I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

I don't know how much time passed.

The blinding light finally dissipated, and the dust that filled the sky slowly settled.

The sea breeze still carried a hint of desolation, and the setting sun on the horizon remained as blood-red as ever.

On the utterly destroyed beach, two figures stood ten feet apart, back to back.

Huang Ying planted the Jingji Blade deep into the sand in front of him.

He was kneeling on one knee, his clothes already torn to shreds at the chest.

A terrifying, deep sword wound, revealing bone, ran across his entire chest, and blood was gushing out like it was free, staining the sand beneath him crimson.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Huang Ying began to cough violently.

With each cough, large mouthfuls of bloody foam uncontrollably spilled from his mouth.

But on his bloodless, deathly pale face hung a smile of utter satisfaction, even fanaticism.

"Wow...what amazing swordsmanship..."

Not far behind him, Wuming still stood with his back to him, his posture still upright.

However, his right shoulder was ripped by the blade's energy, revealing a shallow bloodstain.

The wound wasn't deep, but it did bleed.

This was the only time Huang Ying had truly touched Wuming's body during the entire battle today.

Wuming tilted his head slightly, glanced at the beads of blood seeping from his shoulder, and sighed softly:

"Seven techniques combined into one... truly lives up to its reputation."

There was no weakness in his tone, only heartfelt admiration for the crazed swordsman behind him.

Hearing this, Huang Ying raised his head with some difficulty, glanced at Wuming's blood-stained right shoulder, and the smile in his eyes deepened:

"It could leave your Heavenly Sword nameless and wounded..."

"My life, Huang Ying... has been worthwhile..."

Defeated by the nameless Heavenly Sword, defeated by the mysterious sword technique—he lost with complete acceptance.

"bring it on."

Huang Ying slowly closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and calmly awaited his death.

For a martial artist, dying under the sword of an unparalleled expert can be considered a kind of destiny.

However, the expected pain did not occur.

Only the sea breeze gently brushed against my cheeks, carrying a hint of saltiness.

"You can leave now."

A calm voice drifted on the wind.

Huang Ying suddenly opened his eyes—

The nameless figure's clothes fluttered in the wind as he gazed at the vast sea, seemingly no longer paying attention to him.

"Why don't you kill me?" Huang Ying was stunned.

"The outcome is already decided; why add another life to the list?"

The nameless voice was calm, yet it possessed an undeniable air of mastery.

"Moreover, your 'Angry Question to Heaven,' though full of resentment, contained not a trace of evil intent."

"You are not a great villain."

In the distance, Bu Jingyun nodded slightly.

He had already figured it out—

Although the master's "unexplained grief" was impressive, he actually held back at least 30% of his strength.

Otherwise, Huang Ying would have been beheaded by now.

The benevolent are invincible. A master is still a master; even when facing a powerful enemy, he always harbors compassion in his heart.

Huang Ying remained silent for a long time.

He braced himself against the silence and slowly rose from the ground.

His blond hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood, but he still managed to slowly sheath the Jingji Blade with great effort.

This gesture is the greatest respect a swordsman can show to another martial artist.

Sheathing the sword signifies no longer viewing each other as enemies.

"Nameless." Huang Ying's voice was hoarse, yet unusually solemn.

"I will forever remember your mercy in sparing my life today. Consider this my debt to you."

He paused, then a weak yet still defiant smile tugged at the corners of his lips:

"If you ever need Huang Ying's help in the future, just ask. I'll repay you for this blow anytime."

Wuming didn't turn around, but simply said:

"Once you return to Japan, you should hone your swordsmanship."

"With your talent, given time, you may very well be able to reach an even higher level."

Huang Ying glanced deeply at Wuming's retreating figure, then said nothing more.

He turned around and walked step by step toward a boat at the ferry crossing. Although his steps were unsteady, his back was straight.

But at that very moment—

A sudden change has occurred!

"Hehehe... What a scene of heroes respecting heroes!"

A burst of ear-piercing laughter, like the hooting of an owl, suddenly exploded in everyone's ears!

"Since none of you want to die, then come with me!"

Before the words were finished, a crimson figure suddenly burst out from the white mist!

fast!

So fast it's breathtaking!

The red figure moved with the speed of a ghost, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding space.

Even a top expert like Bu Jingyun only saw a flash of red light before the figure was already beside Huang Ying!

"Who is it?!" Huang Ying exclaimed in shock.

He tried to lift the Silent Blade, but his throat tightened—

A hand, burning hot like a red-hot iron, was already gripping his throat tightly.

In an instant, the red figure flashed again!

He instantly teleported behind Wuming, carrying Huang Ying, his other hand reaching out like a viper's tongue—

He seized the nameless man's pulse point!

Wuming felt a chill run down his spine, and his sword energy suddenly erupted, attempting to repel the attacker.

Huang Ying was equally unwilling to be restrained, and his sword intent launched a frenzied counterattack!

When two grandmasters launch an attack simultaneously, how astonishing must their combined power be?

But instead of letting go, the red-clad figure revealed her madness and roared:

"Ice Nether Hand!"

In an instant, an extremely cold and chilling aura, as if from the deepest hell, rushed into the bodies of Wuming and Huangying through their two palms!

