I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Zheng—"

A domineering sword intent that had been dormant for over a decade suddenly erupted from his palm and poured into the blade!

The temperature inside the blacksmith's shop plummeted, and the dozens of swords hanging on the wall emitted a buzzing vibration.

Then--

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

The steel longsword could not withstand this domineering and unparalleled sword intent. Starting from the tip, it shattered inch by inch, turning into iron filings that fell to the ground with a clatter.

All that's left in my hand is a bald handle.

Nie Renwang casually tossed aside the hilt of his sword and slowly straightened his spine.

In that instant, the street artisan who had been hunched over forging metal vanished completely.

Instead, a raging lion, which had been dormant for over a decade, has suddenly awakened.

"Ordinary iron and common materials can never withstand the power of my blade." His voice was deep and resonant, each word like a hammer striking an anvil.

"Though Xueyin is no longer here, I still have a knife in my heart."

Looking at the broken iron scattered on the ground and the old blacksmith in front of him who was completely different from before, Huang Ying's eyes gleamed several times over, and a hint of undisguised ecstasy appeared on his lips.

"What a fine 'a knife in one's heart'!" He laughed, his laughter filled with the excitement of encountering a formidable opponent.

"Even without a sword, you are still a formidable opponent!"

Two terrifying sword intents collided violently in this small space.

Although no move was made, the invisible sharpness had already made all the ironware in the shop tremble, and the iron filings on the ground were swirling around in circles by the two energies.

The young apprentice was so frightened that he collapsed in the corner, his mouth agape and his face as white as a sheet.

He had worked at the blacksmith shop for three years, always thinking his master was just an eccentric blacksmith. Only today did he realize—his master was actually a peerless swordsman!

"It's too small here, we can't really play properly."

With a deep shout, Nie Renwang leaped into the air, bursting through the roof and landing steadily on the ridge of the blacksmith's shop.

The young apprentice lay on the ground, clutching his head, his face contorted in a mournful expression.

"My goodness... Master, if you trample a hole in the roof, who's going to fix it...?"

Huang Ying's figure swayed slightly, and he swept to the opposite eaves like a ghost, his clothes fluttering, facing Nie Renwang from afar.

The setting sun, like blood, illuminated two peerless figures.

The people on the street below looked up at the two people facing off on the rooftop. They were confused but instinctively felt a chill seep into their bones and quickly dragged their children into their houses.

A steamed bun vendor ran away before he could even pack up his steamer.

The tavern owner next door peeked out from behind the door, muttering to himself as he looked around:

"Master Nie... isn't he a blacksmith? Why is he on the roof?"

"Take this!" Nie Renwang stopped wasting words and unleashed his true energy, which had been dormant for more than a decade, like a flood bursting its banks.

"drink!!"

With a deafening roar, a bronze-colored, tangible blade of energy burst forth from his palm!

The blade energy surged with the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive bronze blade ten zhang long, stretching across the sky!

The aura of the blade was chilling and ancient, and the surrounding roof tiles cracked and shattered under its force, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the ground of the entire street.

Bronze Blade Qi - The Second Realm of Blade Dao!

Nie Renwang sat in Lingyun Cave for more than ten years, diligently cultivating the way of the sword, and finally crossed this threshold.

In the entire Central Plains martial arts world, this is already a top-tier master.

"Oh?" Huang Ying raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"They've actually reached the Bronze Realm? That's remarkable."

He paused for a moment.

"But it's only rare."

"A chilling glance!!" Nie Renwang brandished a ten-zhang-long bronze giant blade and brought it down on his head!

This strike was powerful and heavy, carrying with it the extreme cold energy of the Six Secrets of Frost, which freezes all things.

Before the knife even fell, the roof tiles on both sides were already covered with a thick layer of white frost, and even the air was frozen with visible ice crystals.

Faced with this earth-shattering strike, Huang Ying neither dodged nor evaded, bearing the weight of shock and silence, and simply stood there in place.

An invisible stream of true energy rippled outwards from Huang Ying, spreading out like waves.

"boom--!!!"

The moment the extremely cold blade energy collided with this layer of true energy, it shattered inch by inch, like glass hitting an iron wall!

Ice crystals scattered everywhere, reflecting a dazzling light under the setting sun. The frost on the roof was swept away by the shockwave, and half of the roof ridges on both sides collapsed.

Huang Ying remained standing in the same spot, her clothes not even moving.

"What?!"

Nie Renwang's pupils dilated violently, his face filled with horror—

He shattered the Six Secrets of Aohan with just his internal force?

How could such a thing be possible?!

Seeing Nie Renwang's shocked expression, Huang Ying's eyes showed not pride, but rather a hint of regret:

"Your swordsmanship is impressive, powerful, fierce, and domineering."

"It's a pity that the sword energy only reached the Bronze level, and it can't support such a domineering move."

"It's like trying to put boiling oil in a copper bowl—the bowl will break first."

Nie Renwang gritted his teeth and remained silent.

It wasn't that he couldn't listen; it was that he didn't want to admit that what the other person said made sense at this time.

"If you had a peerless sword, this strike might make me take it seriously."

Huang Ying calmly added a sentence, which was not sarcastic, but rather like a senior commenting on a junior's homework.

