I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Long'er's gaze was fixed on the sky full of fiery swords, her face was deathly pale, and her body was trembling violently.

"This...this is Duan Lang's sword intent?"

He was arrogant and self-important, born with the talent of a swordsman, possessing both the Holy Spirit and the Two Extremes, and had always looked down on everyone.

But at this moment, faced with Duan Lang's terrifying sword intent that burned the heavens, he felt that his proud swordsmanship was as insignificant as a firefly compared to the bright moon.

"Too powerful... Compared to this sword intent, my swordsmanship is utterly insignificant..."

Nameless took a deep breath, barely suppressing the turmoil in his heart. His gaze shifted between Nie Feng and Duan Lang, his voice trembling slightly:

"Feng'er's demonic arts have reached a state of perfection; she can even conjure countless weapons with demonic energy. Such a technique is unheard of, and Duan Lang..."

"He can actually control flames to such an extent, condensing fire into a sword, the sword intent pure and domineering. His swordsmanship has already transcended the ordinary and entered the realm of sainthood!"

The Blade Emperor stared wide-eyed at Nie Feng's countless black blades, feeling a chill run straight to his head.

"What terrifying sword intent! This...this is the true demonic sword!"

He muttered to himself, his hands trembling slightly:

"I believe I have grasped the principles of the cycle of life and death, yet before this demonic intent that annihilates all living beings and silences eternity, my Spring and Autumn Blade Intent would likely be unable to budge it even slightly!"

"Compared to this kind of sword intent, the demonic sword created by the First Evil Emperor is nothing but a drop in the ocean!"

Bu Jingyun clenched his fists, his blood boiling.

Such an epic duel was something even a proud and aloof person like him couldn't help but yearn for.

Just as everyone was marveling at the situation, the battle suddenly took a turn!

With a soft shout, Duan Lang caused the sky full of crimson fire swords to suddenly shine brightly!

Like the blazing sun melting snow, it burned and devoured the endless black demonic blades!

The fire was so intense and unstoppable that it instantly shattered Nie Feng's protective demonic energy!

"Hmm..."

Nie Feng grunted and flew backward, retreating hundreds of feet before barely managing to regain his footing.

His face was pale, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the demonic aura around him dimmed considerably.

In contrast, Duan Lang remained standing calmly in the void, his hands behind his back, not even a wisp of clothing disheveled.

Sit down!

"The Alliance Leader is invincible!!"

I don't know who started shouting it out, but soon the whole mountainside was filled with sycophantic shouts.

"The Alliance Leader's divine skills are unparalleled, lasting for eternity!!"

"Even the God of Wind is nothing special!! Alliance Leader Duan will unify the martial world!!"

The dust settled, and the world fell into a deathly silence.

Nie Feng slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He could feel it—

His breathing was disordered, the demonic energy in his dantian was churning erratically, and his internal energy circulation was far less smooth than before.

The outcome is decided.

He remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed solemnly on Duan Lang, before slowly speaking:

"Duan Lang, you win. Your martial arts skills are indeed far superior to mine."

The entire room fell silent.

Nie Feng, the God of Wind, admits defeat.

Duan Lang didn't speak, but stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Nie Feng.

Nie Feng took a deep breath, his voice low but clear:

"I can't stop your ambition."

"But I have only one request—once you sit in this chair, please don't let bloodshed and chaos erupt in the martial world."

"Whether they are martial arts practitioners or ordinary people, they are all living, breathing human beings."

Duan Lang looked at Nie Feng, a slight smile playing on his lips. He took a step forward, his hands behind his back, and spoke in a low voice, yet clearly audible to everyone present:

"Nie Feng, you said I'm ambitious."

"But look at the world—warlords are vying for power, conflicts are endless, the court is corrupt, and the people are suffering."

"With all your benevolence and righteousness, how many people can you protect?"

"Today, I, Duan Lang, seize the position of leader of the martial arts alliance, not for my own selfish gain, but to bring peace to the world and restore order to the martial arts realm!"

Although the great battle has ended, the devastating aftereffects still linger in everyone's hearts like a dark cloud.

The emperor was already limp as a rag doll, his face deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks, soaking his bright yellow dragon robe.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at Duan Lang's arrogant figure, his pupils filled with lingering terror.

The scene of countless demonic blades clashing with the fire swords was deeply etched into his mind.

This power had long exceeded the limits that imperial authority could control.

He, a mere mortal emperor, was nothing more than an ant in the face of these two monsters.

"Gulp..."

A labored swallowing sound pierced the deathly silence before the emperor.

Beside the emperor, General Yue Xin and fierce general Shi Dingtian were also ashen-faced, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing an unconcealed fear in each other's eyes—

So what if you've been through countless battles and killed countless people?

Faced with such inhuman power, a massive army is nothing but a joke.

Yue Xin took a deep breath, took a shaky half-step forward, and spoke in a dry, hoarse voice:

"Your Majesty... Duan Lang has already seized the position of Alliance Leader..."

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he had exhausted all his courage to ask this question, which now seemed utterly absurd:

"Should our 100,000 troops, who are lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain, still proceed with the original plan... to capture... capture Duan Lang?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air in front of the emperor froze.

"Capture?" The emperor's body trembled violently, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Yue Xin, his eyes wide open.

"You...do you think my life is too long?!"

