I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The martial arts practitioners who had gathered around to watch the spectacle quickly retreated and began whispering amongst themselves.

"A descendant of the Heroic Prince's Mansion? This is a deep-seated feud..."

"Back then, Bu Jingyun massacred the Prince of Heroes' Mansion; his methods were indeed ruthless, taking over three hundred lives..."

"Given the situation today, it seems unlikely to end well."

Although Bu Tian did not know his father's past, he felt the murderous intent surging from all directions like a tide, and his face turned slightly pale.

But he did not back down. Instead, he stepped forward and stood in front of his father, his little fists clenched tightly. He subconsciously imitated his father and straightened his body.

Bu Jingyun glanced down at his son.

He grabbed Bu Tian's shoulder and pulled him behind him.

A large hand gently patted the little guy's thin shoulder; the force was light, but very steady.

Facing hundreds of avengers and overwhelming hatred, Bu Jingyun remained as cold and unmoved as a mountain, not even lifting an eyelid.

He coldly scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on the memorial tablet in Lü Zheng's hand, and uttered four words indifferently:

"Bring it on."

These four simple words exude an arrogant and domineering air that regards all heroes of the world as worthless, which is chilling.

Upon hearing this, Lü Zheng was consumed by rage and roared to the sky:

"Good! What a 'Death God who doesn't cry'! Even on the verge of death, he still dares to be so arrogant!"

"All righteous warriors, heed my command!"

"kill!"

"Let Bu Jingyun and his son pay for their blood debt!"

"Kill them—!"

Hundreds of people roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

The flashing swords and shadows, like a violent storm, poured down upon Bu Jingyun and his son.

Bu Jingyun remained unmoved, like an ancient rock.

Until the cold glint of countless weapons loomed close, at the critical moment, they finally moved.

He raised one palm slightly, seemingly slowly but actually swiftly.

Within his palm, the unique energy of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm surged forth, ever-changing like clouds in the sky, gathering and dispersing unpredictably, making it difficult to discern its reality from its illusion.

"boom--!"

A tremendous force of palm strike, centered on Bu Jingyun, suddenly swept outwards!

This palm strike, both soft and strong, was continuous and relentless, like a churning sea of ​​clouds, instantly engulfing hundreds of orphans from the Heroic Prince's Mansion.

"ah--!"

Screams rose and fell, forming a continuous chorus.

Hundreds of figures flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily several feet away.

Dust flew everywhere, and cries of anguish filled the air.

Strangely, none of the hundreds of people died after landing, and none even coughed up blood.

Everyone felt a numbness in their major acupoints and collapsed to the ground, unable to move, as if all their strength had been sealed by the palm wind.

"Sealing the meridians and acupoints of hundreds of people with a single palm strike?!"

The martial arts heroes watching from afar were dumbfounded.

"What terrifying internal energy cultivation! To have mastered the Cloud-Dispelling Palm to this level?!"

"He didn't kill him... Is this still the same Bu Jingyun who killed without hesitation back then?"

"Wait!" Someone in the crowd suddenly slapped their thigh.

"No wonder he looked familiar! Isn't that the guy who sat next to me in the tavern just now?! Damn it, I was only two feet away from a killing machine?!"

The companion next to him felt the lingering fear of escaping death, and his face turned green.

In the arena, only one person stood alone.

Lu Zheng stared blankly at his companions groaning on the ground, then looked at Bu Jingyun, who was unharmed and indifferent as ever, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

"Why...why..."

His hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

A revenge plan painstakingly crafted over a decade was reduced to a joke in the blink of an eye.

The difference between him and this god of death was like heaven and earth.

revenge?

That's just wishful thinking.

"ah--!"

Utter despair transformed into a frenzied roar.

With bloodshot eyes, Lü Zheng recklessly raised his longsword, unleashing all his life's energy, and thrust it towards Bu Jingyun—

"Bu Jingyun! Prepare to die!"

This sword strike was chaotic and disorganized, and even an ordinary swordsman could easily dodge it.

However, Bu Jingyun did not dodge.

He stood there like a towering, solitary peak, silently enduring the thrust of the longsword.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the deathly silent wilderness.

The longsword pierced through Bu Jingyun's left shoulder, and bright red blood immediately trickled down.

Lü Zheng was stunned.

He loosened his grip on the sword hilt, staggered backward, and stared in disbelief at the scene before him—

"Why...why didn't you dodge?!"

Bu Jingyun remained expressionless, as if the sword had not pierced his own flesh and blood.

He slowly raised his right hand and grasped the still trembling sword.

"collapse!"

With a crisp sound, the steel longsword was shattered by bare hands.

"Father!" Bu Tian's eyes were bloodshot as he rushed forward, staring intently at Lü Zheng, his little fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"You dare hurt my dad! I'll fight you to the death!"

Bu Jingyun's left shoulder was still bleeding, but he didn't even frown.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it lightly on Bu Tian's head, pinning the hot-tempered boy down.

"Walk."

One word, no room for argument.

Bu Tian gritted his teeth and glared hatefully at Lü Zheng, but in the end, he did not break free from his father's hand.

Bu Jingyun casually tossed aside the broken sword, not even glancing at the wound, grabbed Qi Tian, ​​and strode towards the edge of the forest.

After walking a dozen steps, Bu Tian grabbed his father's sleeve and said in a muffled voice:

"Father, let me bandage the sword wound on your shoulder for you."

