I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

This finger strike, named "Urgent Strike," is the strongest of the Three Divine Finger techniques. Its speed and power are so great that the air itself makes a tearing sound like cloth being ripped apart!

Before the finger force even arrived, a visible vacuum ripple had already spread outwards, turning everything in its path, from rocks to trees, into nothingness!

"Is this the move you specially created to restrain your disciple? It's ruthless indeed." Facing this earth-shattering finger strike, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with disdain. "Unfortunately, it's ineffective against me."

Before he finished speaking, he also extended a finger and pointed at the force of the finger.

Ding!

The fingertips collided, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing.

Rumble—!

An extremely terrifying shockwave emanated from the two of them and spread wildly outwards!

The dense forest within a radius of several hundred feet was instantly leveled, and three feet of the ground were scraped away, leaving a huge crater!

"Pfft!" Xiong Ba felt an unparalleled force surge into his body through his fingers, shaking his internal organs and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Chen remained motionless, as steady as Mount Tai, with even the ground beneath his feet completely undamaged, as if the power of that finger strike had been completely neutralized by him.

"You...you..." Xiong Ba clutched his chest, staggered backward, his eyes filled with terror.

We lost!

A complete and utter defeat!

Whether it's the Three Absolutes, the Threefold Return to Origin Qi, or the final Threefold Divine Finger, they are all like child's play in front of this mysterious person!

"Xiong Ba, you've lost." Jiang Chen withdrew his finger and looked at Xiong Ba calmly.

At this moment, Xiong Ba's martial arts skills were no longer a secret to him.

Having achieved his goal, Jiang Chen had no intention of wasting any more time.

He looked at Xiong Ba, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

After all, Xiong Ba is the destined villain of this world. If we kill him now, it may cause unpredictable changes.

However, while the death penalty may be spared, punishment is inevitable!

Jiang Chen flashed and instantly appeared in front of Xiong Ba, slamming a palm heavily into his chest.

boom!

Xiong Ba let out a miserable scream as he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through more than a dozen large trees before finally slamming heavily into a mountain wall, where he became embedded.

"Pfft—!" Xiong Ba spat out another mouthful of blood, his aura instantly weakening to the extreme, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe injury.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his internal energy was surging wildly and he couldn't gather it at all.

As Jiang Chen approached step by step, a hint of despair finally appeared in Xiong Ba's eyes.

The other party is about to kill.

However, Jiang Chen ignored him and walked straight to the Mud Buddha grandfather and grandson.

"Let's go." Jiang Chen picked up the clay Buddha with one hand and the little girl with the other.

The next moment, to Xiong Ba's incredulous gaze, Jiang Chen slowly rose into the air, flying without any leverage!

"Fly...fly?!" Xiong Ba's eyes widened, his mouth agape, as if he had seen a ghost.

He had seen many light-footed skills such as "walking on snow without leaving a trace" and "walking on water without leaving a trace," and he could even achieve brief periods of airtime himself.

But he had never seen or even heard of anything like flying through the air like an immortal, which was completely contrary to common sense!

"This...this could be the legendary...shattering the void?!"

Xiong Ba muttered to himself, the shock in his heart was simply indescribable.

Jiang Chen carried the two people, his figure as swift as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had covered several miles, finally landing steadily on a covered boat in the middle of the river.

"Thank you so much for saving my life!" As soon as she landed, the little girl knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Chen repeatedly, her childish voice trembling with relief at surviving such a disaster.

Jiang Chen reached out to support her, and a gentle force lifted her up.

"No need for formalities." Jiang Chen deliberately lowered his voice, making it sound hoarse and mysterious. "Xiong Ba has been severely injured by me and is unable to catch up in the short term. You should leave quickly and find a secluded place to hide."

"Yes, yes! Thank you so much, benefactor!" The little girl was moved to tears.

The clay bodhisattva beside him looked dazed, as if it had lost its soul.

He stared intently at Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible... how is this possible..." the Mud Bodhisattva muttered to himself, "I clearly foresaw that I would die at the hands of Xiong Ba today, it was my destiny! Why... why did something change?!"

He had devoted his life to studying fortune-telling and knew that destiny was difficult to defy. Yet today, this seemingly inescapable fate had been miraculously broken by this mysterious man before him!

"Who exactly is this person? How can he defy fate?!" Driven by an intense thirst for knowledge, Mud Bodhisattva couldn't help but count on his fingers, trying to deduce the origin and destiny of the mysterious person before him.

however--

"puff--!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, an extremely terrifying backlash suddenly struck!

Mud Bodhisattva felt as if struck by lightning in his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly weakening himself.

"Hmm?" Jiang Chen frowned slightly, looking at the mud bodhisattva who had suddenly vomited blood with some confusion.

"Old man, what's wrong with you...?" Jiang Chen thought to himself, he was quite steady when he was carrying the man, and he didn't shake him at all, so why did he suddenly vomit blood? Could it be that he was injured by Xiong Ba's palm strike just now?

"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Mud Bodhisattva wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze towards Jiang Chen filled with deep awe and fear.

I can't figure it out!

It's impossible to calculate!

The person before me is like a fog, or a bottomless black hole. Not only can I not see any destiny, but even a glimpse of him will bring a crazy backlash from the Heavenly Dao!

This person is outside the Five Elements and transcends the Three Realms!

"Thank you for your concern, benefactor. I am just... suffering from a relapse of an old ailment," the Mud Bodhisattva said tremblingly, no longer daring to harbor any further thoughts of seeking information.

"In that case, you'd better take care of yourself." Jiang Chen didn't ask any more questions and nodded.

"Farewell." Before the words were even finished, Jiang Chen's figure flickered, and he instantly transformed into a wisp of breeze, disappearing onto the vast river surface as if he had never existed.

Only the clay Buddha statues of the grandfather and grandson remained, kneeling and worshipping over the river for a long time.

The night was deep over the river.

A lone awning boat bobs on the river, seemingly the only duckweed in the world.

Duan Lang stood alone at the bow of the ship, gazing in the direction Nie Feng had left, his eyes deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

Just then—

call!

A gentle breeze swept by, and the lights at the bow of the ship flickered slightly.

Duan Lang felt a blur before his eyes, and a figure dressed in white appeared out of thin air beside him.

The newcomer was tall and elegant, with an otherworldly air about him. His white robes fluttered in the night wind, making him seem like a celestial being descending to earth.

It was Jiang Chen.

By this time, he had already changed out of his black-clad, masked attire and returned to his usual calm and collected demeanor.

"You're back." Duan Lang didn't even turn his head, as if he was already used to Jiang Chen's unpredictable appearances and disappearances.

"Hmm." Jiang Chen responded indifferently, his gaze sweeping across the empty cabin. "Nie Feng is gone?"

"I'm leaving." Duan Lang sheathed his Fire Kirin Sword, turned around, and stared intently at Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen, I'm going to find the Sword Saint." Duan Lang got straight to the point without any preamble. "Only the Sword Saint can kill Xiong Ba."

"Okay." Jiang Chen patted Duan Lang on the shoulder. "Let's go then."

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

The lone boat turned around and disappeared into the vast night.