I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"I've noticed."

The priest glanced sideways at the devastating scene carved out by the raging winds along the mountain path—broken ancient trees, shattered rocks, and terrifyingly large, sunken imprints along the way.

"You age a year every time you die."

"He's overdrawing his lifespan to gain power; I wonder how many more times he can squander this body's life force."

The scholar's gaze was fixed on the deep pit of footprints. He picked up his brush and added a line of small characters to the book, saying indifferently:

"No nameless thieves on the road to the underworld, and people who shorten their lives outside the palace of the netherworld."

Just then, two wandering swordsmen carrying packs suddenly appeared from around the bend in the mountain path. Their faces were ashen, and they nearly crashed into the two men.

"Run!! A madman has appeared on the mountain—covered in blood, with bloodshot eyes, crashing through several large trees in his path—!!"

One of them shouted in a hoarse voice, but didn't even dare to turn his head back.

The two used all their skills to flee for their lives down the mountain.

The priest watched the two frightened birds fly away, then crushed another melon seed between his fingers.

"The Grim Reaper is facing off against a reckless mad dog; this is going to be a good show."

Within the ruins of Shouxin Pavilion, lingering smoke still rises, and broken tiles and stones are scattered everywhere.

Just as Bu Jingyun was about to turn and leave, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly broke the deathly silence.

A young boy, panting heavily, rushed into the ruins. He almost stumbled when he stepped onto the rubble, but quickly grabbed a broken pillar to steady himself.

The boy's steps involuntarily faltered by half an inch.

—Ruins littered the ground, deep craters formed in the palm of the hand, sturdy pavilion pillars were snapped in half, and a faint stench of blood still lingered in the air.

What kind of brutal battle just took place here?

However, when his eyes fell upon a familiar, solitary figure ahead, all the surprise and doubt in his mind vanished instantly.

A clear, crisp voice rang out: "Father!!"

Bu Jingyun's perpetually cold and aloof face stiffened slightly to a degree visible to the naked eye.

The newcomer was Bu Tian, ​​the only son of Bu Jingyun.

Around twelve years old, his heroic spirit was beginning to emerge between his brows, and his profile bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Bu Jingyun, though he still retained a childish air.

"Father, I've finally found you!" He rushed over, his eyes shining like stars.

Bu Jingyun's brows furrowed slightly, his cold gaze sweeping across the area like a blade.

"Why did you run away? Does your mother know?"

Bu Tian's eyes flickered slightly, and he opened his mouth with a wronged look, intending to make up an excuse to get away with it.

But the moment she met her father's deep, icy eyes, the string of lies that were about to come out of her mouth were instantly frozen and shattered.

He stiffened his neck and confessed honestly:

"My child... secretly ran away from home."

"..."

"Nonsense." Bu Jingyun flicked his sleeve sharply, his tone as cold as an icy pool.

"The world of martial arts is treacherous; swords and spears have no eyes. Do you think you can just casually set foot in such a deadly place?"

"Father!" Bu Tian straightened his back abruptly, his gaze meeting his biological father's without flinching.

"I don't want to live a miserable life in this fishing village!"

"Your son must follow in your footsteps, Father, to conquer the world and restore the Bu family's glory. Otherwise, what's the point of living a life of mere survival!"

Bu Jingyun stared at him, remaining silent.

A pair of eyes as black as night gazed at the stubborn and unyielding youth before him, as if measuring the arrogance in his bones to see if it could withstand the cruel storms of the martial world.

The mountain wind howled, and the father and son faced each other from a distance, neither of them speaking to break the silence.

At that very moment—

"roar--!!"

A superhuman roar suddenly erupted from halfway up the mountain, followed by a series of terrifying explosions as ancient trees were forcibly snapped.

The commotion approached rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a pungent, bloody gust of wind swept up from below the mountain path.

The next instant, Kuang Sen, covered in blood, burst through the rubble and rushed up the mountain peak, like a runaway meat grinder heading straight for Bu Jingyun's face!

"You want to hurt my dad?!"

Bu Tian roared, not retreating but instead suddenly exerting force in both palms, creating layers of air waves.

He actually used the Cloud-Dispelling Palm head-on, about to unleash a furious attack on the oncoming mad forest!

However, before the palm strike could be fully unleashed, Bu Tian suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

Bu Jingyun's figure swayed slightly, like a wisp of cloud that gathers and disperses without leaving a trace.

Without a sound, he had become like an unshakable, towering peak, firmly blocking his son's path.

Without changing his expression, he unleashed a palm strike to meet the attack head-on.

The palm strike was powerful and heavy, like dark clouds pressing down overhead; it was the "flowing water and drifting clouds" technique from the Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

"Bang--!"

The fist energy and palm energy collided violently in mid-air.

The entire mountaintop then sank.

The extremely violent aftershocks of the qi swept across the ground, crushing all the vegetation and rocks within a radius of dozens of feet into dust.

The fist does not retreat, nor does the palm.

Kuang Sen's eyes were bloodshot, and his meridians bulged like writhing snakes. He channeled his strange inner energy into his iron fist to its limit, desperately resisting the overwhelming power of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, a palm force capable of shattering mountains.

His feet were embedded in the shattered rock, and despite the force of the recoil tearing his muscles, he did not move backward an inch.

Bu Jingyun's eyes turned cold, and he stopped arguing with him.

With a flick of his sleeves, he used the force of the fierce counterattack from his palm to gracefully drift backward, stomping all the violent true energy under his feet.

