I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Long'er's eyes were fixed on Kuang Sen, who was covered in blood but still standing. His expression was more solemn than ever before.

He had personally witnessed the terrifying power of that invisible sword energy just now—

With just a single, overwhelming sword intent, one can severely injure a powerful enemy from a distance. Such domineering and unparalleled cultivation would cause even a first-rate expert to have their bones shattered on the spot if they were only touched by a trace of the sword wind.

However, Kuangsen stubbornly endured it.

Long'er's eyes blazed brightly, her gaze fixed on Bu Jingyun's drooping fingertips, her mind frantically deconstructing and retracing the devastating blow that had shaken the heavens and earth.

"This sword intent... is truly amazing."

He murmured to himself, and a kind of fanaticism, bordering on obsession, ignited in his aloof and unwavering eyes.

"Without any real moves, it relies solely on this domineering sword intent to crush them."

"The power of this sword strike is even more domineering than the first eight forms of the Holy Spirit technique that I've mastered—so this is the true pinnacle of swordsmanship?!"

Meanwhile, Bu Jingyun's mind was also racing with a myriad of thoughts:

To remain standing after being struck by the Overlord's Sword, Kuang Sen's profound internal strength and physically forged body are truly beyond the measure of ordinary standards.

"roar--!!"

Kuang Sen was drenched in blood, his fierce fighting spirit, unwavering and relentless, shattered the void.

He swung his powerful iron fists, strong enough to split rocks and shatter stone, sending up gusts of bloody wind, clearly determined to fight this deadly battle to the bitter end.

Bu Jingyun stood proudly.

Deep within a pair of eyes weathered by time and imbued with an ageless indifference, the terrifying killing intent belonging to the Uncrying Grim Reaper finally erupted completely.

"If I can't kill you, it's because my skills are inferior, Bu Jingyun."

A cold shout rang out like a thunderclap.

Bu Jingyun brought his two fingers together like sharp blades, and the dormant Extreme Annihilation Sword Intent within his limbs and bones resonated with a thunderous roar in an instant.

A visible, jet-black sword aura, almost tangible, gathered wildly at his fingertips, compressing into a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine.

"Since you haven't fallen yet, I will cut you to pieces, one move at a time, and finally fulfill my purpose!"

As soon as the chilling words fell, the palm shadow instantly transformed into an unparalleled divine blade!

"Overlord Sword - Sword Meteor!!"

A peerless sword beam, as black as night, shot out violently from Bu Jingyun's fingertips.

Its momentum was as swift and domineering as a meteor streaking across the sky, carrying an absolute and destructive power, and it forcefully pierced through the front of Kuang Sen!

Before the sword's edge even arrived, the earth had already cracked!

The meteor sword energy, as black as night, carried unparalleled power that could destroy everything in its path, tearing through the air and heading straight for Kuang Sen's face!

Instead of retreating, Kuang Sen advanced.

Covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot as lanterns; being driven to the brink of despair only fueled his final madness—

He roared to the sky, and the remaining baleful aura in his body surged to its limit in an instant. Ferocious blood-red patterns appeared on his bronze skin and iron bones. He raised his two thick arms, as thick as iron pillars, high, and the wind of his fist whistled, even the air was blasted out with a visible shock wave, and he smashed down hard towards the black sword light!

however--

Sword Meteor didn't pause for even a moment.

The moment the fist struck the sword's edge, it was like an egg hitting an iron wall.

The thick, blood-red aura crumbled like paper before the Overlord Sword. The fist's force was instantly pierced, swallowed, and shattered. Kuang Sen's proud copper skin and iron bones were rendered utterly fragile by this sword strike.

"boom--!!"

With a deafening roar, Kuang Sen's bloodied and unyielding figure was completely engulfed by the black meteor. Before he could even throw a second punch, he was blasted into the distant rock wall.

As the dust settled, where the rock wall had shattered, Kuang Sen's chest was caved in, his arms twisted at an impossible angle, blood flowed all over the ground, and his breath ceased—one sword strike, and he was killed.

From the moment the punch was thrown to the moment of defeat, it took less than a breath.

This is the absolute crushing power of the Overlord Sword.

It's not a difference in skill, nor a difference in experience, but a crushing defeat on a dimensional level.

Your desperate efforts couldn't even buy you a moment's pause before this sword strike.

Bu Jingyun slowly withdrew his hand, and the surging black sword intent around him dissipated like the receding tide. He returned to being the cold and indifferent Grim Reaper.

Throughout the entire ordeal, his expression remained unchanged, as if his sword strike had merely crushed an ant, utterly insignificant.

The entire room fell silent.

Huai Mie knelt on one knee in the rubble not far away, one hand supporting his knee, his body covered in wounds.

He had already suffered a great loss in the battle with Bu Jingyun, and now his blood and qi were surging, and his injuries were not light.

But his gaze was fixed on the spot where the mad forest was embedded in the rock wall, his eyes churning with complex emotions.

"Sword Meteor..." he murmured, a defiant smile suddenly tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Bu Jingyun, you wait."

"One day, I, Huai Mie, will stand before you and personally take this sword."

The injury is real, but the submission is not.

