I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"roar!!!"

The ancient, raging forest roared to the sky, its voice desolate and shrill, yet containing a terrifying power capable of shaking mountains.

The crimson aura surrounding him completely changed color at this moment, turning into a dark blackish-red. Under the impact of this aura, the mountains, forests, and vegetation within a radius of nearly a hundred feet collapsed, withered, and shattered. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, and rubble was shaken into the air.

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Bu Jingyun's mind. Before his body moved, his intentions were already in motion, and his peerless palm power was ready to be unleashed at any moment, prepared to intercept and kill.

"Go to hell!!"

With a roar, the aged Kuang Sen transformed his withered body into a black and red afterimage, charging straight at Bu Jingyun with overwhelming force!

coming!

Bu Jingyun's eyes narrowed, and his palms were fully charged—

"Endless Thunder!!"

The palm strike was like a thunderbolt, crashing out and meeting Kuang Sen's charge head-on.

This palm strike was enough to blast any powerful expert into dust, and Bu Jingyun was absolutely confident that this one blow would end everything.

However—just as the palm strike was about to land, a cold, sharp glint, not belonging to a madman, flashed in Kuang Sen's turbid eyes.

His figure suddenly turned during the high-speed charge, and he was like a slippery venomous snake, barely avoiding the edge of the palm wind at an incredible angle, bypassing Bu Jingyun's front and rushing straight towards Bu Tian, ​​who was caught off guard behind him!

From beginning to end, stepping into genius was his goal.

Rushing towards Bu Jingyun was nothing more than a deadly feint—

If you can't beat the big guy, kill the person he cares about most!

Bu Jingyun's pupils constricted sharply—he'd fallen for their trap!

The palm strike, brimming with boundless thunderous force, had already been unleashed. The old force had not dissipated and the new force had not yet been generated. This brief opening was enough to be fatal!

"Tian'er, retreat quickly!!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared loudly as he desperately twisted his body and lunged at Bu Tian, ​​trying to stop the attack before Kuang Sen could succeed.

But, in the end, it was a moment too late.

Just for a fleeting moment.

A withered yet terrifying figure appeared before Bu Tian like a ghost.

Bu Tian felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, his hair standing on end, but before he could react—

A withered, claw-like hand slammed heavily onto his chest.

"Click—"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound, enough to make your teeth ache and your scalp tingle, rang out on the deathly silent mountaintop.

It was the sound of the sternum and spine cracking simultaneously.

"puff--!"

Bu Tian coughed up blood, which was mixed with fragments of broken internal organs.

The small body, which was originally as upright as a pine tree, was struck by this blow and flew backward helplessly like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble several feet away, splashing up a cloud of dust and blood.

"Tian'er!!!"

Bu Jingyun's unchanging, indifferent expression shattered completely at this moment.

He rushed frantically to where Bu Tian had fallen, pulling the blood-covered child into his arms. Instead, he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented terror and despair.

The despair of a father watching helplessly as his child is shattered, with no time to do anything about it.

Bu Tian struggled to lift his head. His once spirited young face was now deathly pale, and blood gushed from his mouth, almost choking him.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and said in an almost inaudible voice:

"Father...your son...is incompetent...I'm afraid...he can't...go to the martial world..."

As he spoke, the light in his once bright eyes gradually began to fade.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A furious roar, extremely piercing, erupted from deep within Bu Jingyun's throat, shattering the surrounding rocks and startling the birds that were perched in the distance.

There was regret in that roar—he shouldn't have been careless;

He harbored resentment—he resented being a step too late;

Even more terrifying was the overwhelming killing intent—a killing intent powerful enough to incinerate the heavens!

Heaven!

Why are you treating me like this?!

I, Bu Jingyun, have lived a life of utter loneliness and hardship. I finally had a wife and children, and a decent home. Why must you take away everything I have left?!

"You beast—I will tear you to pieces!!!"

Bu Jingyun suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and two lines of bloody tears silently slid down his cheeks.

His aura completely went berserk in that instant—

The originally formless sword intent transformed into tangible black flames, burning wildly around him. The ground cracked, and rubble floated in the air. The world seemed to tremble at the father's rage.

It is hatred.

It is anger.

It is a despair that can burn everything to ashes.

"Overlord Sword - Limitless!!!"

Bu Jingyun formed a sword with his fingers, and his entire body transformed into a bolt of black lightning.

This sword strike was unrestrained and without any reservations.

He poured all his life's skills into it, and forged all his grief and despair into this black sword light.

The world was completely silent, as if even time itself held its breath before this sword strike, leaving only this jet-black sword light piercing through the entire sky.

A hint of fear finally appeared on Kuang Sen's aged face.

He wanted to retreat, to escape, but under the absolute pressure of that sword strike, he found himself unable to move even a single finger.

It wasn't that his body was locked up, but rather that his will itself was completely crushed by this sword intent.

"die!!!"

