I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The awning boat bobbed gently on the river, and the candlelight inside the cabin flickered in the night breeze, illuminating three young faces.

Nie Feng was exhausted. Although he had temporarily suppressed the injury to his chest, the battle had aggravated his internal energy, and his face was pale.

As for the mysterious person who used the "Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg," he has long since disappeared.

Nie Feng knew that in his current state, chasing after them would only lead to his death, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

At this moment, he only had eyes for these two old friends in front of him.

"Lang, Jiang Chen... I didn't expect it to really be you two."

Nie Feng looked at the two people in front of him, a genuine smile on his face. "Where have you been for the past six years? I've been looking for you."

Looking at Nie Feng's disheveled yet sincere appearance, Duan Lang's arrogance gradually faded, replaced by a complex expression.

He casually tossed a jar of wine to Nie Feng, scoffed, and said, "Looking for us? I bet you're busy being Xiong Ba's accomplice, killing and setting fires everywhere, aren't you?"

Nie Feng took the wine jar and gave a wry smile: "Lang, you know me, I..."

"Alright, stop explaining." Duan Lang waved his hand, interrupting Nie Feng, and sat down opposite Nie Feng. He picked up a jar of wine, broke the mud seal, and took a big gulp.

"Ha—! That was refreshing!" Duan Lang wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, looked at Nie Feng, and said, "Anyway, I'm very happy to see you today. Come on, let's drink!"

Nie Feng said no more, broke the mud seal, raised the wine jar and clinked it against Duan Lang's, then tilted his head back and drank it down.

The spicy liquor rolled down his throat and into his stomach, turning into a warm current that dispelled the chill and seemed to shorten the distance between them that had grown due to time.

"Feng, in these six years, Jiang Chen and I have been to many places." Duan Lang put down the wine jar, looking into the distance as if recalling something. "In these six years, we have experienced a lot and become much stronger."

At this point, he glanced at Nie Feng, a smug smile playing on his lips, "How did that kick taste?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng couldn't help but smile wryly, rubbing his chest, which was still throbbing slightly: "Very strong. Lang, your leg techniques... seem even more powerful than before."

"You have good taste." Duan Lang raised his eyebrows smugly. "That's the Fierce Power Leg Technique, one of the legendary 'Ten Strongest Martial Arts,' far more powerful than the Wind God Leg Technique!"

"The top ten martial arts masters?" Nie Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, as he had never heard of this name before.

Duan Lang seemed unwilling to discuss this topic further. He turned to look at Jiang Chen, who had been standing silently at the bow of the ship, and pouted, saying, "Look at that guy. For the past six years, he's been like a block of wood. All he does is cultivate, and he rarely even speaks."

Nie Feng followed Duan Lang's gaze.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing intently into the distance, as if waiting for something.

"Brother Lang, you guys chat." Jiang Chen suddenly turned around and said calmly, "I have some personal matters to take care of, I'll be right back."

Without waiting for their reaction, he swayed and soared into the air like a large bird, disappearing instantly into the vast night.

"This..." Nie Feng stared at the direction Jiang Chen had disappeared, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Where is he going so late?"

"Who knows?" Duan Lang shrugged, picked up the wine jar and took another swig. "This guy is always so secretive. Never mind him, let's just drink."

Nie Feng withdrew his gaze, looked at Duan Lang, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Although Duan Lang had become stronger and more arrogant, he could sense that Duan Lang's brotherly affection for him had not changed.

"Lang, come back to the World Society with me," Nie Feng suddenly said. "Master, he..."

"Shut up!" Upon hearing the words "World Alliance," Duan Lang's face instantly turned cold. "Nie Feng, if you still consider me a brother, don't mention that old bastard Xiong Ba in front of me!"

Nie Feng sighed inwardly. He knew that Duan Lang's hatred for Xiong Ba ran deep and could not be resolved with just a few words.

"Alright, I won't mention it." Nie Feng raised his wine jar. "Tonight, we'll only talk about romance, not the martial world. Cheers!"

"Dry!"

The two wine jars collided heavily in the air, making a crisp sound.

The river flows swiftly, and the moonlight is as clear as water.

Old friends reunite and enjoy drinks together.

This is upstream of the river, about several hundred miles from Duanlang.

A figure dressed in black and wearing a straw hat stood quietly on a bamboo raft in the middle of the river.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on a solitary house on the shore beneath his straw hat.

Suddenly, he moved.

Without any warning, the man in black blurred into a streak of black lightning, tearing through the sky and hurtling toward the house.

Its speed was so fast that it was even faster than Nie Feng, who was known for his lightness skills!

boom!

With a loud crash, the seemingly solid wall was smashed open like paper in front of him, leaving a large hole in it.

Inside the house, the clay Buddha and the little girl, who were resting, hadn't even reacted when their vision blurred and their bodies felt light as they were lifted up by the man in black.

"Who goes there?!" Qin Shuang and Kong Ci, who were outside, noticed the commotion and immediately broke down the door.

However, the room was already empty, with only the large hole smashed open and a faint trace of domineering aura remaining in the air.

Qin Shuang rushed to the hole and looked up. She saw a dark figure carrying two people, walking on the river. In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the vast night.

"Such incredible lightness skill!" Qin Shuang's pupils constricted sharply, a look of horror appearing on her face. "This person's lightness skill is actually no less than Junior Brother Feng's! Even... faster!"

"Young Master Shuang, Mud Bodhisattva and the others..." Kong Ci asked anxiously.

"We can't catch up." Qin Shuang shook her head, her face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water. "This person's martial arts are unfathomable. Even if we catch up, it will probably be of no use."

……

Across the river, in a dense forest.

boom!

The man in black casually tossed the clay Buddha and the little girl to the ground.

"Grandpa!" The little girl ignored the pain and quickly crawled to the mud Buddha, hugging him tightly and trembling.

The clay bodhisattva struggled to sit up, looked at the black-clad man in front of him who exuded a terrifying aura, and gave a bitter smile.

"Why does the leader of the World Alliance need to resort to such violence against an old man and a child like us?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black trembled slightly, then let out a cold snort.

He slowly removed the straw hat from his head, revealing a majestic and imposing face.

It was none other than Xiong Ba!

"Mud Bodhisattva, you do indeed have some skill." Xiong Ba looked down at Mud Bodhisattva, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent. "Since you know it's me, then stop wasting words. Four years ago, you gave me your prediction for the rest of my life: 'A dragon's roar in the nine heavens will shake the world; a gathering of wind and clouds will lead to a shallow journey'..."

At this point, Xiong Ba's voice suddenly turned fierce, staring intently at Mud Bodhisattva: "I only need one word from you today! Does the 'wind and cloud' mentioned in this prophecy refer to my two disciples, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun?!"

The clay bodhisattva glanced at his trembling granddaughter beside him, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

He knew that he was probably doomed today.

"Chief Xiong, I only ask one thing of you." Mud Bodhisattva knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Xiong Ba, "Spare my granddaughter. She's still young and doesn't know anything."

"You have no right to negotiate with me!" Xiong Ba said coldly. "Answer my question! If the answer satisfies me, I might consider giving her a quick death."

The Mud Bodhisattva gave a bitter laugh, slowly raised his head, looked at Xiong Ba, and said, word by word, "Success and failure both stem from the winds and clouds!"