I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Enough talk." Bu Jingyun pressed down on the Dragon King's shoulder, his voice cold and direct, getting straight to the point: "Who did it?"

A deep-seated fear flashed in the eyes of the Seven Seas Dragon King, as if he had recalled something extremely terrifying, and he said in a trembling voice:

"A few days ago... a ship intruded into the waters of our Giant Whale Gang..."

"I sensed something unusual about the ship, so I used my lightness skill to board and investigate."

When we got to the deck, it was completely empty.

"But inside the cabin... there was a suffocating atmosphere. Overbearing, domineering, and utterly self-important!"

"I was just about to ask a question when a flash of light suddenly appeared from inside the cabin!"

"That strike... was too fast, too powerful!"

"For a moment, I felt... as if I were facing my master again!"

"The same suffocating sense of oppression...it's practically identical!"

"I exhausted all my life's strength, unleashing the 'Dragon Soaring to the Nine Heavens' technique to defend myself, but... I couldn't withstand a single blow! My protective aura shattered instantly, and I was sent flying into the sea!"

"If it weren't for my excellent swimming skills, allowing me to escape into the deep sea, I'm afraid... cough cough..."

The Seven Seas Dragon King coughed violently, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and said in grief and indignation:

"My poor brothers on that ship... were all slaughtered by the mysterious swordsman, not a single one survived!"

Bu Tian stood to the side, and upon hearing the words "not a single one survived," his fists clenched involuntarily.

At this point, the Seven Seas Dragon King suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his aura suddenly weakened.

He gripped Bu Jingyun's wrist tightly, as if in a final burst of energy, his eyes bloodshot:

"Bu Jingyun...remember...be careful..."

"This person's martial arts are unfathomable... and his sword aura is extremely domineering... He's up to no good... What I fear is that he... is after my master..."

"Quickly...quickly go and inform the master..."

Before he could finish speaking, his cloudy old eyes lost their last bit of light, and the five fingers that were gripping Bu Jingyun's wrist loosened one by one, his arm falling limply to the ground.

A legendary sea tyrant has fallen.

Bu Jingyun silently looked at the old man's face. After a long while, he slowly reached out and gently wiped away the old man's unclosed eyes.

Bu Tian stood behind him, his lips pressed tightly into a line.

Although he had been through thick and thin in the martial arts world and had even died once, seeing a world-renowned master die so tragically still felt like a stone was lodged in his chest.

He subconsciously took a small step forward, wanting to reach out and tug at his father's clothes, but then lowered his hand halfway up.

"Boss—!"

In an instant, a dark mass of people knelt down outside, countless Giant Whale Gang disciples weeping uncontrollably.

Bu Jingyun pulled a white cloth from the bedside and covered the Seven Seas Dragon King with it. He stood up and said calmly to the disciples kneeling on the ground:

"Take good care of the funeral arrangements."

When the words "afterlife" were mentioned, Bu Tian noticed that his father's voice deepened slightly.

A man who appeared to be in charge crawled forward two steps on his knees, his face streaked with tears, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Bu... the gang leader is gone... what will become of our Giant Whale Gang?"

Bu Jingyun did not answer immediately.

He lowered his gaze to the cold white sheet, remained silent for several breaths, and then spoke:

"That person came by sea and shouldn't be returning anytime soon."

"Add more patrol boats to patrol the sea for a hundred miles, and report immediately if there is any disturbance."

The steward kowtowed repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! Master Bu, you command me!"

Bu Jingyun turned and walked outside.

As he passed by Bu Tian, ​​he neither stopped nor said much, but simply pressed Bu Tian's shoulder heavily with his large, powerful hand.

Bu Tian felt a lump in his throat and quickly lowered his head, following behind his father.

After walking quite a distance, Bu Tian finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Father, are you very familiar with the Seven Seas Dragon King?"

Bu Jingyun's voice was extremely deep: "He has followed your master for many years and is a loyal and righteous person."

Bu Tian noticed that on the back of his father's clenched fist, the veins were faintly visible and remained unsettled for a long time.

At the summit of Tianshan, beyond the heavens.

On the rooftop of the celestial palace, shrouded in mist, a figure sat cross-legged in mid-air, resembling a deity.

He is none other than Duan Lang, the unsung mastermind behind the scenes in the martial arts world.

A red light flickered around him, as if fire-breathing scales were roaring, and his aura was extremely deep. He was actually levitating in the void by relying on his powerful internal energy.

At this moment, he was completely focused on sensing the power of heaven and earth, trying to break through to the legendary "celestial being" realm.

"Owner."

A fragrant breeze wafted by, and a woman with a graceful figure and a cold, beautiful face silently swept onto the rooftop, kneeling on one knee—

It was Leng Yan, Duan Lang's personal swordswoman.

Her gaze swept over the untouched bottle of strong liquor on the roof tile, her eyes darkening for a moment before regaining their respectful, icy expression.

"An urgent report has arrived from the young master of Dongying Juetian."

Duan Lang closed his eyes slightly, did not get up, and simply said, "Speak."

Leng Yanzhu's lips parted slightly, her voice clear and cold as a spring:

"Young Master Jue Tian claims that the number one swordsman of Japan, 'Huang Ying,' has crossed the sea and entered the Central Plains."

"This person's swordsmanship is divine, and his strength is unfathomable. The young master specifically instructed the master to be extremely careful."

"Royal Shadow?"