A black sword beam flashed by.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no gruesome scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

When the sword light dissipated, Kuang Sen remained standing in the same spot, maintaining his terrified posture, motionless.

A mountain breeze blew by.

"Splash..."

Kuang Sen's body, like a rock weathered for thousands of years, collapsed instantly in this gentle breeze, turning into a pile of pale bone dust that drifted away in the mountain wind without a trace.

One sword kills, leaving no trace of his body.

But this astonishing sword strike could not bring the boy back to life.

Bu Jingyun staggered to Bu Tian's side, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

This Grim Reaper, who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire martial arts world, now resembled a helpless child, trembling as he picked up the gradually cooling body from the ground.

"Tian'er... Tian'er..."

He called out softly, his voice hoarse and broken.

The boy in her arms had his eyes closed and was no longer breathing.

The last trace of affection for her father remained on her tender face, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having a beautiful dream.

Bu Jingyun pressed his cheek tightly against Bu Tian's cold forehead, and tears finally broke free.

"Why...why..."

"Am I, Bu Jingyun, truly destined to be a cursed lone star?"

"Am I destined to watch helplessly as everyone around me leaves me one by one?!"

The stern questioning echoed across the empty mountaintop, lingering for a long time.

The heavens were silent, only the mountain winds howled, as if lamenting this tragic fate.

Bu Jingyun slowly stood up, holding Bu Tian tightly in his arms, and walked down the mountain step by step.

His silhouette was desolate and lonely, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world on his back.

"Wait a minute."

A calm and unhurried voice sounded from behind.

Bu Jingyun did not stop walking, nor did he even turn his head.

At that moment, he had no interest in talking to anyone.

The priest strode forward, his face displaying just the right amount of pity, his tone utterly sincere:

"My condolences, Master Bu. I apologize for my intrusion, but your son... may still be saved."

Bu Jingyun did not stop.

The scholar, fanning himself with a folding fan, followed and added unhurriedly:

"Have you ever heard of—'Heaven', Master Bu?"

"Heaven is all-knowing and all-powerful," the priest immediately replied, his voice growing even more earnest.

"Bringing the dead back to life and defying fate—these things seem absurd to ordinary people, but to 'Heaven,' they are nothing more than a matter of lifting a finger."

"Although your son is dead, if 'Heaven' is willing to intervene, bringing him back to life is not out of the question!"

"Heavens?" Long'er frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping coldly over the two priests. "What heavens?"

Huai Mie also raised his head, his gaze shifting from Bu Jingyun's back to the priest, without uttering a word.

The priest was about to speak further when the scribe gently stopped him with his folding fan and smiled:

"Who is 'Heaven'? You will know in time."

"If you are interested, Master Bu, you are welcome to come to Tianmen for a chat at any time."

Bu Jingyun finally stopped.

He slowly turned his head, his crimson eyes sweeping over the priest and scribe, his gaze icy and devoid of any warmth.

There was no anger, no curiosity in that glance, only a chilling indifference—like looking at two roadside stones.

"No need."

Two words, as light as a feather, as cold as ice.

Bu Jingyun turned back, hugged Bu Tian tightly, and suddenly exerted force with his feet—

His figure suddenly transformed into a breathtaking cloud, soaring into the sky like a thunderbolt, and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

In Bu Jingyun's eyes, all that talk of "heaven" and "omnipotence" was nothing but the nonsense of charlatans.

But he thought of someone—the miracle doctor.

If there is anyone in the world who can save Bu Tian, ​​it is only him.

At the summit, the priest and the scribe looked at each other in astonishment.

"This..." The priest opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He recruited countless masters for "Tian," and no one has ever failed to show even the slightest interest after hearing the name of "Tian."

The scholar closed his folding fan, his face darkening, and said coldly, "You don't know what's good for you."

Despite this, a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes—Bu Jingyun's departure just now had far exceeded his expectations.

Long'er watched Bu Jingyun leave in the distance, remained silent for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word.

Only Huai Mie remained kneeling amidst the rubble, his gaze fixed intently on the direction of the priests and scribes.

Is it an omnipotent "heaven"...?

He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Late at night, in Medicine Valley.

Nestled among mountains, in a secluded valley deep in the dense forest, several well-arranged wooden houses emit warm yellow light.

This is the hermitage of the legendary healer—Medicine Valley.

For an ordinary person to find this place, it would take three to five months to even begin to figure out how to get there.

But Bu Jingyun is no ordinary person.

At this moment, a series of alluring and ambiguous sounds were faintly heard through the window of the main house of Medicine Valley.

Inside, the candlelight flickered, and a short, stout old man with a shiny bald head was embracing a young woman, his face crinkled with wrinkles from smiling so much.

This is the world-renowned divine physician—his medical skills are divine, and his lust is unparalleled.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that if you want to see him for treatment, money won't work; you have to send a girl along.

"Hehehe, little beauty, your skin is absolutely flawless. In all my decades of medical practice, I've never seen anything more delicate than yours—"