But for Nie Renwang, this was even more grating than mockery.

"I don't believe you! Let's try again!!"

Nie Renwang roared, his meridians surging, unleashing all his inner strength. The bronze sword energy instantly boiled and surged, its color becoming even deeper and richer.

"The Way of the Sword - Reincarnation!!!"

This is the strongest killing move he created after sitting in the Lingyun Cave for more than ten years, observing the changes of the world and comprehending life, death, prosperity and decline.

With a single slash, the blade's energy swirled and lingered, seemingly possessing the power of reincarnation, ready to engulf everything before it into endless nothingness!

Where the blade's energy passed, sections of the roof collapsed beneath their feet, and broken tiles and stones were swept into the energy and pulverized.

"It's acceptable."

Huang Ying looked at the sweeping Reincarnation Blade Qi and finally slowly raised his right hand.

His expression was more serious than before—this move was indeed much better than the fleeting glance he had just given, at least it made him willing to raise his hand.

"It's a pity—even a grain of rice can shine brightly."

"Today, I will show you what the true pinnacle of swordsmanship is."

Before the words were finished—

"Buzz—"

A dazzling golden light shot into the sky from Huang Ying's body!

The light was so intense that it overshadowed the setting sun on the horizon, turning the entire Niejia Village into a golden hue.

The stone slabs on the ground shattered under the pressure of this blade-like intent, and the wooden beams of the houses on both sides creaked and groaned as if they were about to fall apart at any moment.

Golden Blade Qi!

The ultimate realm of swordsmanship!

Faced with this magnificent golden sword aura, which was as awe-inspiring as the heavens, Nie Renwang's proud bronze sword aura trembled, wailed, and cowered instinctively, just like a subject before a king.

This isn't a difference in strength, but an absolute suppression in terms of realm—

Just as copper can never be more valuable than gold.

Huang Ying remained indifferent, pointing his fingers like knives and casually waving them.

A golden line pierced the void.

There were no fancy moves, no earth-shattering fanfare.

With just a gentle wave.

Then--

The seemingly invincible "Sword Path Reincarnation" crumbled instantly before this golden thread, like rotten wood meeting a raging fire!

The Reincarnation Blade Qi, along with the rubble and tiles it swept up, blasted into dust. The golden aftershocks of the blade's intent carved a deep trench several feet deep into the entire street.

"puff--!"

It radiates golden light.

Nie Renwang felt an irresistible force slamming into him from the front. His protective aura was torn apart like paper, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the long street.

His body smashed a deep, human-shaped crater into the stone slab, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

His legs went weak, he knelt on one knee, and gushed blood, which splattered all over the ground.

one move!

Just one move!!

Nie Renwang knelt amidst the rubble, his chest heaving violently, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

He tried to stand up, supporting himself on the ground, but his arms were trembling—not because of pain, but because he finally realized that the distance between himself and the person in front of him was much greater than he had imagined.

He thought he was no longer the same as before, and that the Bronze Blade Qi was enough for him to stand at the top of the martial arts world again.

The results of it?

It shattered with a wave of the hand, without even needing to make a serious cut.

Is this the difference between bronze and gold?

Huang Ying slowly floated down from the rooftop and stood in front of Nie Renwang.

The two were very close, so close that Nie Renwang could see that there was no smugness or contempt in Huang Ying's eyes—only a cold, almost pious solemnity.

"You are a good swordsman." Huang Ying looked at him quietly, his tone surprisingly carrying a hint of genuine respect.

"Your swordsmanship is profound and seasoned, but it has clearly been neglected for too long."

Nie Renwang raised his head, his mouth full of blood, but a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips:

"A good swordsman? A good swordsman wouldn't lose so easily."

"Victory or defeat isn't about techniques, it's about skill level." Huang Ying shook his head.

"Your blade's core is fine, it's just one step short, what a pity..."

His tone suddenly turned cold, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

"If you lose, you die."

There are no exceptions in the Royal Shadow's creed.

The winner takes all, the loser eats the dust.

You can be a good swordsman, a worthy opponent, but if you lose, there is only death ahead.

Golden light condensed again at his fingertips, forming an even more ferocious golden blade of energy that aimed straight for Nie Renwang's throat!

"call--"

A gentle breeze suddenly blew in from the horizon.

The wind seemed gentle, like an ordinary mountain breeze in spring, but when it swept past the golden sword energy condensed by the Emperor's shadow—

The blade's sharpness, capable of slicing through gold and jade, vanished silently, like dust blown away by a gentle breeze.

That's how it ended.

"Huh?" Huang Ying's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked up abruptly.

"In a friendly spar, the point should be reached but not lost; why take someone's life?"

A gentle voice came from above, calm and unhurried, as if chatting with an old friend.

A person stood with his hands behind his back, his feet treading on the void, riding the wind.

Her long hair danced in the wind, her clothes fluttered in the breeze, and she exuded an indescribable and ethereal aura.

He was suspended in mid-air, as if standing on an invisible ground, so natural that it seemed as if he was born to walk in the sky.

Almost at the same moment, as Nie Feng arrived on the wind, Dugu Meng and Nie Qing also rushed from the end of the long street and landed beside Nie Renwang in an instant.