I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Insolence!" Xue Antian roared in fury, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Why should my master need to lift a finger at Luoma Slope!"

"Giddy up!" With a loud shout, Xue Antian spurred his horse, and the warhorse, in pain, charged toward Luoma Slope like an arrow released from a bow.

"You're asking for it!" The henchmen on the fence smirked cruelly at the sight.

Just as Xue Antian rushed halfway up the slope—

Puff puff!

A sudden change has occurred!

Suddenly, countless hands emerged from the once smooth soil, wielding sharp swords and blades, and viciously slashed at the warhorse's limbs!

Herod!

The warhorse let out a piercing scream as all four hooves snapped off, and blood gushed out!

Xue Antian was thrown violently away, flying backwards.

"snort."

Bu Jingyun, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, finally made his move.

He reached out with one hand and caught Xue Antian flying back, as easily and effortlessly as catching a falling leaf.

Immediately, his internal energy circulated wildly, flowing down his legs and into the warhorse beneath him.

"roar--!"

As if stimulated by something, the warhorse's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and it let out a roar like a wild beast. A visible wave of air even rose from its four hooves!

"Giddy up!" Bu Jingyun lifted Xue Antian with one hand and squeezed his legs together.

boom!

The warhorse, like a heavy tank, charged up Luoma Slope with an indomitable momentum!

Puff puff puff—!

Click, click—!

Where the horse's hooves passed, dirt flew and blood splattered everywhere!

The swordsmen, who were lying in ambush in the mud, didn't even have time to scream before their bones were broken and their chests crushed by the hooves of the horse, which were carrying terrifying true energy!

For a time, screams echoed across Luoma Slope, making it feel like a living hell.

"What?!" The smiles on the faces of the henchmen on the fence froze instantly, replaced by endless terror.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Quickly! Fire the arrows! Fire the arrows!"

However, it was all too late.

Just a few feet from the top of the slope, Bu Jingyun suddenly pulled on the reins.

"rise!"

Herod!

With a long neigh, the warhorse stomped its hooves and leaped across several meters, landing with a thud inside the fence at the top of the slope!

"Die!" Bu Jingyun held Xue Antian in one hand, while his other hand transformed into a sky full of palm shadows, unleashing the Cloud-Dispelling Palm!

Boom boom boom—!

The palm strike swept out like a raging torrent, and wherever it passed, whether people or horses, they were all blasted into mincemeat!

At this moment, Bu Jingyun was like a god of death who had walked out of hell, killing gods and Buddhas alike!

In a short time, the slope of Luoma was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

Bu Jingyun rode his warhorse, trampling over corpses, charging forward and killing all who stood against him.

Soon, a towering and majestic city wall came into view.

On the city wall, three powerful characters were clearly engraved—

Liancheng Village!!

A few days later, at Xinghua Tower.

This is an extremely luxurious brothel, frequented by high-ranking officials, nobles, and江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes).

At this moment, in an elegant room, Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun sat facing each other. The table was full of delicacies, but neither of them seemed to have any appetite.

"Master, what exactly happened in the battle at Liancheng Village that day?" Dugu Ming picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and asked with a solemn expression.

Although he had already received the battle report, he still wanted to hear the account from Shi Wuzun, who had experienced it firsthand.

Venerable Shi Wuzun sighed, put down his prayer beads, and said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, Young City Lord, Bu Jingyun... he's simply inhuman!"

"Oh?" Dugu Ming raised an eyebrow.

"Although this humble monk has mastered the Tathagata Palm technique to a high degree, and considers himself a figure of some importance in the martial world, in front of Bu Jingyun..." Shi Wuzun gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "I was completely suppressed and had no power to fight back! If this humble monk had not seized the opportunity to escape quickly, I would probably have already become a dead soul under his palm."

Recalling the scene at Liancheng Village that day, Shi Wuzun still feels lingering fear.

Bu Jingyun's overwhelming palm strike, with its murderous aura that seemed capable of destroying everything, was simply a nightmare.