A disdainful smile curled at the corner of Duan Lang's lips as he slowly opened his eyes. A flash of brilliance appeared in his eyes, revealing an arrogance that regarded all heroes of the world as worthless weeds.

"These mere Japanese swordsmen are nothing to mention."

The moment he opened his eyes, Leng Yan felt an invisible pressure like a mountain pressing down on her, and she even had trouble breathing for a moment.

Even after following Duan Lang for so long, every time she looked directly into her master's eyes, she would still feel a chilling awe from the bottom of her heart.

Duan Langman waved his hand casually: "Go down."

Leng Yan did not leave, but hesitated slightly before saying, "Master, there is one more thing."

"speak."

"Recently, a mysterious force called 'Tianmen' has suddenly emerged in the martial arts world."

"Their leader is elusive and calls himself 'Heaven'."

"As for further information, I have not been able to find out at the moment."

"sky?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's previously nonchalant face finally revealed a hint of surprise.

He slowly stood up, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the depths of the sky, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Who on earth is this person who dares to call himself 'Heaven'?"

"However—" he changed the subject, saying proudly,

"Let him call himself Heaven, but we are 'Heavens beyond Heaven'."

There are heavens beyond heavens, and I consider myself higher than the heavens.

"But the origin of this 'Heavenly Gate' is mysterious... Perhaps Jiang Chen knows something about it."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Lang's figure vanished into thin air, leaving only his arrogant words echoing in the wind.

Leng Yan stared blankly in the direction where Duan Lang had disappeared, and a hint of fanatical and suppressed infatuation gradually rose in her originally cold eyes.

After a while, she slowly walked to the roof ridge and carefully hugged the jar of strong liquor that had been sitting for a whole day.

Although the owner didn't drink a drop of the wine, it sat beside him for a whole day.

She lowered her head, gently pressed her cold cheek against the rough mud seal, and greedily inhaled a deep breath.

To her, this cold, hard jar had already acquired the domineering, scalding aura that belonged exclusively to its owner.

Anything that's near its owner will have its owner's scent.

The back mountain, the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

In stark contrast to the solemnity and majesty of the front mountain, this place is filled with birdsong, fragrant flowers, and the sound of flowing springs, like a pure land carved out of a chaotic world.

Laughter and cheerful voices filled the air on the flat grass.

Jiang Chen, dressed in snow-white robes with his sleeves rolled up high, showed no airs of a peerless master as he stood on the grassy area behind the mountain—playing football.

That's right, playing football.

However, this ball was not an ordinary football, but a solid iron ball forged from refined steel by Jiang Chen's men, with a layer of cowhide on the outside for slip resistance, weighing several hundred kilograms.

Ordinary people wouldn't even be able to move it, let alone kick it.

But for the monsters present, it was just right.

At this moment, the grassy area behind the mountain has been specially developed into an extremely spacious and flat standard football field, with two huge logs, each requiring two people to hug, standing at each end as goalposts.

But there were no goalkeepers—neither side had any.

The reason is simple: no one dares to take the call.

Every shot these guys take is like a mini-disaster; the iron ball comes flying with a visible burst of energy and flame.

In the first round, Jiang Chen had arranged for a maid to guard the goal, but You Ruo's first shot directly broke the goalpost, and the iron ball flew past the maid's head.

It should be noted that the maids of the Supreme Elders' Pavilion all practiced the martial arts that Jiang Chen had casually bestowed upon them.

They are all capable in both literary and martial arts, and each of them is a martial arts master who can govern a region.

Even so, in front of these powerful masters, they still couldn't even get close to the line.

This female expert, who was usually so skilled in martial arts, was so frightened by this seemingly catastrophic kick that she burst into tears. Her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, refusing to stand in front of the door again.

So the rules were changed—there was no goalkeeper, and a goal was scored if the ball went between the goalposts.

The team assignments were extremely absurd.

On one side is Jiang Chen.

On the other side were: Second Dream, Youruo, Jiang Qingge, Jiang Yi, Jiang Yao, plus six maids to make up the numbers.

One against eleven.

However, the score was 8 to 0.

Jiang Chen's team is in the lead.

"This is absolutely unfair!!" You Ruo was so angry her red hair almost stood on end. She stood in the middle of the field, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Jiang Chen.

"Husband, with your cultivation level, you could practically tear a hole in the sky, yet you come here to deal with us? This is clearly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, a dimensional attack, isn't it?!"

Jiang Chen stood with one foot on the football, smiling nonchalantly.

"This isn't something we can blame. Playing football is about having a good overall view and using tactics. Ultimately, it's simply because you guys are too bad."

"Who's bad?!" You Ruo was unconvinced and turned to look at her teammates, trying to find support.

however--

Jiang Yi was squatting on the sidelines, looking at the third terrifying pit, half a meter deep, that he had dug out beneath his feet with a look of utter despair.

Just now, he used his Ancient Sacred Body to block Jiang Chen's shot, but he didn't stop the ball. The entire turf and soil were trampled and collapsed.

Jiang Yao fared even worse.

She tried to use the power of wind and thunder to forcefully block the iron ball that was being shot at the goal, but Jiang Chen's overwhelming and terrifying force sent her and the ball flying backwards, crashing into the cliff in the distance behind the mountain.

The bottomless, impossible-to-recognize human-shaped mark can still be seen on the cliff.

—Of course, there are eight spherical branding marks like those right next to the human-shaped pits on the cliff face.