I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Duan Lang sneered and thrust his chest forward.

"boom--!"

An extremely terrifying and domineering scorching true energy erupted from Duan Lang's body like a tidal wave!

This surge of true energy not only instantly shattered the surrounding poisonous mist, but also forced out all the myriad poisonous true energy that had been injected into his body, transforming it into a violent, crimson wave that slammed into Tang Sen's chest!

"Whoa—!"

Tang Sen was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying more than ten feet away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the stone slab.

The scorching true energy that rebounded not only broke several of his ribs, but more importantly, it also forced the poison gas he had expelled back into his own heart meridian!

The leader of the Five Poisons Sect was severely injured in the heart meridian by his own poison.

Tang Sen's face turned ashen, and he spat out three large mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He knew all too well how terrible the consequences of his "ten thousand poisons transforming his bones" flowing back into his heart meridian would be, so he had no intention of fighting desperately at all.

In a panic, he desperately pressed several major acupoints on his chest, screamed, sat down cross-legged, and used his internal energy to suppress the rampant poison and the scorching true energy that Duan Lang had injected into his body.

"I...I admit defeat..."

Tang Sen convulsed, his head covered in cold sweat, and he forced out those words through gritted teeth.

He knew that if he dared to say another word or recklessly use his inner energy, his heart meridian would be completely corroded by the poisonous gas and turned into a pool of pus.

Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his arrogant gaze sweeping across the entire arena, and he raised his voice in a sharp shout:

"Who else?!"

The hundreds of masters from various sects at the summit of Mount Tai remained silent.

Even grandmasters with the strength of Yi Dao and the Five Poisons Sect Master were crushed like dogs, so which sect below would dare to provoke them?

"Since they're all a bunch of cowards," Duan Lang laughed wildly, turning around and stepping on the edge of the crimson-gold dragon throne symbolizing the position of alliance leader.

"Then I'm officially taking the title of leader of the martial arts world today!"

The extremely arrogant roar echoed on the mountaintop, making the leaders of the various sects turn ashen-faced, yet none dared to move.

Finally, amidst the humiliating silence, an extremely arrogant voice rose from the ground.

"You arrogant brat! Today, I'll use this three-foot-long sword in my hand to see what your skills are like!"

With a sword cry, a white figure, graceful as a startled swan, emerged from the crowd thirty feet away and landed lightly in the center of the square.

The newcomer had a handsome face, dressed in spotless white robes, and his eyes were as cold as thousand-year-old ice.

It was Bloodblade, the leader of the Cold Sword Sect.

He rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, which remained sheathed, and raised his chin slightly, displaying the arrogant demeanor of a top-tier swordsman.

"Draw your sword." Bloodblade's tone was chilling.

"My sword, once drawn, will surely draw blood."

"I'll give you a chance to strike first, so others won't say I'm bullying the weak."

The disciples of the Cold Sword Sect all stood up, their faces filled with fanatical arrogance—

"The sect leader is about to make a move! This is true mastery!"

"Of course! The sect leader's 'Cold Moon Shadow Sword' has already reached a state of perfection. No matter how profound Duan Lang's internal energy is, it is still no match for the sect leader's peerless swordsmanship, which can even cleave through a light drizzle with a single strike!"

Bloodblade stood with his hands behind his back, listening to his disciples' boasting, a smug smirk playing on his lips, thoroughly enjoying the moment of showing off in front of everyone.

However, Duan Lang had no intention of being polite at all.

"The sun breaks through the darkness!!"

He roared and pointed his fingers into a sword shape, then pointed out fiercely in mid-air!

The moment the sword energy burst forth from the finger, it was dazzlingly bright!

Like the first rays of dawn piercing through the boundless night, the dazzling sword light was like a tangible needle, instantly causing everyone present to gasp and close their eyes. Even Blood Blade's eyes were stung by this domineering light, causing him to lose his mind!

One second he was enjoying the praise from Blood Blade, the next his heart felt like it had been gripped by death, and the hair on his body stood on end!

A powerful instinct is screaming an alarm—I'm going to die!

If you can't catch it, you'll definitely die!

Bloodblade let out a horrified roar, no longer caring about the prestige of "letting the opponent make the first move," and immediately drew his sword.

"The Cold Moon Shatters the Soul!!"

He poured all his life's energy into the sword, instantly creating dozens of chilling sword nets, the wind of which seemed to carry a chilling frost.

This is the strongest defensive trump card in "Cold Moon and Frosty Shadow Sword", which is intended to withstand the terrifying sword energy coming from the front!

Long'er, who was watching the battle with her arms crossed, suddenly widened her eyes, her face filled with disbelief.

He stared intently at the invisible sword energy that erupted from Duan Lang's fingertips. This sword intent was not only as vast as the sea, but also domineering and unparalleled, directly surpassing all the peerless sword intents he had ever seen before!

Nameless and Bu Jingyun, who were silently drinking, suddenly stopped their wine cups in mid-air.

A storm raged in the nameless man's deep eyes.

Eclipse Sword Technique?

In his eyes, it was merely a martial art that could barely be considered first-rate in the martial arts world, far from being a top-notch sword technique.

In Duan Lang's hands at this moment, it was surprisingly powerful, turning the rotten into the miraculous!

Duan Lang's mastery of swordsmanship has reached a terrifyingly extraordinary level!

