I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Renwang suffered a backlash from the force, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But instead of retreating, he advanced—his eyes revealed a resolute will to die!

"The woman has cheated on him!"

He moved with unpredictable twists and turns, avoiding the enemy's strength and striking their weakness.

The hand chop struck at an extremely tricky angle, aiming straight for the general's fatal rib!

"snort!"

The divine general snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and actually took the blow head-on with his own flesh and blood!

clang!

The clang of metal echoed, its sound reverberating across the land.

Nie Renwang felt an excruciating pain in his finger bones—as if they had been pierced by an ancient diamond!

"roll!"

The divine general's tiger-like body trembled, and his fiery and thunderous aura erupted!

boom!

Nie Renwang let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into half of the ruins and sending dust flying everywhere.

"Father!" Dugu Meng cried out in a mournful voice.

however--

Deep within the ruins, an extremely fierce and violent sword intent suddenly surged into the sky!

"I...haven't lost yet!"

Nie Renwang stood bathed in blood, his body swaying precariously, yet his aura was as powerful as a rainbow piercing the sun.

He turned his head and looked at Nie Qing, who was being held in mid-air by the assassins, with his bloodshot eyes, and then at Dugu Meng, who was unable to move.

The two people he wanted to protect most, one was crying, and the other was bleeding.

Nie Renwang laughed, a desolate laugh, a resolute laugh.

His eyes were filled with tears of blood as he looked up to the sky and roared.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his broken meridians, he mustered his last breath of true energy and became one with the blade—transforming himself into an unparalleled and deadly weapon!

"The Way of the Sword—Reincarnation!!"

With a roar, the world changed color.

Nie Renwang loosely clenched his hands, using his body as a blade axis, and began to spin wildly.

In an instant, countless sword energies appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer, endlessly renewing themselves—

It's as if the cycle of reincarnation has begun, ready to devour everything in the world!

Within a radius of several dozen feet, all the grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks were reduced to dust, and even the air seemed to be shredded by these endless wheels of blades!

This is the pinnacle of Nie Renwang's lifelong martial arts career—and also his swan song of a desperate gamble!

"Excellent! This move truly deserves the title 'Mad Blade'!"

A hint of surprise finally flashed in the eyes of the god, which were as calm as an ancient well.

But it quickly turned into a contemptuous sneer.

"Unfortunately—even reincarnation can be broken before absolute power!"

He brought his two fingers together, and a crimson light suddenly flared up from the tips of his fingers.

A burst of fiery and thunderous energy fell like a meteor, striking precisely the center of the blade wheel.

Rumble!

The instant they made contact, this negligible amount of fire and lightning energy suddenly exploded from the center of the blade wheel—

It transformed into a crimson pillar of light, tearing the entire blade wheel apart from the inside out with overwhelming force!

Click!Click!

The stalemate lasted only a moment—

The "Sword Path Reincarnation," powerful enough to crush everything, crumbled like brittle glass before the god's overwhelming strike!

"puff--!"

As if struck by lightning, Nie Renwang coughed up a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily into the ground, his fate unknown.

"take away."

The deity slowly withdrew his power, and the demonic energy receded.

He lightly flicked a speck of dust from his lapel, his expression indifferent, regarding all living beings as mere ants, and was about to turn and leave—

suddenly.

A melodious flute tune began to play.

The sound of the flute seemed to drift from the horizon, clear and melodious like the cry of a phoenix.

When I first heard it, it was still far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of my ears!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound—

On the distant eaves, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Dressed in white, he sat facing the wind, holding a jade flute and playing it.

Her unparalleled beauty, like that of a banished immortal, was completely out of place in this devastated battlefield.

"Playing tricks!" Several Tianmen experts looked disdainful.

"Jiang...Jiang Chen?!"

Dugu Ming's pupils constricted sharply, and he cried out in shock!

Before he even realized it, his body had instinctively taken a half-step back—a fear ingrained in his very bones.

Jiang Chen—a person close to Duan Lang.

Duan Lang has now firmly taken the position of leader of the martial arts alliance, and the entire martial arts world is under his shadow.

Those who can walk alongside Duan Lang are no ordinary people.

The flute music suddenly changed—from melodious to piercing and mournful, like weeping and lamenting, like resentment and longing!

"What are you pretending to be?! Die!"

One of the Tianmen experts could not contain himself, drew his sword, rushed up the eaves, and charged straight at Jiang Chen!

He was incredibly fast, closing in on Jiang Chen within three feet in the blink of an eye—

But Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

The flute suddenly rose a note—

"Bang!"

The Tianmen expert who rushed forward didn't even have time to scream before his body was crushed from the inside by an invisible giant hand—

Blood spurted from all seven orifices, his body swelled, and he instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

"Wh...what?!"

Everyone present was utterly horrified!

And this is just the beginning—

The flute music didn't stop.

Visible sound waves, like a rolling tide, swept out from Jiang Chen's flute in all directions!

