!"

Huai Mie uttered two words, but half of his voice was carried away by the wind.

Bai Ling didn't answer, but just gripped his hand even tighter.

Huai Kong ran at the very back, clutching the Fire Scale Sword Box in both hands as he ran desperately.

The sword case was so hot it almost burned his palms, and with the iron case of Heavenly Sin on his back, the weight on both sides made him pant more and more as he ran, but he dared not stop for a moment.

He glanced back at the towering Tianshan Mountains, only one thought remaining in his mind—

Hurry and send the sword back to Ironheart Island to save your master's life.

Then, quickly return the sword.

When returning the sword, I hope to walk down the mountain alive.

At the summit of the Heavenly Palace, the sea of ​​clouds surges and churns.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu stood on the eaves of the Heavenly Palace, witnessing the scene just now.

"My father's move...it gives me the creeps every time I see it."

Duan Shen touched the goosebumps on his arm. Although he still acted like he didn't care, the hint of awe hidden in his eyes was unmistakable.

Duan Wu stood beside his brother, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his expression far more complex than Duan Shen's.

He was thinking about something—his father's move just now must have been a manifestation of martial intent.

Father's "boundary" covers an absurdly large area; the entire Tianshan Mountains probably fall within his domain.

Within the realm, whoever Father wants to place, that person will appear there.

Within their own territory, they can place people wherever they want.

"What are you thinking about?" Duan Shen tugged at him.

"It's nothing."

Duan Wu smiled and pulled himself out of his thoughts.

There are some things that even my brother can't tell me.

Unbeknownst to the two brothers, while they were staring at the foot of the mountain, at the highest point of the Heavenly Palace, there was another person beside their father.

Jiang Chen.

His appearance was completely silent, without wind, light, or even a ripple in the air—

It was as if he had always been standing there, never having left.

Clad in white, their robes fluttered in the sea of ​​clouds.

"I thought you were going to kill them."

Jiang Chen looked at the three figures shrank into black dots at the foot of the mountain, his tone indifferent.

Duan Lang turned his head, looked at this person who was both a teacher and a friend, and raised an eyebrow with a smile:

"What? In your eyes, I, Duan Lang, am the kind of person who kills anyone I see?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him and chuckled:

"You never do business at a loss."

"The Fire Kirin Sword is now a supreme divine weapon. Are you really going to lend it out so easily?"

"Aren't you afraid of throwing good money after bad, like throwing meat buns to a dog—they'll never come back?"

Duan Lang chuckled, stretched out his hand, and grasped at the air as if he had grasped some invisible destiny.

"What I want is 'no return'."

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, then he became arrogant.

"The forging of the iron gate is quite skillful, and Tianzui is even more ferocious and powerful. I am even a little tempted."

Duan Lang slowly lowered his hand, his tone revealing undisguised greed.

"But Duan Lang is, after all, the leader of a sect. It would be too unseemly for him to just steal it directly, and it wouldn't sound good if word got out."

"So you deliberately lent me the sword so generously," Jiang Chen continued, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Wait until the iron gate reveals its true colors."

"If they covet the power of the Fire Kirin Sword and try to possess it for themselves, or fail to return it on time—"

"Then I have a legitimate reason to attack." A cold glint flashed in Duan Lang's eyes.

"Anyone who dares to covet my divine weapon must be prepared to face my wrath."

"At that time, I will not only take back the Fire Kirin Sword, but I will also rightfully claim Heavenly Sin as my own!"

"A good plan." Jiang Chen nodded.

This move was indeed brilliant—it both earned favors, sowed the seeds of future trouble, and provided a convenient excuse for his actions.

Duan Lang's mind is getting faster and faster.

"However—" Jiang Chen changed the subject, his gaze deepening.

"As far as I know, besides Heavenly Sin, there is something else hidden inside the iron gate."

"Your plan this time might kill two birds with one stone."

"Oh?" Duan Lang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Anything you notice must be something special. What is it?"

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, and slowly uttered four words:

"Heavenly Tribulation Armor"

Duan Lang's brow twitched: "Heavenly Tribulation Armor?"

"A divine artifact that Iron God designed but never completed," Jiang Chen said.

"Forged from the finest materials in the world, its defensive strength is virtually unmatched."

"But this armor has a fatal flaw—it can only defend, not attack."

He paused for a moment, then gave Duan Lang a meaningful look.