He raised his hand, trembling, pointing in the direction of Duan Lang, his voice sharp and distorted:

"Didn't you see it?! A demonic blade that blots out the sky! A fiery sword that incinerates the heavens! Is this something human can withstand?!"

"An army of 100,000? Let alone 100,000, even a million troops would be nothing more than ants sent to their deaths!"

"Do you want my soldiers to fill Duan Lang's teeth, or do you want my head to be chopped off too?!"

The emperor became increasingly hysterical as he spoke. The thought that he had previously attempted to use his army to annihilate this monster sent chills down his spine, and a cold shiver ran straight to the top of his head.

If a fight really breaks out, this very summit of Mount Tai will become the graveyard of the dynasty!

"Your Majesty, please calm down! You will eventually be convicted! You will eventually be convicted!"

Yue Xin and Shi Dingtian were so frightened that they fell to their knees with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.

The emperor gasped for breath, and it took him a long time to recover. He waved his hand weakly, his voice as feeble as if he had just recovered from a serious illness:

"Retreat...retreat quickly..."

"Keep today's events to yourself!"

"No one is allowed to mention it again! Just pretend... just pretend I never had this thought..."

He struggled to stand up, but his legs were too weak to support him, so he had to be helped back by the imperial guards.

"Return to the palace! Immediately! Right now! I don't want to stay in this awful place for even a second longer!"

The grand royal procession, taking advantage of the fact that the heroes hadn't yet noticed, fled Mount Tai in a panic, like stray dogs.

After the emperor fled, the heroes from all walks of life on the summit of Mount Tai began to descend the mountain in twos and threes.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, all talking about the earth-shattering battle that had taken place that day—

The scene of swords flashing and shadows flying everywhere is something I'll probably never forget for the rest of my life.

"Let's go, old pig."

The Sword Emperor took one last deep look in Nie Feng's direction, his eyes filled with both loneliness and relief.

He sighed, and unusually refrained from boasting or bragging, instead whispering a truth:

"The Spring and Autumn Sword Technique passed down by my son-in-law is profound and extensive. It is only because I have not mastered it enough that I can not even use a fraction of it."

"Nie Feng's demonic blade has reached a level where it is impervious to all magic... I am ashamed to admit that I am inferior to him."

The Pig King took a big bite of the glistening roasted pig's trotter in his hand and mumbled indistinctly:

"I told you long ago, what's the point of fighting for fame and fortune?"

"Why don't we go back to the mountain with Old Pig and eat some meat? Isn't this roasted pig's trotter the most delicious in the world?"

The Sword Emperor glared at him, opened his mouth as if to curse, but in the end he only sighed and slapped the Pig Emperor on the shoulder:

"Let's go, let's go. Let's find some time for my son-in-law to give me some more pointers. My Spring and Autumn Sword Technique is still far from perfect."

"It's always 'my good son-in-law, my good son-in-law,' you mention it eight hundred times a day..."

The pig king rolled its eyes and muttered something, but it didn't refuse and followed along while gnawing on its pig's trotter.

The two walked side by side down the mountain, their figures gradually receding into the distance until they disappeared at the end of the winding mountain path.

Huang Ying held the Jingji Blade in his arms and did not rush down the mountain like the others.

The image of Nie Feng's demonic blade, capable of cleaving through the heavens and annihilating all living beings, still churned in his mind—

It wasn't fear, it wasn't despair, but an unprecedented shock.

So this is what the art of the sword can be like.

The way of the sword has no bounds.

He didn't even get close to the threshold.

"I see……"

Huang Ying murmured to himself, the dazed look in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a long-lost fervor.

The Silence Blade in his arms seemed to sense the change in its master's state of mind, emitting a clear, melodious hum.

It wasn't a weak sob, but a resounding clang, like a long-dormant warrior finally being awakened.

Huang Ying looked down at Jing Ji, and a smile slowly crept onto her lips.

"You saw it too?" he asked softly.

"This is what the way of the sword should be."

The humming grew louder in the silence, and the blade trembled slightly, as if in response:

I saw it.

Huang Ying took a deep breath, slung Jing Ji over her back, and straightened her back.

His steps were no longer unsteady, and his eyes were no longer dazed—the Japanese swordsman who had been in a daze just moments before now had piercing eyes and exuded a sharp, transformed aura.

He blended into the crowd descending the mountain, but this time, he did not leave in dejection.

It means setting off again with a clear direction.

Amid the flow of people descending the mountain, Long'er and Jin walked side by side.

The scene from just now kept replaying in Long'er's mind—

The moment when Nie Feng's demonic blade and Duan Lang's fiery sword clashed against each other, causing the entire Mount Tai to tremble.

He clenched his fists, his palms sweating profusely.

It wasn't fear, but a burning sensation that was a mixture of excitement and resentment.

"What do you think of this battle?" Jin suddenly asked.

Long'er thought for a moment and then honestly said:

"The gap is too big. Duan Lang's fists, kicks, palms, and fingers, Nie Feng's demonic blade... I can't even catch up with them now."

Jin didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Long'er glanced at him and couldn't help but ask, "What about you? Don't you think so?"

Jin remained silent for a few moments, then his lips twitched almost imperceptibly—not a bitter smile, but more like a resolute calm.

"Just give me time."

Long'er paused for a moment, then grinned.

The two walked side by side down the mountain, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.