I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the bend in the mountain path, the priest leisurely cracked open a melon seed, turned his head to the scholar, and said:

"Make a note of it: Flowing water and drifting clouds can overcome the force of a raging river."

The scholar didn't even look up, his pen moving swiftly and rapidly as he recorded:

"...That's all nonsense, it's already recorded in the booklet."

Priest: "..."

He tucked the remaining sunflower seeds back into his sleeve, too lazy to say anything.

Before he could react, Bu Jingyun had already moved.

Thick, ink-like Void Cloud Energy erupted from his body, condensing into a surging, pitch-black cloud around him, completely engulfing his entire figure.

This dark cloud itself is the best cover!

"Wearing clouds and the moon".

Amidst the churning clouds, a sharp palm strike, carrying the chilling moonlight, suddenly emerged from the depths of the dark clouds. Its reality was hard to discern, its unpredictability elusive, as if the moon were hidden within the clouds, and the moon would break through the clouds to reveal a hidden killing intent.

"Stop this nonsense! Break it!"

Huai Mie roared, completely unmoved by any pretense or trickery!

Ironheart Island has only one belief:

Absolute power crushes all fancy tricks!

He gathered all his strength into his palms, compressing the Hunyuan Jin to its limit, transforming it into a violent bolt of lightning energy that slammed into the dark clouds!

"Seven Primordial Strike Forces - Breaking Electric Potential!"

boom! !

The energy exploded, the black clouds scattered, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

Bu Jingyun landed gracefully, his expression remaining calm and composed.

Huai Mie retreated several steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground!

A thin layer of ice had formed on the sleeves where her arms crossed, and her skin was faintly bluish-purple.

Blood rushed to his chest, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat—his internal organs had been injured by that palm strike!

He forced back the metallic taste, raised his head, and his eyes blazed with even more madness.

At the bend in the mountain path, the scholar spoke:

"That's the second move. Huai Mie has already vomited blood and his meridians are damaged. Can he withstand the third move?"

The priest stroked his chin:

"This kid's personality is completely different from his brother's."

"Huai Kong fights with strategy? That's pure madness."

"A madman is the scary one." The scholar didn't even look up, his pen continuing to flow.

"Those who are not afraid of death will either become gods or ghosts."

"Well done, Bu Jingyun... Two moves already, huh?" Huai Mie gave a bloodthirsty laugh. "One last move. Come on."

He roared to the sky, and the primordial energy within his body was like a dormant volcano being completely detonated!

Terrifying qi surged forth from every pore of his body, the towering pillars of qi churning up the clouds in half the sky above!

Looking at Huai Mie, who seemed to have gone mad, Bu Jingyun finally showed a subtle change in his eyes.

It's not pity.

Yes... I admit it.

He had seen this kind of determination—the kind that'd risk their life to arm wrestle with someone.

When I was young, wasn't I just as pathetic?

Unfortunately, having backbone alone is not enough; it falls far short.

"The last resort."

"A frog at the bottom of a well knows not the height of the sky."

Bu Jingyun slowly raised his left hand, palm up, fingers slightly curved, and casually pressed it against the empty sky.

"A calamity descends from the sky."

The moment those four words were uttered, the world changed color.

The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, the heavy clouds seeming to be right above our heads, within reach.

The clouds from all directions converged wildly, transforming into a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky. Its five fingers were clearly discernible, and each joint carried a terrifying pressure capable of crushing a city. With the wrath of the heavens, it crashed down with a deafening roar.

This palm strike was no longer a technique, but the might of heaven!

It is the weight of the clouds, the collapse of the sky!

"No! I don't believe it! My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!!"

Huai Mie's eyes were practically bursting open!

The terrifying sense of oppression descending from the sky made his entire body tremble!

But deep down, he's a complete madman who won't turn back even after hitting a brick wall!

With a roar, he compressed all of his cultivation to the extreme, transforming himself into an unstoppable weapon of destruction, and charged fiercely towards the black giant palm!

"Seven Primordial Strike Forces - Shatter the Heavens!!"

Rumble—!!!

The sound waves drowned out all other sounds on the mountaintop.

The Shouxin Pavilion was completely reduced to dust by this attack, countless boulders were shredded into fragments, and the sky was filled with dust that obscured the sun and moon. The entire mountain was trembling violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The dragon on the distant rock was thrown several meters by the shockwave, only regaining its footing after its back hit a giant rock.

He twisted his neck and looked down at himself:

Apart from his hair being blown all over by the wind and his outer robe being covered in dust, he was completely unharmed.

"..."

Long'er was silent for two seconds, brushed her messy hair behind her head, and subconsciously touched the hilt of her sword.

His gaze, filled with complex emotions, turned toward the center of the smoke and dust.

He silently calculated in his mind how much he could withstand if he stood opposite the other person with a sword in hand.

After a long while, the smoke and dust dissipated.

The original location of Shouxin Pavilion has been turned into a huge pit.

Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the deep pit, his plain clothes fluttering in the wind, not a speck of dust on him.

At the bottom of the deep pit, Huai Mie knelt on one knee, his body covered in blood.

His tight-fitting clothes had long been torn into shreds by the terrifying collision of qi.

He was panting heavily, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, staining the scorched earth beneath him.