"Even the Grandmaster is no match for him..." Dugu Ming's face darkened further.

Shi Wuzun is the protector of Wushuang City. His martial arts skills are unfathomable, and even he is ashamed of his inferiority. How terrifying must Bu Jingyun's strength be?

"Bu Jingyun's Cloud-Dispelling Palm seems to have transcended the realm of mere techniques, reaching a level of 'intention'," Shi Wuzun mused. "Moreover, this man is extremely bloodthirsty; his attacks are always deadly, showing no mercy. For the World Society to possess such a ruthless general is a great threat to our efforts to revive Wushuang City!"

Dugu Ming nodded, about to speak, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to a screen not far away.

The screen is extremely large, and it is painted with a "Hundred Beauties" picture, which is exquisitely painted and lifelike.

Through the gaps in the screen, one could vaguely see a huge bathtub behind it, steaming and filled with swirling smoke.

Inside the bathtub, there appeared to be an old man lying down.

Around the bathtub, several graceful, naked young women were serving him.

"Mmm... Ah..."

Behind the screen, the soft moans and pleasurable breaths of a woman could be heard from time to time, which seemed out of place in the elegant room, yet carried a strange and decadent atmosphere.

Following Dugu Ming's gaze, Shi Wuzun's face showed a look of shock and disbelief.

"Young City Lord, this..." Shi Wuzun lowered his voice, a hint of doubt in his tone, "The one behind the screen, is that the legendary... Sword Saint Senior?"

Dugu Ming nodded, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "It is indeed my uncle."

"This..." Venerable Shi Wu was dumbfounded.

Sword Saint Dugu Jian!

He was a legend in the martial arts world, a grandmaster revered by the world!

Legend has it that he was obsessed with swords and devoted to them throughout his life, reaching the highest realm of "having no sword in hand but a sword in heart".

In Shi Wuzun's imagination, the Sword Saint should be a peerless master who is otherworldly and detached from worldly affairs.

But what I'm seeing now...

This is hardly a wise man; he's clearly just a lecherous old man indulging in wine and women, living a life of unbridled debauchery!

"Master, are you surprised?" Dugu Ming seemed to see through Shi Wuzun's thoughts and said with a wry smile, "Actually, when I first saw my uncle like this, I was just as shocked as you."

Shi Wuzun coughed awkwardly, quickly looked away, and whispered "Amitabha".

Just then—

"Ah—!!" A heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from behind the screen!

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

"No! Please spare me, senior!"

"Help—!"

The pleasurable moans instantly turned into terrified pleas for mercy and desperate screams.

puff!puff!puff!

A dull thud sounded, the sound of flesh being struck heavily.

Then, everything fell silent.

Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun's expressions changed drastically, and they suddenly stood up.

Behind the screen, the old man slowly stood up.

He was thin and frail, with loose skin and sparse white hair, looking like an ordinary old man on his deathbed.

However, he exuded a suffocatingly terrifying aura!

He casually grabbed a large robe and draped it over his shoulders, then walked out from behind the screen, barefoot.

Behind him, the huge bathtub was stained red with blood.

Several young women who had been so sweet and affectionate just moments before were now cold corpses, lying haphazardly in pools of blood.

Their eyes were wide open, and extreme terror lingered on their faces, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing before they died.

The old man's face was expressionless, showing neither the pleasure of killing nor the slightest pity.

He looked as if he had just swatted a few flies, his expression indifferent and his eyes vacant.

"Uncle...?" Dugu Ming swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.

Is this even human?

They were being tender just a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye they've turned on each other with deadly force!

This is utterly treating human life like dirt!

The Sword Saint slowly raised his head, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes, and coldly glanced at the two of them.

In an instant, Shi Wuzun felt as if he were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast. His hair stood on end, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

What a terrifying murderous aura!

What pure sword intent!

This is the world of martial arts.

In the eyes of the strong, the lives of the weak are truly like roadside weeds, which can be cut down at will and are utterly worthless.