I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"roar--!"

Bu Jingyun looked up at the sky and roared angrily.

With nowhere to vent his murderous intent, he suddenly turned around and slammed both palms down hard towards the sea—

Rumble!

The force of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm was unleashed, forcefully lowering the sea surface within a hundred-foot radius by several feet, stirring up thousands of giant waves with terrifying momentum.

After a long while, the wind and waves gradually subsided.

Bu Jingyun's chest heaved violently, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, oozing a trace of crimson.

"father."

A steady voice sounded from behind.

Bu Tian walked over through the blood-soaked ground and stood beside Bu Jingyun.

His expression was calm and still, showing no sign of being disturbed by the fierce battle just now.

Anger solves nothing.

"The most urgent task is to find the location of Tianmen and rescue Master."

The Zhonghua Pavilion remains as bustling as ever.

More than a decade ago, during the catastrophe of the Japanese invasion, the Emperor's son led his troops to massacre the people here.

All of his former comrades perished, their blood staining this once pristine land.

More than a decade has passed, and time has long since healed the wounds of that year.

Today, Zhonghua Pavilion still boasts its wine flags and attracts a constant stream of guests.

But the people inside are no longer the same as before.

Out of gratitude for the tragic deaths of his former friends, Wuming traveled the martial arts world to recruit a group of skilled individuals who were weary of grudges and conflicts and longed to retire to the mountains to work as his employees.

He serves tea and water on a regular basis, and looks no different from any other waiter.

But when it comes to a real fight—they are all ruthless characters who keep their true strength hidden.

backyard.

The bamboo forest is secluded and quiet. When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, creating a serene and elegant atmosphere.

Guihu sat cross-legged in the back hall, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing barely perceptible, looking just like a stone sculpture.

suddenly--

A dark shadow, like a ghost, instantly shattered the tranquility!

The newcomer brought with him a gust of wind and headed straight for a thatched hut deep in the bamboo forest.

It is the place where Wuming secluded himself to comprehend swordsmanship, and also a forbidden area of ​​the Zhonghua Pavilion.

"Who dares to trespass!"

Ghost Tiger's ears twitched slightly, and his eyes snapped open, flashing with lightning speed.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already floated away like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the edge of the bamboo forest.

The person who broke in seemed to be extremely familiar with the terrain—

Using the bamboo forest as cover, they leaped and dodged, managing to avoid being locked onto by the ghost tiger.

With a soft "bang," the wooden door of the thatched hut was pushed open.

The newcomer entered as if it were empty, and returned in the blink of an eye.

When he rushed out of the hut, he already had something in his hand.

A broken sword.

The sword's surface is mottled, exuding a desolate and ancient feel.

Although it was broken, the sword still exuded a faint aura of righteousness.

Hero's Sword.

After succeeding, the intruder did not linger. With a light touch of his toes on the bamboo tips, he leaped over the high wall in a few bounds and disappeared cleanly into the night, leaving only a solitary and proud figure behind.

Ghost Tiger stood on the bamboo tip, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He gazed in the direction where the person had disappeared, but did not chase after them.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several figures emerged from the shadows—all were newly recruited skilled employees of the Zhonghua Pavilion.

The crowd looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise and doubt.

"Chief Steward Ghost Tiger, who dares to trespass into the Zhonghua Pavilion?"

"Why don't we give chase? Although that person's martial arts are high, if the few of us join forces, we might be able to catch up!"

The crowd was puzzled and eagerly volunteered to fight.

Ghost Tiger slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression complex, sighed softly, and waved his hand:

"No need."

"The steward?"

"Everyone, step back."

Ghost Tiger turned around, his back view appearing somewhat desolate.

"This person... is not an external enemy."

Others might not know, but he saw it all clearly.

The newcomer's movements and aura, though deliberately concealed, carried an air of weathered experience and sharpness—

But it couldn't be hidden from his eyes, which had seen countless people.

Jian Chen!!

His beloved disciple, whom Wuming had placed high hopes on and regarded as his successor.

He didn't know why Jian Chen would do something so sneaky—

While Nameless was away, he sneaked back into the pavilion and took the broken Hero's Sword.

But this is an anonymous family matter, a cause and effect between master and disciple.

Although Ghost Tiger was extremely loyal to Nameless, he was ultimately just a servant.

Some things are better left unseen than unmanaged.

"Let's wait for Master to return before making a decision on everything."

Ghost Tiger gazed at the empty thatched hut, muttering to himself, a hint of worry creeping into his eyes.

Niejia Town is nestled amidst verdant mountains and winding, clear waters.

This place was originally a secluded paradise for Nie Feng's family, where they lived a peaceful and contented life, surrounded by the sounds of chickens and dogs.

Unfortunately, today, a jinx has descended, and peace is gone.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, exuding a menacing aura.

The divine general stood with his hands behind his back on the eaves, his crimson armor as red as blood, and the demonic flames around him flickering erratically, looking like a demon god descending to earth, coldly looking down below.

Behind him, Dugu Ming, along with dozens of Tianmen assassins, surrounded him like a pack of wolves, their killing intent palpable.

"Make your move." The general's voice was utterly indifferent, as if he were declaring a death sentence.

"Yes, sir!"

Dugu Ming's figure blurred, like a meteor falling to the ground, and he rushed straight to the Nie family compound!

"Who is this madman?!"