Long'er stood on the other side of the high ground, her arms crossed, her lonely and aloof eyes burning with an undisguised fervor.

He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.

From Sword Mark to Sword Meteor, every move of Bu Jingyun's domineering sword technique was etched into the deepest part of his mind, repeatedly savored, dissected, and appreciated.

"A fine sword... a fine sword intent..." he murmured softly, the sword-shaped birthmark between his brows seeming to tingle with heat.

"Without relying on fancy moves, but solely on overwhelming sword intent to crush everything... this is the sword path I truly want to pursue."

The priest and the scribe exchanged a glance, both seeing deep apprehension in each other's eyes.

The priest unconsciously swallowed and lowered his voice, saying:

"This Bu Jingyun... is far more terrifying than the intelligence reports suggest."

The scholar shook his folding fan, his expression grave, but he managed to maintain a semblance of composure in his tone:

"That's really tricky."

"However... no matter how strong this person is, he is merely a pawn on the chessboard of 'Heaven'."

Even so, his fingers holding the fan were trembling slightly.

"Dad—!! Dad, you're amazing!!!"

A clear, youthful voice broke the silence of the battlefield.

Ignoring the surging blood and qi within him, Bu Tian rushed to Bu Jingyun's side in three strides, his face flushed, his eyes shining, as excited as if it were New Year's Day.

"One sword strike! Just one strike! It blasted him straight into the rock wall!"

"Dad, your Meteor Sword move was way too overpowered! It didn't even stop his punch a fraction of an inch!!"

Bu Jingyun glanced at his son, his expression remaining cold and indifferent, and said calmly:

"Making a fuss over nothing."

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Who gave you permission to sneak out?"

Bu Tian's excitement was quickly dampened. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.

"Hehe... Dad, I was just worried about you..."

"Worried about me?" Bu Jingyun said coldly, without even looking at him.

"Go back and explain it to your mother yourself."

Bu Tian's face instantly fell, looking even more bitter than when he faced Kuang Sen:

"Dad! Can't you even put in a good word for me?!"

"If my mother finds out I snuck out, she'll break my legs!"

"That's your own fault."

"Dad!!" Bu Tian looked desperate, but quickly brazenly moved closer, trying to change the subject.

"Dad, can you teach me? Like that move I just used!"

"I want to learn too! If I master the Meteor Sword Technique, who in the martial world would dare to mess with the Bu family?"

"When Mother sees how capable I am, maybe she won't beat me anymore—"

Bu Jingyun ignored him and walked straight ahead.

Bu Tian quickly followed, chuckling:

"Dad, don't walk so fast!"

"Tell me, how exactly did you cultivate this sword intent?"

"I've started to get a feel for the Cloud Ten Swords technique I've been working on myself, but it's still far inferior to yours—"

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Bu Jingyun's tone remained cold, but upon closer inspection, the corners of his mouth seemed to curve up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Bu Tian chuckled and followed his father contentedly.

He knew that when his father said "we'll talk about it when we get back," it was tantamount to agreeing.

As for what my mother will do to me when I get back... we'll talk about that later!

Anyway, with Dad around, Mom won't really break my legs.

probably.

The father and son walked one after the other, with Bu Jingyun striding ahead and Bu Tian jogging to keep up. The setting sun cast their shadows long and short, creating a rather heartwarming scene.

however--

"Hmm...hmm...hmm..."

A hoarse, labored breathing sound, like that of a broken bellows, came from the pile of rocks behind him, particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Bu Jingyun stopped walking.

His pupils contracted sharply for a moment, and an unprecedented sense of crisis crept up his spine like a venomous snake and spread throughout his body—this aura…is not right.

It was more terrifying and violent than before, and it exuded a chilling stillness and decay that sent shivers down one's spine, as if it came from something that shouldn't exist deep within the ruins of the rock wall.

Turning around abruptly, one could see that Kuang Sen, who had been dead, was now standing up unsteadily amidst the pile of rubble on the rock face!

"Impossible!!" Huai Mie's eyes widened suddenly, and the blood and qi he had just barely managed to control almost surged up again.

"His chest is collapsed, his spine is broken, how could he possibly stand up with injuries like that?!"

Long'er's expression changed drastically, and her hands unconsciously clenched.

He witnessed with his own eyes how Bu Jingyun's sword slammed Kuang Sen into the rock wall, and he personally confirmed that Kuang Sen had stopped breathing.

How can a dead person stand up?

Bu Tian's smile froze instantly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, his voice trembling:

"Father...how...how come he's still alive?"

The priest staggered back two steps, his face deathly pale, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a single complete word.

The scholar's folding fan fell to the ground with a "thud," and his feigned composure vanished completely.

But at this moment, Kuang Sen has changed.

This caused even someone like Bu Jingyun, who was used to life and death, to frown—

His once robust and powerful body was visibly withering away, and the wrinkles on his face were spreading wildly like ravines. He had just been an incomparably strong and ferocious warrior, but now he looked as if he had aged decades in an instant.

Trading lifespan for power.

This is the domineering nature and curse of "reversing the universe"—

Each death and resurrection is a gamble with one's life, using the little life remaining to unleash a brief but terrifying surge in power.