"Unless—heavenly sin is incorporated into it."

"Heavenly Sin is primarily offensive, while Heavenly Tribulation is primarily defensive; only when the two are combined can the true 'Heavenly Tribulation' be achieved."

"A perfect battle armor that combines offense and defense?" Duan Lang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a wild smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting, truly interesting!"

"It seems I have no choice but to go through that iron gate!"

"Fire Kirin Devours Soul, Sword Intent Connects with Spirit." Jiang Chen gazed into the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"The Iron Gate Master is greedy and forcibly tries to control the Fire Scale Sword, which will inevitably backfire."

"Your act of borrowing this sword is tantamount to handing over a death warrant."

"Jiang Chen understands me best." Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze lingering on the iron gate.

Greed is often a path to ruin.

"I'll see if the Iron Gate Master has the fate to accept my sword!"

After saying this, Duan Lang's expression suddenly changed.

The lazy smile vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"Having finished the important business—" His gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, landing on the depths of the precipice behind the Tianshan Mountains.

"This dish is like an uninvited guest."

Jiang Chen also looked in the same direction and said calmly:

"The remnants of the Sword Worship Sect are like lingering ghosts."

"A bunch of cowardly rats, how dare they plot against my Heavenly Realm!"

A blood-curdling smile curled at the corner of Duan Lang's lips as he slowly raised his right hand and pressed it into the void.

Jiang Chen watched Duan Lang raise his hand but did not stop him.

He merely turned his head slightly, looking towards the direction of the back cliff, his eyes showing no emotion.

To him, the lives and deaths of those people were like an ant being stepped on on the roadside—not worth a second glance.

Behind the Tianshan Mountains lies a sheer cliff, so high that even birds cannot cross it.

A dozen ghostly figures, aided by the grappling hooks, struggled to climb the steep ice wall.

The wind was like a knife, slicing away at their bodies.

My fingers were already frozen purple, with ice shards and blood embedded in my fingernails. Every time I grabbed a handful, a faint bloodstain would be left on the ice wall.

The leader, shirtless, seemed completely unaffected by the cold on this sheer cliff where water freezes instantly.

His body was covered in sword marks, which looked ferocious and terrifying in the wind and snow. His pair of lifeless, gray eyes revealed a chilling obsession.

Sword Beast.

His left hand gripped the grappling hook, embedding it into the ice wall, while his right hand gestured to the assassins behind him—stop.

Everyone clung to the ice wall like geckos, completely still, even suppressing their breathing to a minimum.

The wind and snow howled, half-concealing their figures in the flying snow, making them look like a few stones protruding from an ice wall from a distance.

The sword-wielding beast looked up.

The majestic outer heaven is now within reach.

In those clear eyes, a hint of madness finally surfaced, a feeling that seemed to say, "We're almost there."

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up—it wasn't a smile, but a twitch that was uglier than crying.

He had waited too long for this day.

Sword practice, poison preparation, training assassins—all of it was for this day.

For the dignity of Baijian Manor, for the orders of the arrogant manor lord, and for the reclaiming of the stolen sword soul.

"Climb another thirty feet... and we'll arrive..."

The sword beast's lips moved, but its voice was torn apart by the wind and snow, leaving only a faint breath.

He raised his right hand, ready to grab upwards again.

Just then—

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying sword intent, vast and unrestrained, poured down from the heavens without warning.

The sword intent was dazzling, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, or like divine punishment descending upon the world, carrying an unparalleled majesty that could suppress all ages and destroy everything.

The sword beast's fur stood on end, and it let out a terrified scream as it abruptly looked up—

Above, the sky was filled with the collapse of the sea of ​​clouds, and a colossal sword formed from endless sword energy crashed down with terrifying power that could crush the void!

The giant sword ignored the rock walls, the wind and snow, and all obstacles—it pierced through everyone's bodies.

The maniacal smile on the sword beast's face froze on the spot.

He didn't even feel the pain—the moment the sword intent penetrated his body, his consciousness was already destroyed.

He spent countless years honing his swordsmanship, refining poisons, and training assassins, all for this battle today.

But this battle was over before it even began.

"噂!噂!噂!"

Accompanied by a series of muffled explosions, more than a dozen figures instantly shattered.

The blood mist exploded, staining half of the cliff red.

They didn't even have time to scream.

The howling wind and snow obscured this bloody scene.

Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air, a testament to the massacre that had taken place here.