Click click click!

When cold air enters the body, the meridians are instantly blocked!

Wuming felt as if his vast true energy had been suddenly frozen, like a great river, and he couldn't mobilize even a trace of it.

Huang Ying was in an even worse state—her face was ashen white, and a layer of silver frost had formed on her eyebrows and eyelashes.

The Silent Blade let out a mournful cry, and the golden light on its blade completely dimmed.

"Who are you?!"

Wuming had roamed the martial arts world for decades and had never seen such bizarre and domineering martial arts.

The ability to simultaneously seal the meridians of two Grandmaster-level experts with a single move is a power that is not found in the Central Plains martial arts world!

"I am—a divine general!"

The red figure laughed wildly, his fiery red armor gleaming with an eerie blood-red light in the setting sun.

He held the two masters firmly in his hands like iron clamps, yet he did so with ease and effortlessness!

"By order of Heaven, we invite you two to visit the Heavenly Gate!"

"Heavenly Gate?!"

Wuming frowned, realizing he had never heard of this name before.

"Let go of Master!!"

Bu Jingyun's angry shout was like a thunderclap!

With both palms striking out with overwhelming force, his figure, enveloped in a sky full of dark clouds, rushed straight towards the divine general!

However, just as Bu Jingyun moved—

A sinister voice echoed from behind him:

"Bu Jingyun, if you dare to take another step... your son's life will be over."

Bu Jingyun suddenly stopped, his peripheral vision flashing backward.

A sinister-looking young man had somehow appeared behind Bu Tian like a ghost—

He placed one palm on Bu Tian's crown, the true energy in his palm flickering, held back but not released.

"Dugu Ming?!" Bu Jingyun's pupils shrank sharply.

"Hmph." Dugu Ming wore a cruel smile, his eyes cold and menacing.

"I'd like to see whether your master's life is more important than your son's!"

The divine general subdued the two heroes, while Dugu Ming held his young son hostage, and the situation was completely reversed in an instant.

Bu Jingyun was pinned to the spot, caught in a dilemma.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the sea breeze still howling.

The god had a mocking smile on his lips, seemingly eager to see what choice this legendary disciple of the martial arts world would make.

But the next moment-

Something unexpected happened.

Bu Jingyun did not hesitate for a moment.

He didn't even look back at Bu Tian again.

boom!

The beach beneath his feet exploded, and amidst the swirling sand and dust, he transformed into a bolt of black lightning—

Instead of backing down, they charged straight at the divine general with an even fiercer momentum than before!

"Endless Thunder!"

With both palms striking out, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in the ears, carrying a devastating force that struck straight at the face of the divine general!

Disregarding his beloved son's life or death—he vowed to save his mentor first!

"madman!!"

Dugu Ming was shocked and felt his blood run cold.

He never dreamed that Bu Jingyun would be so ruthless—willing to give up even his own son's life?!

"Good! Ruthless enough!" The divine general was not afraid at all; instead, a hint of admiration and madness flashed in his eyes.

"As expected of Bu Jingyun! In that case—I'll play along with you!"

Faced with this thunderous attack, the divine general still held Wuming and Huangying firmly with both hands, and did not dodge or evade!

Amidst his maniacal laughter, he slightly shifted his body, his right leg sweeping out like a steel whip, enveloped in crimson fiery and thunderous energy—

"Go back!"

boom!!

The palms and legs struck each other, the sound like thunder!

The violent energy swept outwards in all directions like a tidal wave!

Bu Jingyun felt an overwhelming, irresistible force crushing down upon him—

His body trembled violently, and he was sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a giant hammer!

After landing, he staggered back several steps before barely managing to dissipate the force. His internal organs felt as if they had been burned, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

The divine general remained completely still.

With his hands on one person and his legs alone, he managed to block Bu Jingyun's full-force attack.

The depth of his demonic power is truly terrifying.

"Hahaha! Bu Jingyun, your Cloud-Dispelling Palm... is nothing special!"

The god laughed wildly, his arrogance reaching its peak.

On the other side—

"Well done, Bu Jingyun! You're truly ruthless!"

Dugu Ming was both shocked and furious.

He watched as Bu Jingyun rushed out without even turning his head, and a surge of inexplicable anger and chill welled up in his heart.

He stared at Bu Tian beneath his palm, his face contorting into a ferocious expression:

"Kid, it seems your own father doesn't care whether you live or die!"

"In that case—I'll first cripple your meridians, then take you back to report!"

Bu Tian was pinned down on the top of his head, and all the major acupoints on his body were restricted, rendering him unable to move.

Dugu Ming's eyes were full of contempt.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than a callow child.

Even those with some family background in scholarship are nothing more than fish on a chopping board in front of him.

With a burst of palm force, Dugu Ming was about to forcefully sever Bu Tian's meridians.

A matter of life and death!

But in that very instant...

Bu Tian remained silent and appeared utterly powerless to resist.

Suddenly, an astonishing burst of light shot out from his eyes!

There was no panic, no fear, and no despair.

It is a meaning as profound as the sea and as vast as the starry sky—a meaning of immeasurable!

"Who said...my dad doesn't care about me?"

Bu Tian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a calm smile that was completely out of character for someone his age.