Bu Jingyun neither stopped nor turned around: "No need."

Bu Tian pursed his lips and remained silent, but he never let go of his father's sleeve, gripping it tightly until his knuckles turned white.

The setting sun was like blood, and the figures of the father and son gradually disappeared into the wilderness, appearing particularly desolate.

Only Lü Zheng remained, standing there blankly, watching the departing figures of the father and son, lost in thought for a long time.

The wind rises, swirling up countless yellow leaves, seemingly carrying away the grudges and feuds that have lasted for more than a decade.

As the sun set, it dyed half the sky red.

On a desolate, lonely slope, a fierce wind howled, whipping up clouds of yellow sand.

Bu Jingyun and Bu Tian sat side by side on the hilltop, gazing at the horizon.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on Bu Jingyun's cold and stern face, gilding it with a faint golden-red hue.

Although the sword wound on his left shoulder had stopped bleeding, the congealed bloodstains were still a shocking sight in the wind.

Bu Tian sat with his knees drawn up to his sides, turning his head to look at his father beside him.

From the time he was old enough to understand, his father was an omnipotent figure in his heart.

But today, my father willingly took this sword.

His gaze kept drifting towards his father's left shoulder, and he opened his mouth several times before closing it again.

After a long silence, Bu Tian finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been weighing on his mind: "Father, what exactly happened at the Prince of Xia's Mansion?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun's deep eyes flickered slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of twilight, returning to more than ten years ago.

After a long while, Bu Jingyun slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice low and hoarse: "That was the thing Father did more than ten years ago... the thing he regretted the most."

He paused, as if considering his words or restraining himself, and finally spoke in a very calm tone, one sentence at a time.

"Back then, someone very important to my father died. He didn't want her body to rot, so he went to the Hero King's Mansion to steal the Ice Soul."

"Anyone who gets in my way... I killed them all."

Bu Jingyun spoke softly, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but the fists clenched on his knees tightened slightly.

"Hundreds of lives lost."

He paused for a long time, so long that Bu Tian thought he wouldn't say anything more.

"They are all innocent."

Bu Jingyun stopped there and did not continue.

Bu Tian was startled.

He had never seen his father show such an expression—not anger, not indifference, but a deep-seated guilt.

His gaze fell on the sword wound on his father's shoulder, and he suddenly understood something, whispering:

"So, Father deliberately didn't dodge that sword strike just now?"

Bu Jingyun did not answer, but simply gazed into the distance, letting the evening breeze tousle his hair.

Silence is an admission.

Bu Tian didn't say anything more, but just sat silently beside his father, watching the last rays of the setting sun slowly sink into the sky.

Blood for blood, wounds for redemption.

This is Bu Jingyun's Dao, the Dao of not weeping for death.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious pigeon whistle was heard, and a snow-white carrier pigeon flew through the air, circled twice, and landed steadily on Bu Jingyun's shoulder.

Bu Jingyun took the secret letter from the bamboo tube, unfolded it, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

The letter was sent by the Dragon King of the Seven Seas; the handwriting was messy and conveyed a sense of urgency, as if his life was hanging by a thread.

"Walk."

Bu Jingyun spoke succinctly, casually shredded the letter, and turned to leave with Bu Tian.

Bu Tian quickly followed, not missing a single step.

He noticed that his father's pace was much faster than usual—

Father rarely travels like this; the contents of this letter must be something important.

The father and son traveled through the night and arrived at the coast of the East China Sea at dawn, where they hired a fishing boat to go out to sea.

The headquarters of the Giant Whale Gang is located overseas.

When the ferry docked, several members of the Giant Whale Gang were already waiting on the pier, their expressions anxious and grief-stricken.

Upon seeing Bu Jingyun, the leader immediately knelt down, tears streaming down his face.

"Master Bu! You've finally arrived! Our leader... I'm afraid he won't make it through the night!"

"Lead the way," Bu Jingyun said in a deep voice.

The disciple scrambled to his feet and led the father and son across the mountain path, heading straight for the gang leader's residence.

Bu Jingyun strode into the inner hall.

The once mighty Dragon King of the Seven Seas was now lying on a sickbed, his face ashen and his breath barely a whisper.

The most shocking thing was the deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his chest.

The wound was raw and torn, and although medicine had been applied, a domineering and incomparable aura of the blade still lingered there, refusing to dissipate and constantly eroding his life force.

Bu Jingyun bent down to examine the knife wound closely, his fingers probing in the air to sense the lingering sword energy.

His pupils contracted slightly—this blade aura was violent and domineering, every strand containing a world-destroying killing intent.

More than a decade ago, the Seven Seas Dragon King was already a top-tier expert of the Innate Realm, and now his cultivation has reached the Grandmaster Realm.

Looking across the martial arts world, there are very few who could have injured him to this extent.

"Bu... Bu Jingyun..."

Upon seeing Bu Jingyun arrive, the Seven Seas Dragon King's cloudy old eyes finally brightened. He struggled to sit up, but Bu Jingyun pressed him down with one hand.

His gaze passed over Bu Jingyun's shoulder and landed on the boy behind him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"This... this young hero is...?"

"Bu Tian, ​​my son," Bu Jingyun introduced calmly.

The Seven Seas Dragon King's cracked lips twitched into a bitter smile:

"So it's your son... Like father, like son... He's quite the handsome young man!"