I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Ming'er," the Sword Saint spoke, his voice hoarse and grating, like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together, "You just said that Bu Jingyun is very strong?"

Dugu Ming quickly bowed and said, "Yes! This person is highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless. Even Protector Shi is no match for him."

"Very good." The Sword Saint's lips curled up slightly, forming a cruel arc. He stretched out his withered fingers and lightly flicked off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

"The reason I sent you and Protector Shi to test the waters was to find out their true strength. Now it seems that these two are indeed quite capable."

The swordsman's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his voice was icy cold.

"Now that the test is over, I will personally send them on their way and use their heads to appease the souls of the fallen in Wushuang City!"

Inside another luxurious private room in Xinghualou.

Two enormous bathtubs stood side by side, steam rising from them.

Jiang Chen and Duan Lang lay comfortably inside.

Beside them, several graceful and beautiful women were attentively serving them.

However, the atmosphere here was much more harmonious than that on the Sword Saint's side, with a languid, enchanting air.

Jiang Chen leaned against the barrel wall, his eyes slightly closed, in a state of "sage mode" of blankness.

"After all these years of time travel, I've finally had my fill of meat..." he thought to himself.

In his previous life, he was quite the experienced driver. After transmigrating to this turbulent world, in order to survive, he stayed in the World Society as a handyman and lived a simple and abstinent life as a monk.

Now that I'm following Duan Lang out into the world, I'm finally getting to experience the joys and sorrows of being a "hero in the martial arts world."

Although these women were merely courtesans, it must be said that the service at Xinghualou was indeed attentive and unforgettable.

In fact, as soon as they entered Xinghua Tower, Jiang Chen's "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye" had already sensed that terrifying aura.

Sword Saint Dugu Jian.

However, he did not make a fuss about it.

Duan Lang was resting with his eyes closed, enjoying the massage from the woman behind him, and was obviously unaware of the presence of the killing god.

Just then—

boom!

A terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted, though it vanished in an instant, but to a master, it was as piercing as thunder in the night.

It was a trace of aura that the Sword Saint released when he killed several women.

Whoosh!

Duan Lang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light, and instantly stood up from the bathtub.

Water splashed everywhere.

His strong, well-defined muscles gleamed with a bronze sheen in the candlelight, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Chen also slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the water.

Compared to Duan Lang's sharp and outspoken nature, Jiang Chen's physique appears more balanced and slender. He seems unassuming, but upon closer inspection, one can discover that every muscle in his body contains astonishing explosive power, like a lurking cheetah.

"Ah..." The women serving around them gasped in surprise at the sight, their faces flushed with embarrassment, but their eyes remained fixed on the scene.

These two young men were not only generous and handsome, but their figures were also so striking that they made people blush and their hearts race. They were exactly the kind of patrons that women dreamed of.

"Such powerful sword intent!" Ignoring the gazes of the women around him, Duan Lang turned to Jiang Chen, his expression grave. "Jiang Chen, could you feel it?"

Jiang Chen slowly wiped the water droplets off his body and said calmly, "Hmm, deathly still, cold, and ruthless. I can't think of anyone else besides the Sword Saint who can match this sword intent."

"It really was him!" A hint of excitement flashed in Duan Lang's eyes.

He casually grabbed a robe from the hanger and put it on with practiced ease, concealing the body that women adored.

Jiang Chen also dressed neatly, reverting to his lazy and casual demeanor, and followed behind Duan Lang.

The two pushed open the door and went straight to the room where the Sword Saint was.

dong dong dong.

Duan Lang reached out and knocked on the door.

Inside the room, the Sword Saint had just finished saying the words "sacrifice the sword" when he heard a knock on the door, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun were taken aback. At this moment, who would dare to disturb them?

"Come in," came the swordsman's hoarse voice.

Duan Lang pushed open the door and entered, with Jiang Chen following closely behind.

"Junior Duan Lang greets Senior Sword Saint." Duan Lang clasped his hands in a salute, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

Upon seeing Duan Lang, Dugu Ming's eyes lit up with joy, and he called out, "Brother Duan!"

The Sword Saint's cloudy old eyes sized up Duan Lang, and he nodded slightly: "It's you."

Duan Lang once exchanged the "Blazing Sun Sword Technique" for the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" with the Sword Saint. Although the two were not close, they had a period of "sword affinity" and could be considered as half "sword friends".