Wherever the sound waves passed, the eaves shattered, the roof tiles exploded, and the floor tiles underfoot shattered into fragments one after another. The entire Nie Mansion trembled violently in this terrifying sound wave!

"ah--!"

"No--!"

One by one, the masters of Tianmen fell.

The sound waves entered their bodies, first causing blood to flow from their ears, then their facial features to distort, and finally their entire bodies looked like they had been blasted open from the inside of a ceramic jar—

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!

Explosions echoed one after another, and blood mist filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

In just a few breaths, dozens of Tianmen experts with considerable cultivation were all turned into pools of flesh and blood.

The divine general's body, radiating a world-destroying demonic aura, flickered wildly, withstanding the impact of the flute music—

But his face instantly turned ashen, his chest heaved violently, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Dugu Ming fared even worse. He exerted all his strength to activate the Golden Dragon Protective Energy, causing his entire body to blaze with golden light, barely managing to block the erosion of the sound waves.

But her legs were already trembling slightly, and her internal organs felt as if they had been churned up.

And Nie Renwang, Dugu Meng, Nie Qing—

He was completely unharmed.

It was as if the overwhelming sound waves automatically bypassed them, without even a wisp of wind touching them.

The god was terrified and stared intently at the white-clad figure on the eaves.

One song, dozens of lives lost.

Even he and Dugu Ming suffered a hidden loss—

But the Nie Renwang family was completely unharmed.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the person playing the flute has cultivated such profound internal energy that they can control the direction of every sound wave at will, killing whomever they want or keeping whomever they want.

This level of achievement... even he couldn't reach it.

But a divine general is still a divine general.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fear in his heart, and invoked Tianmen's greatest backer:

"I am a Heavenly Gate General! I am acting on the orders of Indra! You dare to kill my Heavenly Gate people? Aren't you afraid of death?!"

The flute music stopped abruptly.

Jiang Chen slowly put down the jade flute in his hand, looking down with an indifferent gaze as vast as the sky.

"Heavenly Gate?"

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile that was utterly contemptuous.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present:

"Even if Indra himself came, he would have to kneel and kowtow before me."

"Who...do you think you are?"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, hitting the minds of both the divine general and Dugu Ming.

Dugu Ming froze on the spot, his face filled with disbelief.

Indra—the Lord of the Heavenly Gate, a being they regard as a god.

This man actually said... that Indra would kneel before him?!

He's insane, this person is absolutely insane.

But ironically—when he said this, his tone was as calm as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.

There was no boasting, no excitement whatsoever.

It's as if he's just stating a fact.

This innate domineering aura is ten thousand times more terrifying than any roar.

The god's pupils contracted slightly.

He's lived this long, what kind of madmen hasn't he seen?

But he had never met anyone like the person in front of him who could speak such arrogant words so casually.

"My Lord General..." Dugu Ming said in a low voice, his face pale.

"This person is Jiang Chen, who is on friendly terms with Duan Lang..."

"Duan Lang's brother?" The god sneered inwardly.

Although he had heard of Duan Lang's name, he was just a martial arts alliance leader, nothing special in his eyes.

There are many martial arts alliance leaders, but there can only be one divine general!

But the person in front of me...

Mentioning the name of Indra is like calling a dog.

This disdainful demeanor is definitely not feigned.

Although the divine general is arrogant, he is not stupid.

This person killed dozens of experts in an instant with just one song; his cultivation level is unfathomable.

Before we have a clear understanding of the situation, we must not act rashly.

"Release them." Jiang Chen uttered two words calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Otherwise—die."

The moment the word "death" was uttered, the temperature in the world suddenly dropped several degrees.

An invisible killing intent instantly locked onto the Divine General and Dugu Ming, like two invisible knives held to their necks.

Dugu Ming's eyes darted around.

He suddenly grabbed Dugu Meng by the collar, pulled her in front of him, and pressed his fingers against her throat, sternly saying:

"Don't push me! If you take another step, I'll—"

Jiang Chen glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he had heard something amusing.

"You can give it a try."

Just a few words, so light and simple.

But Dugu Ming felt a bone-chilling cold rush from his spine all the way to the top of his head—

He clearly felt that if he tightened his fingers even a little more, he would be the next one to explode into a bloody mist.

Dugu Ming subconsciously looked at the divine general—he couldn't make that decision.

The god narrowed his eyes.

He didn't think he would lose.

Having lived for so many years, he has absolute confidence in his own abilities.

But he had no idea what the other party's background was.

He had witnessed the flute playing a deadly instrument, but the man's close-quarters combat skills and true killing moves were completely unknown.

Fighting a life-or-death battle against a completely unknown opponent is not brave, it's foolish.

"Release her," the general said in a deep voice.

Although Dugu Ming was filled with resentment, he dared not disobey the order.

He gritted his teeth, loosened his grip, and shoved Dugu Meng away forcefully.

"Get lost." Jiang Chen didn't even glance at them, only coldly uttering a single word.