Although the other swordsmen around them didn't have such a deep perspective, they could still instinctively sense the unparalleled power of this sword strike from the overwhelming pressure that made it hard to breathe.

"boom--!"

The chilling frost sword net, woven with all of Blood Blade's might, was like winter snow meeting the midday sun the moment it touched the blazing, domineering sword light—it couldn't even withstand it for a moment!

With a chilling sound of shattering glass, the icy sword energy that filled the sky was ruthlessly melted and destroyed!

The extremely violent and dazzling fiery red sword intent, with its remaining momentum, rushed straight towards Blood Blade's chest!

Just as Blood Blade closed his eyes, thinking he was about to be pierced through the heart—

That extremely sharp sword energy suddenly and strangely dispersed within a space of less than half an inch from his chest!

The sharp, piercing sword energy instantly disintegrated, transforming into a thick, powerful, invisible wave of energy that slammed heavily into Blood Blade with a muffled "bang!"

"puff--!"

Blood Blade coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he and his sword flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily in front of the Cold Sword Sect disciples' seats.

The entire room fell silent!

Those renowned figures who had even a slight understanding of swordsmanship were utterly astonished.

Releasing sword energy is already a mastery, but to be able to change the form of sword energy from "thrust" to "push" at will from a distance, even at the moment the sword energy leaves the body and is about to pierce the enemy's life or death...

This incredible micro-management technique is absolutely terrifying!

Blood Blade clutched his chest and struggled to his feet. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before kneeling heavily on one knee in front of Duan Lang!

This kneeling was not only due to the fear of escaping death, but also because, as a swordsman, he was completely and sincerely impressed by Duan Lang's superb swordsmanship!

He was truly beaten to the ground and submitted!

"Thank you so much, Alliance Leader Duan, for showing mercy!!"

The cry of "Leader of the Alliance" was uttered without the slightest resentment, only with boundless awe.

Bloodblade clenched his fists tightly, his voice trembling yet unusually respectful:

"The Cold Sword Sect is completely convinced and sincerely submits to your appointment as alliance leader! We are utterly humbled!"

His act of admitting defeat sent a chill down the spines of everyone present, making them realize that his position as the leader of the martial arts alliance was probably unshakeable.

The emperor and his generals all gasped in shock.

Who would have thought that this arrogant young man would be so difficult to deal with? Not only did he completely overwhelm everyone in terms of skill, but his swordsmanship was also unfathomable. In the blink of an eye, he defeated three grandmaster-level masters in succession!

Long'er, standing in the crowd, clenched her fists tightly, a bead of cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

He was exceptionally talented, but he also knew very well that he had no ability to control the released sword energy so skillfully from a distance.

Further away, for the first time, a violent tremor appeared in the eyes of Indra, which had been as still as water.

Having lived for over a thousand years and possessing the "Return of Ten Thousand Swords" technique, he naturally had a thorough understanding of the swordsmanship of the world.

Over the past two thousand years, he has seen the founder of the Sword Sect, the great swordsman, the five brilliant swordsmen of the Reverse Sword Sect, Huangfu Sword, and even the top swordsmen of Japan.

But in his two thousand years of memories, he had never heard of a sword-controlling technique like Duan Lang's, which allowed him to manipulate sword energy with ease and reshape it remotely as if he were kneading clay!

On the Cold Sword Sect disciples' platform, the one who had just shouted "One sword to the throat" was now being pressed down by Blood Blade's body, struggling and grimacing.

Having defeated three top players in a row, the entire arena was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Several core disciples of the Tianhe Gang were already drenched in sweat, quietly shrinking back and whispering among themselves:

"Shouldn't...shouldn't the gang leader go up now?"

"Go for it! Are you blind? Even a top expert like the Cold Sword Sect Master was forced to kneel and call for the Alliance Leader by a casual sword strike! Wouldn't our leader just be throwing his life away if he charged in?"

"That's right... Even the Poison Sect Master is in such a terrible state, whoever wants to be the Alliance Leader can have it. Our leader absolutely mustn't be stubborn!"

Qingyuan, the leader of the Tianhe Gang, gritted his teeth and gripped the folding fan tightly in his hand.

He could hear the disciples' whispers clearly, and he himself was actually feeling uneasy.

But he looked very carefully:

Although Duan Lang was arrogant and domineering, in these three consecutive matches, whether against Yi Dao, Tang Sen, or Xue Ren, Duan Lang used methods that did not kill.

Since the other party had no real intention to kill, as a renowned gang master, even knowing he was no match, he had to step forward and exchange blows.

This is the obsession of a martial arts master, and also to preserve the last vestige of the Tianhe Gang's spirit!

"Snapped!"

Qingyuan unfolded his specially made fine steel folding fan, strode out from his seat with an air of grandeur, and gave Duan Lang a deep fist salute:

"Your unparalleled martial arts skills have truly broadened my horizons today! I know I am no match for you no matter what."

"But as members of the martial arts world, there is absolutely no reason for us to surrender without a fight!"

"Then I'll use my Heavenly River Wave Fan to ask you for a few pointers!"

He adopted a very humble attitude and used a tone of friendly discussion.

"Want some guidance?" Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, not even lifting his eyelids, his tone extremely indifferent.

"Very well, then make your move. Use all the skills you have learned in your life."

An invincible aura, truly standing at the pinnacle and regarding all living beings as nothing, enveloped the entire sky as if it were a tangible entity.