I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Kuang Sen swung his right fist in a wide arc, his entire arm taut like an iron bar, and slammed it fiercely toward Long Er's chest.

With nowhere to dodge, Long'er suddenly brought her two swords together, the two extreme sword energies rapidly compressing between the swords, directly transforming into a yin-yang millstone, directly colliding with the punch head-on.

"Boom!"

The force exploded violently, and the entire Golden Light Temple seemed to sway.

The heavy mountain gate collapsed on the spot, and smoke, dust and wood chips swirled everywhere.

Two figures, covered in rubble, fought their way to the temple, turning the withered autumn grass along the way into dust.

Upon hearing this, the remaining gamblers and thugs in the temple all scrambled and fled to distant places, none daring to look any further ahead.

Behind the side hall, a plump figure draped in a gold-embroidered kasaya hurried over; it was none other than Abbot Liaoyin of Jinguang Temple.

He had already considered getting involved himself.

But he happened to see Kuang Sen and Long Er fighting all the way from inside the hall to outside the temple, with stone pillars cracking, wooden beams flying, and even the ground being overturned.

Liaoyin stood in the smoke and dust, her eyelids twitching violently a few times. Her hand, which had been raised in her sleeve, was slowly lowered back down.

Kuang Sen possessed astonishing strength, and Long Er's twin swords moved with lightning speed. In a battle of this caliber, anyone who dared to rashly get involved would be the first to die.

After fighting their way to the outskirts of the city, Kuang Sen didn't even catch his breath. With a quick glance, he spotted an old willow tree by the roadside that was as thick as a man's embrace.

He crossed his arms and roared.

"rise!"

With a sickening cracking sound of roots snapping, he uprooted the entire old willow tree.

Soil and gravel flew everywhere, and a large crater was torn up in the ground.

The tree roots were still covered with wet mud and broken grass, swinging wildly in mid-air, a sight that made one's scalp crawl.

Kuang Sen, carrying the giant log, twisted his waist and swung it down, smashing it down on the head.

The blow was heavy and powerful, so powerful that the air itself emitted a deafening roar.

When Long'er looked up, it seemed as if half the sky was covered by this tree.

There was no fear in his eyes; instead, they shone even brighter.

The stronger Kuang Sen is, the happier he is.

Instead of retreating, Long'er advanced, her steps shifting strangely amidst the countless shadows of staffs—a transformation achieved by pushing the "Water Shift" movement technique to its limit.

"The Dual-Pole Sword Technique, shattering the void!"

The two swords suddenly crossed in Long'er's hands, and the black and white sword energies were compressed wildly along the two swords. Then they collided in mid-air and instantly transformed into a terrifyingly thin but sharp blade that made one's scalp tingle, which slashed towards the center of the giant tree.

"Snap!"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

An old willow tree, as thick as a person's embrace, was split in two by this sword energy, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Kuang Sen suddenly felt his hand lighten, so he simply threw the broken piece of wood aside and slammed his right fist out from his waist, aiming straight for Long Er's chest.

Long'er moved swiftly, her twin swords already piercing through the flying wood chips to close the distance. One sword pressed straight at her brow, while the other aimed at her throat, leaving no room for retreat in her attack.

At this point, both of them were truly enraged.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Gentlemen, please stop."

A soft, feminine voice suddenly rang out, sounding both distant and close to the ear, eerily unsettling.

Long'er and Kuang Sen were both startled.

The wind in the suburbs seemed to suddenly drop, causing the half-swirled broken grass and dust to pause, and even the air seemed to be gently pressed down by something.

Neither of them could see clearly before a bright yellow figure appeared between them.

The newcomer seemed to appear out of nowhere, his movements were extremely unpredictable.

Faced with the twin swords and heavy fists pressing down on him, he neither dodged nor retreated. He simply flicked his sleeves lightly, a movement that looked slow but was actually frighteningly fast.

Immediately afterwards, he extended both palms at the same time.

He pressed his palm between Long'er's two swords.

He met Kuang Sen's fist with a palm strike.

The movements were light and airy, like casually brushing away a fallen leaf, yet the landing point was so precise it sent chills down one's spine.

"Buzz—"

A deep, resounding thud suddenly echoed outwards.

The violent energy surged outwards like a tidal wave, whipping up dust, broken grass, and splinters of wood into the sky.

Long'er felt a numbness in both hands at the same time, and the sword energy in her body seemed to crash into a bottomless sea. The "Slaying Void" technique, which was powerful enough to tear apart giant trees, was completely neutralized in an instant.

Kuang Sen's powerful punch, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, seemed to have struck an unseen, deep quagmire, completely neutralizing its force. He involuntarily staggered back several steps, sending pebbles flying beneath his feet.

The two simultaneously withdrew their attacks and retreated, their eyes instantly turning cold.

For the first time, the smile on Long'er's face completely vanished.

The madness that had been churning in Kuang Sen's eyes was forcibly suppressed.

The person who could stop both of them with one hand is definitely not simple.

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

The newcomer wore a wide, bright yellow brocade robe and a tall crown. He stood still, exuding an indescribable chilling aura.

What's most eye-catching is the mask he's wearing.

The mask was colorful and had strange patterns. It looked like it was laughing, but it also looked like it was crying. The more you looked at it, the more uncomfortable you felt.

A breeze blew from the outskirts, causing the bright yellow robe to sway gently.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely tense.

"Who exactly are you?!" Long'er gritted her teeth, a flash of fanatical rage in her eyes.

"Don't you know the rules? Why are you forcibly stopping a martial arts duel here?!"