Duan Lang clasped his hands in greeting and said, "It is indeed this junior."

Dugu Ming interjected, "Brother Duan, you've come at the right time! My uncle is preparing to personally eliminate this menace, Bu Jingyun. You also have a grudge against the World Society, so why don't you join forces with us to deal with Bu Jingyun?"

"Bu Jingyun?" A cold glint flashed in Duan Lang's eyes as he sneered, "This man has been a tyrant in the martial world, committing countless evils. His reputation is utterly infamous. Though I am not talented, I am willing to lend you a hand, senior, to slay this fiend and rid the martial world of this scourge!"

He paused, then added, "Moreover, Bu Jingyun is Xiong Ba's henchman. To deal with Xiong Ba, we must first cripple his wings!"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Ming was overjoyed: "Excellent! With Brother Duan's help, Bu Jingyun has no chance of escaping!"

He greatly admired Duan Lang's strength. If Duan Lang and the Sword Saint joined forces, even if Bu Jingyun had three heads and six arms, he would surely die!

The Sword Saint gave Duan Lang a deep look, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Alright, since you have this intention, I'll count you in."

a few days later.

An uninvited guest arrived in an unknown small town.

Wearing a bright red cloak, Bu Jingyun walked alone on the empty street with a cold expression.

His steps were steady and powerful, each step seemingly landing on a unique rhythm.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

Because ten feet ahead, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

A young man dressed in fine clothes, holding a folding fan, with a mocking smile on his lips, was coldly watching him.

Dugu Ming, the young lord of Wushuang City!

Bu Jingyun frowned slightly, but did not speak. He simply turned around slowly.

Ten feet behind them, another figure appeared.

He was a monk wearing a kasaya, holding a staff, with a compassionate face, but his eyes flashed with a sharp killing intent.

Protector of Wushuang City, Venerable Shiwu!

They blocked Bu Jingyun's retreat completely, one in front and one behind.

"You are Bu Jingyun?" Dugu Ming closed his folding fan, tapped his palm lightly, and brazenly sized up the legendary "Uncrying Death God" before him. "Seeing is believing. You really do have a deadpan face."

Bu Jingyun remained silent, but a dangerous glint gradually appeared in his cold eyes.

He sensed danger.

Since these two dared to block the road here, they must have come prepared.

"Amitabha," the Venerable Shi Wuzun chanted a Buddhist prayer, then said in a deep voice, "Bu Jingyun, how have you been since we parted ways at Liancheng Village? That palm strike you received—this humble monk will today reclaim it with interest!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Bu Jingyun finally spoke, his voice still as cold as ever. "If you want war, then let's fight!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly exploded, and his bright red cloak moved without wind, fluttering loudly.

A thick cloud of mist instantly spread out, enveloping his entire body, making it difficult to discern whether it was real or illusory.

"Attack!" Dugu Ming shouted, launching the first attack.

With a flash, he moved like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, unleashing a powerful kick at Bu Jingyun!

Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg!

At the same time, Shi Wuzun behind him also moved.

He slammed his staff into the ground with a loud thud, and used the force to leap into the air, his palms shooting out in a burst of golden light!

Buddha's Palm!

Two top experts attacked from the front and the back simultaneously!

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm!" Bu Jingyun shouted, unleashing both palms simultaneously.

He met Dugu Ming's leg strike with his left palm and struck Shi Wuzun's palm strike with his right palm.

Rumble—!

Three terrifying forces collided violently in the middle of the street, producing a deafening roar.

A violent burst of energy erupted outwards, instantly engulfing the surroundings.

Click, click!

The houses on both sides of the street collapsed and shattered instantly under the impact of this force, as if they were made of paper.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and tiles shattered!

The bluestone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, turning into countless fragments of stone, which, driven by the gale, shot out in all directions like cannonballs!

Sand and stones flew everywhere, obscuring the sky and the sun!

At that moment, the entire street seemed to have transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

On the second floor of a restaurant not far from the battlefield.

Jiang Chen and Duan Lang were sitting by the window, holding teacups, watching the fierce battle below with a contented expression.

"Tsk tsk, Bu Jingyun is indeed formidable." Jiang Chen took a sip of tea and exclaimed, "He can still hold his own against two top masters."

Duan Lang sneered, "Hmph, it's nothing more than a desperate struggle. Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun are just appetizers; the real main course is yet to come."