He lost, completely and utterly, without a doubt.

A single strike, "Shattering the Sky," delivered with all its might, proved as fragile as a child's toy before the overwhelming power of "Calamity Clouds Descending from Heaven."

"Cough cough..." Huai Mie struggled to raise his head, looking at the god-like figure above him.

"This...this is...the power of mythology?"

Bu Jingyun looked down at him with a cold gaze and slowly withdrew his hand.

"I only used 50% of my power." Bu Jingyun's voice was calm, yet it resounded like thunder in Huai Mie's ears.

Huai Mie's pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled violently: "You... what did you say?"

"To defeat you, fifty percent of my power is enough." Bu Jingyun said indifferently, his tone as if he were casually discussing the weather.

"Your Hunyuan Qiji is good, but you're too impatient—too eager to win, too eager to prove yourself."

Upon hearing this, Huai Mie forced a smile that was more like a grimace.

Immediately, it was as if his entire spine had been removed, and he collapsed limply into the scorched earth.

With only half the power, he crushed the proud Hunyuan Qiji into a child's play.

Is this the chasm between them and the legends of the martial arts world?

The dragon on the rock remained silent for a long time.

He just stared intently at Bu Jingyun's spotless back, not even the hem of his clothes was in disarray, his palms were already sweaty.

The sword-shaped birthmark between my eyebrows was faintly burning.

Whenever it encounters a truly powerful individual, the birthmark becomes restless.

At the foot of the mountain, amidst the pile of rocks, Kuang Sen lay motionless, like a completely dead dog.

His sternum was shattered, his internal organs had collapsed and shifted under the shock of the palm strike, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and there was no trace of life left in his body.

By any doctor's standards, this body is a complete corpse.

Two figures landed silently beside the corpse; they were the priest and the scholar holding a pen.

The scholar bent down to examine for a moment, a hint of indifference flashing in his sinister eyes:

"His heart meridians are completely severed; even a god couldn't save him. What a waste of such a fine constitution."

He slowly opened the heavy "Book of Searching for the Gods" in his arms, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and was about to add the character "卒" (meaning "dead") after Kuang Sen's name to conclude it.

The priest glanced at the blood-soaked body, then stood with his hands behind his back, his pupils behind the mask calm and still.

"A mortal body can never withstand a mythical blow."

"I'll leave after I finish writing this down and go check on Bu Jingyun's side."

However, just as the scholar's pen was about to fall—

"Heh...heh..." A chilling roar suddenly burst from the throat of the "corpse".

Before the scholar could react, Kuang Sen suddenly opened his eyes!

What kind of eyes are they?

There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only a chaotic crimson, like two boiling seas of blood!

"roar!"

Two large, veiny hands shot out like ghostly claws, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the two men's throats. The speed of this grab was even three times faster than when they were at their peak!

"What?!"

The scribes and priests both changed color at the same time—

Both were top-notch experts with extremely fast reactions. Their figures instantly transformed into two afterimages as they retreated several feet, barely avoiding the deadly grab.

"Snap!"

Kuang Sen grabbed at the air with both hands, creating two visible white marks. Wherever his fingertips touched, the rock shattered like tofu.

"This...this is absolutely impossible?!"

The scholar stared intently at Kuang Sen, who was slowly getting up, his hand holding the pen trembling slightly.

"His internal organs are all shattered; he should be dead, so how can he still stand?!"

"Resurrection from the dead..." The priest's voice came from behind the mask, unusually tinged with a hint of solemnity.

"In the entire martial arts world, apart from 'Tian', no one can pull off this move."

Kuang Sen shakily propped himself up, his bones cracking with terrifying force, and the deep palm print on his chest visibly swelled and healed—

But their eyes were fixed on his face.

and many more.

When he collapsed, he was clearly a young man in his early twenties.

Looking back now?

With deep wrinkles and graying temples, he aged considerably in an instant, resembling a middle-aged man.

It was as if his near-death experience had drained his terrifying lifespan and vital essence, turning it into the price for repairing his body.

The silence lasted less than a moment—

A fierce and malevolent aura, even more intense than before his death, erupted from his body like a volcano.

The two top experts simultaneously sharpened their gazes.

This murderous aura... is no weaker than that of a top-tier master.

"roar--!!"

Kuang Sen raised his head and let out a shrill, inhuman howl, the sound waves of which shattered several rocks around him.

He completely ignored the two of them, his blood-red eyes fixed on the direction of the mountain peak—where Bu Jingyun was.

His body suddenly arched, and he shot out like a meteorite dripping with blood, causing towering trees to fall in his wake.

The two watched the smoke and dust fill the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

"...Quick! Write it down!" The priest snapped back to reality, his tone urgent.

"This person is full of strange occurrences; he can come back to life after death, and he's even more ruthless afterward. We must report this anomaly when we get back!"

The scholar, as if waking from a dream, quickly opened the "Book of Searching for the Supernatural," picked up his pen and wrote furiously, his brushstrokes so powerful they seemed to penetrate the paper.

The priest casually took half a melon seed from his sleeve, cracked it open, and stood to the side.

"Finished writing?"

"What's the rush?" The scholar irritably blew the ink off the book, then stuffed it into his pocket.

"Have you noticed the change in his appearance?"