I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Snap—!"

The golden blade shattered completely, turning into countless golden dust particles that dissipated in the mountain wind.

The edge of the cliff was shaved off by the aftershocks of the battle, and the rubble crashed into the abyss, its echoes only faintly heard after a long time.

Nie Feng pulled his legs back and stood up, his clothes covered in a little dust, but otherwise he was unharmed.

He looked at the astonished Huang Ying and said calmly:

"I told you, I don't need a knife to deal with you."

"Arrogant!!"

Huang Ying's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared in fury.

He had never been so looked down upon in his entire life—

How could he use his fleshy legs to directly confront his golden sword energy?

This is a complete trampling of his life's work with the sword!

"Since that's the case, then I'll show you the power of the Silence of Awakening!"

"Clang—!!!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, so shrill it was as if something was howling between heaven and earth, causing those who heard it to tremble with fear.

Startling silence, unsheathed!

The blade gleamed with a dark yellow light, and a murderous aura surged across its edge.

As soon as the blade was drawn, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and even the clouds seemed to be startled and scattered, revealing the bare cliff top.

"Seven Styles of Sword Intent - Chaotic Emotion Slash!"

Huang Ying, wielding swords in both hands, seemed to merge with Jing Ji, and unleashed a frenzied barrage of slashes into the void—

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Countless golden blade beams poured out like a torrential rain, each containing a chaotic and chilling blade intent—

The human heart has both knowledge and emotion; when it has emotion, its heart is in turmoil, and this turmoil is used to strike!

This move is unpredictable and irregular, chaotic and disorderly, yet deadly.

Where the blade's energy passed, the rocks on the cliff top were cut into pieces of varying sizes. The entire cliff looked as if it had been haphazardly scratched by a giant hand, with knife marks of varying depths everywhere.

The thick clouds overhead were torn open by the chaotic sword energy, creating a crack.

"Die!!"

Huang Ying roared angrily, and a sky full of blades covered Nie Feng, blocking all his escape routes.

Faced with this impenetrable net of blades, Nie Feng neither dodged nor evaded, his expression as calm as still water.

He slightly raised his right leg, seemingly slowly, but in reality, it was extremely fast. Facing the chaotic blades flying everywhere, he took a step forward!

"Wind God Leg - Wind Sweeps Away Buildings!"

A howling gale rose from the ground, transforming into a blue tornado that carried pebbles and sand, colliding head-on with the chaotic sword energy filling the sky!

The ground at the top of the cliff was turned upside down by the wind, and rocks within a radius of tens of feet were all swept into the wind and pulverized into powder.

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang shook the entire cliff.

The "Chaotic Emotion Slash," powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, was shattered into nothingness by Nie Feng's kick.

The golden rays, like sparks extinguished by the wind, exploded into ashes with a crackling sound, scattering across the ground.

The marks left by the chaotic sword energy on the cliff face are still there, but the sword energy itself has vanished completely.

Nie Feng pulled his legs back and stood still, looking down at Huang Ying, his tone calm yet incisive:

"When the mind is in turmoil, the sword will also be in turmoil."

"Your move looks fierce, but it's actually chaotic and disorderly. It's all just emotions slashing randomly, without any strategy or method."

Using something like this while wielding a divine weapon is a waste.

The cliff face beneath my feet was still scattering loose rocks, and the knife marks left by the chaotic attack were crisscrossing, some deeper than half a person's height, others shallow enough to reach above my ankles—

This is enough to prove that the power of this move is indeed terrifying.

But in front of Nie Feng, terror was just terror; it didn't even reach the level of "threat."

"you--!!"

Huang Ying was so angry that her face turned green.

It's bad enough that my Chaotic Emotion Slash was broken in one move, but to be taught a lesson about swordsmanship in front of everyone?

For someone who has been obsessed with the way of the sword all his life, this is worse than being killed.

"Shut up!!"

"Take this again—Ao Cang Sheng!!"

Huang Ying's hair stood on end in fury, and his sword intent suddenly changed.

No longer frenzied, but exuding an aloof and unparalleled domineering aura—with nothing in his heart, he looks down upon all living beings!

With a single slash, a hundred-foot-long golden light shot into the sky, pressing down on the entire cliff face, causing it to creak and groan. Layers of rock beneath their feet crumbled and fell into the abyss.

This strike carries the aura of an emperor looking down upon all living beings, intending to trample all things under his feet!

"proud?"

Looking at the overwhelming golden blade light, Nie Feng's lips curled slightly, revealing the first obvious expression since the start of the battle—contempt.

"You think you're worthy of me?"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Feng moved suddenly, advancing instead of retreating, transforming into a sharp leg shadow, and stomped down on the hundred-foot-long golden light!

"Wind God Leg - Swift and Decisive!!"

This kick, carrying the force of a storm, was even more arrogant, domineering, and overbearing than Huang Ying's pride.

It's as if it's telling Huang Ying—

Why are you acting so arrogant in front of me?

Your ceiling is nothing more than my floor.

"Snap—!!!"

A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

Huang Ying's proud "Proud of All Living Beings" sword aura was completely shattered by Nie Feng's kick.

Golden light scattered everywhere, like a dazzling fireworks display exploding in the sky above the cliff, and the aftershocks of the shattered blade energy sheared off an entire layer of the cliff face.

Nie Feng's kick continued with undiminished momentum, landing heavily on the Jingji Blade that Huang Ying had blocked!