A delicate shout rang out, and Dugu Meng darted out with her sword, the sword light flashing like a rainbow—

However, the moment she saw who it was, her sword strike froze, and her face paled.

"Big...Big Brother?!"

"Little sister, how have you been?"

Dugu Ming's face remained ashen, but he did not pause in his tracks.

But just as he lifted his leg, his clenched fist trembled almost imperceptibly.

But that slight hesitation was suppressed by him in the blink of an eye.

His movements were as agile as a dragon, and his right leg kicked out smoothly—

A dazzling golden light, carrying a scorching dragon shadow, pierced through the air with unparalleled ruthlessness!

"you……"

Dugu Meng was utterly horrified.

She never dreamed that her own brother would actually kill her!

In her haste, she blocked with her sword—

clang!

The metal clanged, and the longsword shattered into pieces!

Dugu Meng let out a muffled groan, her tiger's mouth burst open, and she flew backward like a fallen leaf.

Although she inherited her family's unique skills, compared to Dugu Ming, who has now reached the Grandmaster level, she is worlds apart.

Before she even landed, Dugu Ming had already swarmed her like a leech, his fingers striking out in rapid succession, instantly sealing off all the major acupoints on her body.

"Dugu Ming! Have you gone mad?!"

Dugu Meng was unable to move, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent, and she cried out in a blood-red voice:

"I'm your own sister! When you were little and injured yourself while practicing martial arts, who stayed up all night taking care of you, without even sleeping? Have you forgotten?!"

Dugu Ming paused for a moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and something churning violently deep within his eyes.

But he looked away, unable to meet his sister's eyes.

"shut up."

"This is the decree of Indra."

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for marrying the wrong person."

Just then—a sudden exclamation came from the inner courtyard.

"Mother! Mother! Grandpa!"

A Heavenly Gate assassin flew out carrying a beautifully carved little girl—

It was Nie Feng's beloved daughter, Nie Qing.

The little girl struggled desperately, her face flushed red, tears streaming down her face, as she stretched out her little hand towards Dugu Meng.

"Let go of Qing'er!!" Dugu Meng's eyes were bloodshot, and her heart was breaking.

Dugu Ming glanced at Nie Qing, who was being held in mid-air and crying her heart out, then turned his head away.

"court death!"

Suddenly, a roar like a raging lion thundered, shaking the entire courtyard!

boom!

An overwhelming sword intent surged into the sky!

The newcomer used his hand as a blade, and the moment he slashed, it was accompanied by a chilling frost.

The blade's energy swept across the sky, slashing directly at the assassins who had captured the man!

"A trivial skill."

The god sneered, his body remaining perfectly still, and flicked his finger lightly.

Boo!

The finger strikes pierce through the air with unparalleled precision.

The violent blade energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, shattered and disintegrated in mid-air before it even touched the assassin, turning into a sky full of flowing wind.

The dust has settled.

A towering figure stood proudly in the courtyard, his hair wildly flowing, his eyes bloodshot, and his body radiating a suffocatingly wild and menacing aura.

"grandfather!"

When Nie Qing saw the person who came, her crying instantly changed from fear to grievance, and she burst into tears.

Nie Renwang glanced at his granddaughter, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his blood-red eyes for a moment.

But the next moment, her gentleness was completely overwhelmed by overwhelming killing intent.

"Dare to touch my granddaughter—I will tear you to pieces!"

Nie Renwang roared to the heavens, becoming one with his sword, his entire body radiating sharpness, just like a peerless and deadly weapon unsheathed!

"Northern Drinking Mad Blade?"

The god glanced at him sideways, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Interesting. Let me see how much sharpness you still have left, you old blade!"

Enraged, Nie Renwang said no more.

With a heavy stomp of his feet, the ground cracked, and he shot out like an arrow!

He swung his hands wildly, each move without a fixed pattern, guided entirely by his killing intent.

With a flick of the wrist, a fierce wind howled, like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods;

When the blade struck, the ground cracked and rocks collapsed, as if the sky had fallen and the earth had caved in.

Each chop of his hand contained a world-destroying power, determined to cut down this demon before him!

The god stood with one hand behind his back, facing the enemy with only one hand, looking completely at ease.

Bang bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged over a hundred moves.

Nie Renwang's offensive was like a raging tide, leaving walls crumbling, houses collapsing, ancient trees breaking, and stones raining down wherever he went.

Dugu Meng was unable to move because her acupoints were sealed, and could only stare wide-eyed as her elderly father risked his life.

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks, and she bit her lip until it bled.

But the divine general seemed to be strolling leisurely.

No matter how violent the sword energy was, it was all shattered when it struck his protective aura, and it couldn't harm him in the slightest.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

The god laughed wildly, looking down on everyone.

"If that's all you've got, then obediently surrender and come back to Heavenly Gate with me!"

"Arrogant brat!"

Nie Renwang's beard and hair stood on end, his internal energy reaching its peak, and a sudden burst of chilling energy erupted from his body—

The area within a radius of ten feet instantly transformed into a world of ice and snow!

"Ice three feet thick!"

With a sweeping hand strike, layers upon layers of icy blade energy surged forth like an overturned glacier, covering the sky and the earth, determined to imprison this demon in an icy prison forever!

Even a grain of rice can shine brightly.

The divine general's gaze narrowed slightly, and an incomparably scorching fiery and thunderous aura burst forth from his body.

Boom!

The glacier shattered, turning into countless glittering fragments that shimmered brilliantly yet sadly in the sunlight.