Beside him, Kuang Sen, whose attack had just been interrupted, had bloodshot eyes, looking like a pure battle maniac.

His muscles were bulging like blocks of granite, and with each breath, white steam billowed from his nostrils.

"Dare to block my way? I'll tear you apart alive!"

The two men exuded murderous intent, but look at the one standing in the middle.

The man in the yellow robe leisurely dusted off non-existent dust from his bright yellow brocade robe, his eyes revealing a seasoned and composed air of complete control, as he slowly smoothed out a slight wrinkle on his cuff.

Sword energy flew all around him, but he seemed to be strolling in his own backyard.

This act of showing off is so natural, it's almost unbelievable.

In the wind, the eerie, multicolored mask turned slightly, and the man in the yellow robe finally lazily lifted his eyelids:

"Want to know who I am? Listen carefully, I am the messenger of heaven—'Priest'."

"Priest?" Long'er sneered, and the long black sword behind her emitted an extremely piercing and shrill sword cry.

"My black sword has taken down at least eighty or a hundred experts along the way!"

"That self-proclaimed 'Sword God' Ximen Chuixue, that self-proclaimed 'Sword Immortal' Ye Gucheng, and that so-called 'Invincible Dongfang Bubai'—they're all a bunch of useless trash with impressive titles!"

"Under my sword intent, these people couldn't even last three moves; I severed all their tendons!"

"What kind of coward are you, hiding your head and tail like a rat, daring to call yourself a priest? Want to try the taste of having your throat choked by my sword?"

Faced with the threat of death, the "priest" completely ignored it, instead casually flicking his nails and commenting in an extremely arrogant tone:

"With your current level of skill, you are not worth mentioning at all in my eyes."

Long'er's blood pressure spiked instantly, and the sword immediately emitted a chilling light, about to stab him and teach him a lesson.

"You think you're so tough, huh?!" Kuang Sen lost his patience, stomping heavily on a large blue stone and smashing it to pieces.

"I'm not wasting my breath on weaklings, let's fight one-on-one!"

The priest didn't even turn his head, only uttering three words:

You don't deserve it.

The veins on Kuang Sen's forehead bulged with a "buzz," and he was about to roar and go berserk on the spot, but the priest slowly raised his hand and pointed to the pavilion on the mountaintop in the distance.

"See that over there?" the priest asked in a flat tone, as if giving directions.

"There sits a top martial arts master over there."

"Even if the two of you team up to deliver it, they probably won't even bother to look at it."

Kuang Sen's burst of brute force momentarily stalled. He twisted his stiff neck, and his crude brain circuits began to race:

"...There's an even tougher nut to crack?"

The priest nodded solemnly: "It's hard enough to break your teeth."

"Pfft—" Long'er burst out laughing, her face clearly saying, "You can't fool me."

"Don't give me that! The other day, there was this guy named Meng Guhong who claimed to be a master swordsman, but he couldn't even withstand one of my casual probing moves before he vomited blood and collapsed!"

"If such an unparalleled master truly existed, would they need you here acting as a pimp and guide?"

The priest wasn't annoyed. He tilted his head and suddenly dropped an epic bombshell:

"What if the person sitting on the mountaintop was a disciple of the 'Martial Arts Legend, Nameless'?"

The arrogant look on Long'er's face suddenly froze.

Nameless?! Those two words!

Its prestige in the entire martial arts world is terrifying; it is a pinnacle myth that no swordsman can surpass!

After a brief moment of extreme astonishment, Long'er abruptly turned her head to stare at the cloud-shrouded mountain peaks.

The sword-shaped birthmark between his eyebrows flushed red with excitement, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a morbidly maniacal grin.

"The only person in the entire world who dares to associate himself with Wuming and still acts like a master in this desolate wilderness is Bu Jingyun!"

As for Jian Chen, what the hell is that?

It's clear that Kuang Sen's brain capacity couldn't hold the meaning of "Wuming" and "Bu Jingyun".

In his world, there is only a radar for determining combat strength.

"Who cares if it's clouds or rain! Let's deal with that arrogant bastard on the mountaintop first!" Madman angrily pounded his chest.

"I'll smash your bones after I'm done beating you!"

Before he finished speaking, this towering man flew out like a cannonball, smashing the withered trees along the way into pieces.

"The prey is mine!"

Long'er cursed under her breath, then lightly touched the ground with her toes, transforming into a streak of black sword light that hurtled up the treetops at such a speed that even her afterimage was barely visible.

The priest, his hands tucked into his sleeves, watched the two figures rushing off to their deaths, a light laugh emanating from beneath his mask:

"The fish has taken the bait."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scholar as thin as a bamboo pole slowly emerged from the shadow of an old tree that took two people to hug behind him.

This guy had a white bone hairpin in his hair and was tightly clutching a shiny black book called "The Book of Searching for the Supernatural" in his arms, with ink stains even on the back of his hands.

He kicked the broken stones under Kuang Sen's foot with his toe, letting out a cold "heh heh" laugh:

"Priest, you are truly ruthless."

"With just a few words, he used a trick to kill with a borrowed knife, tricking these two fools into provoking the Uncrying God of Death."

"You wouldn't understand," the priest said with a sinister smirk, as if everything was perfectly planned.

"I knew long ago that these two murderers wouldn't give up until they achieved their goal. Let's go with the flow and use them as stepping stones to test the limits of the merciless Grim Reaper. That's called making the most of them."

"Don't give me that!" The scholar smirked.

"Bu Jingyun is all alone on the mountaintop, who knows what mischief he's plotting! You insist on luring these two mad dogs there, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"