"clang!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

Huang Ying felt an immense, earth-shattering force coming from the blade. His tiger's mouth split open, blood splattered, and his knees snapped open with a "crack," as he was forced to his knees by the force of the kick!

"puff--!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the rocks in front of him red.

Huang Ying knelt on one knee amidst the rubble, head bowed, his only vision the blood spurting from his mouth, dripping onto Jing Ji's blade.

He had knelt before his master in his life, but he had never knelt before anyone in battle.

At that moment, a martial artist from the Central Plains pinned him to the ground with just one leg.

What he found even more unbearable was—

The foot that was stepping on the Jingji Blade was as steady as if it were on flat ground, without the slightest tremor.

It was as if what was pressing down on him wasn't a person, but a mountain.

Nie Feng looked down at Huang Ying kneeling at his feet, his long hair fluttering in the mountain wind, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather:

"Your knife is too weak!"

It paused for a moment.

"If this is what you call the pinnacle of swordsmanship... I'm truly disappointed."

Huang Ying knelt in the pile of rubble, his mouth full of blood. When he heard the word "disappointment," his whole body trembled violently.

Disappointed!

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear, it was disappointment!!

It's like someone who has been waiting for a long time opening a gift box only to find it empty.

"disappointment?"

Huang Ying gave a bitter laugh and stood up unsteadily.

He gripped Jingji tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the once arrogant light in his eyes had now turned into an almost insane obsession.

"I am the greatest swordsman in Japan... How dare you insult my swordsmanship like this?!"

"I have one last move! My last resort, a move I'll risk my life for!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Ying's internal energy burned wildly, like a powder keg being ignited.

The eerie light emanating from the Jingji Blade surged several times over, transforming into a chilling golden radiance.

Chaos, sorrow, pride, infatuation, stillness, coldness, anger—

Seven extreme emotions intertwined and converged on the blade, clashing with each other like demons and ghosts, even stirring the air into a buzzing sound.

"Seven Styles of Sword Intent - Seven Shocking Changes!!!"

This is the pinnacle of the Imperial Shadow Blade Technique.

With all seven emotions unleashed and all thoughts focused on one point, a final, life-or-death strike is launched.

The moment the blade was drawn, the wind and clouds changed color.

The countless blades of energy transformed into seven colorful, raging dragons, intertwined and roaring as they surged toward the heavens.

Under this force, the rocks on the cliff top collapsed piece by piece and fell into the abyss, the thick clouds were torn into pieces, and a large area of ​​dazzling blood-red sunset was revealed in the sky.

The power of this strike far surpassed any of the previous moves—

Because this one strike contains Huang Ying's life.

Faced with this devastating blow that seemed to cleave the heavens, Nie Feng's expression finally showed a slight change.

But it was only a trace.

"There's some skill involved," Nie Feng sighed softly, his tone surprisingly carrying a hint of genuine approval.

"But that's all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Feng's figure vanished, as if he had melted into the wind.

next moment--

A fierce wind howled across the land, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods.

"The divine wind howls!!"

There are no moves or styles, only pure, extreme speed and power.

Nie Feng transformed into the eye of the storm, swirling the wind and clouds across the sky. Countless leg shadows emerged like angry dragons from the sea, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear everything apart, directly colliding with the seven raging dragons of sword energy!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Seven loud explosions, a series of rapid bursts!

Each explosion was accompanied by the shattering of a raging dragon of blade energy—

Chaos, broken;

Sorrow, shattered;

Pride, shattered;

My obsession has shattered.

Silence, shattered;

Cold, shattered;

Anger shattered.

Seven emotions, seven lives, seven chapters of life—all shattered beneath Nie Feng's legs.

The cliff collapsed section by section during the series of explosions, with debris raining down into the abyss, the roaring sound lasting for a long time.

The seven raging dragons, symbolizing the pinnacle of the Emperor's Shadow Blade Dao, were like paper in front of Nie Feng's leg shadow.

The final leg shadow, heavy as Mount Tai, crashed down onto the Jingji Blade!

"clang--!!!"

Jingji let out a mournful cry, flew out of his hand, spun around, and disappeared into the distant rock wall, embedding itself three-tenths of an inch into the stone.

Huang Ying was struck as if by lightning. Blood gushed from his mouth, nose, and ears at the same time. He was sent flying backward by the aftershock of the last kick, crashing heavily into the rubble on the cliff top and raising a cloud of dust.

This time, he could no longer stand up.

We lost!

Utter defeat!!

Huang Ying lay sprawled on the pile of rubble, his limbs limp and his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

Blood was still gushing from his mouth, but he could no longer feel the pain.

Or rather, the physical pain is far less than the emotional pain.

Nie Feng floated down from the sky and stood in front of him.

With her last ounce of strength, Huang Ying raised her head and stared at the man before her who hadn't used a knife at all, her voice broken and almost inaudible:

"Why...why..."

"You clearly know the Snow Drinking Blade Technique... and the Demon Blade..."

"Why...why wouldn't you use a knife to win against me from beginning to end?!"

This is the biggest knot in his heart.

He would accept defeat if he lost by the sword.

He was willing to die a worthy death, having lost to a stronger blade.

But he lost because of his legs—

For a swordsman who values ​​his sword above all else, this is worse than death.

This means that the opponent didn't take his swordsmanship seriously at all, and there was no need for him to even draw his sword.

Nie Feng looked down at him, his long hair blowing in the mountain wind, revealing a pair of deep, abyss-like eyes.

There was a few moments of silence.

Then he spoke.

The voice was calm, as if stating a fact:

"Because you don't deserve it."