With a deafening roar that shook the valley, the rocky fault line where the two had been locked in a fierce struggle just moments before finally succumbed to the immense force that had been unleashed, and collapsed on a large scale.

Bu Jingyun landed firmly, his cold gaze fixed on Kuang Sen opposite him.

That aged, bloodshot face...

It was clearly Kuang Sen, whom he had casually slapped down the mountain earlier!

A dead man whose heart meridian should have been completely shattered not only climbed up from the foot of the mountain, but his internal energy was also several times more violent than before he died.

Bu Jingyun glanced at Kuang Sen's extremely aged appearance and boiling blood energy out of the corner of his eye, and instantly understood.

This is by no means a result of martial arts skill.

Instead, they ingested some kind of desperate, suicidal poison.

"this……"

Huai Mie, who was barely able to prop himself up in the distance, had eyes that were so horrified they seemed to burst.

He didn't know Kuang Sen, but he knew Bu Jingyun's strength all too well—

Just now, he personally experienced the palm strike of the Uncrying Death God, which caused half of his meridians to become disordered, and he couldn't even stand up with a breath of true energy.

But this Kuang Sen actually went head-to-head with Bu Jingyun and they ended up fighting to a draw.

Huai Mie felt a surge of metallic sweetness in his throat, unable to tell whether it was from the flare-up of his injuries or from being angered by this absurd reality.

Kuang Sen had no idea from beginning to end that one of the people he was about to kill was lying paralyzed not far away, watching him.

He only knew Huai Mie's name, but had never seen Huai Mie's face.

On the distant rocks, Long'er's fingers were deeply embedded in his palm.

On his way up the mountain, he fought Kuang Sen to a draw. At that time, Kuang Sen was nothing more than a brute with crude moves in his eyes.

However, before him stood a raging, blood-red figure...

Is it really the same person who fought him to a draw before?!

"Roar! Die, you bastard!!"

Kuang Sen gave Bu Jingyun no chance to catch his breath, and his heavy punch landed again.

The two instantly engaged in close combat.

Kuang Sen's punches were imbued with power, while Bu Jingyun's palms were equally forceful. Their fists and palms clashed wildly within a small space, each collision causing the surrounding rocks to shatter.

Bu Jingyun struck Kuang Sen's torso with several palms, the muffled sounds of bones cracking echoing repeatedly; an ordinary person would have already collapsed and been unable to get up.

But Kuangsen gritted his teeth and held on, advancing instead of retreating.

With his profound internal strength far exceeding common sense, he pressed down with each punch heavier than the last, forcing Bu Jingyun to retreat several steps.

Kuang Sen is incredibly strong and truly a formidable opponent.

"The Cloud-Dispelling Palm... it didn't work on him?" Bu Tian's palms were covered in cold sweat, and his fists were clenched tightly.

He had been training with his father since childhood and had witnessed Bu Jingyun's terrifying strength firsthand. He knew that no one in the martial arts world could withstand his father's palm strikes.

He never imagined that anyone could withstand his father's Cloud-Dispelling Palm strike head-on.

But this madman in front of us actually did it.

Bu Tianxia looked towards his father, only to see that Bu Jingyun's chiseled, cold face remained completely expressionless, his indifferent, deep eyes looking down at Kuang Sen as if he were looking down at an ant.

Bu Jingyun's gaze darkened slightly, and his aura changed abruptly.

The ethereal aura that was once as smooth as flowing clouds and water vanished, replaced by a powerful and domineering sword intent that was almost enough to crush one's soul.

It was as if, in the next second, this oppressive force would cleave the heavens and earth in two!

His hands were empty.

However, his body and mind are like a peerless divine weapon that has already been unsheathed and is unparalleled in the world.

He brought his two fingers together like sharp blades and slashed them through the air towards Kuang Sen.

"Overlord Sword - Sword Mark".

A soft hissing sound.

This sword strike was delivered without any thunder or rain, and without any commotion.

Only an extremely sharp, invisible sword aura burst forth. Because its sword intent was too domineering and fierce, it tore a visible scar in the air it passed through, and solidly struck Kuang Sen's chest, which was as hard as refined steel.

"puff--!"

In an instant, his iron-like sternum was silently torn open, leaving a fatal wound that penetrated deep into his internal organs.

Hot blood gushed into the sky, instantly turning the surrounding scorched earth crimson.

An unstoppable, destructive shockwave sent Kuang Sen flying dozens of feet away, crashing heavily into the pile of rocks and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Silence.

Only the howling wind remained.

But the next moment.

"Hmm...hmm..."

A chilling whistling sound, as if cutting through the air, was once again forced out from the depths of Kuang Sen's throat, where he should have been dead.

Kuang Sen's body trembled violently, and just as he was about to collapse, he managed to stand up again.

He slowly lowered his head, staring at the still-flowing, deadly wound on his chest, and then, with a backhand, extended his long, scarlet tongue, greedily swallowing the blood and foam from the corner of his mouth.

The blood from his nose did not diminish Kuang Sen's ferocity in the slightest; on the contrary, it ignited his fighting instincts deep within his bones to the extreme.

"Not enough...not enough!!"

A pair of bloodshot, bulging pupils burned with a startling crimson fighting spirit.

Bu Tian stood there dumbfounded, his throat seemingly gripped tightly by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single word.

He had seen the domineering sword pointed at him just now very clearly.

That sword strike was incredibly fierce; if an ordinary expert had taken that blow head-on, they would have already been seriously injured and collapsed.

However, at the deep wound where the bone was visible, Kuang Sen forcibly sealed the blood vessels with his terrifyingly powerful true energy.