I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"You bastard—!!"

Seeing his century-old legacy publicly humiliated in front of everyone, Ling Qianshan was instantly enraged, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"This is outrageous!"

"Disciples, listen to my command—kill them all!!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Qianshan had already taken two steps back, instantly teleporting back into the inner hall with his second brother, Ling Qianhai.

Under the cover of his disciples, he temporarily avoided the onslaught of this menacing uninvited guest.

"kill--!!"

Dozens of elite disciples from the Mingjian Hall obeyed the order and moved into action.

The sword light fell like rain, weaving a dense, impenetrable net that swept down upon the divine general.

Faced with this sky full of sword shadows—

The god stood with his hands behind his back, neither dodging nor avoiding.

A contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his lips:

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree."

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!

Countless sharp swords slashed fiercely at the divine general's body, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing and sparks flying everywhere!

The disciples felt a violent tremor in their hands, as if their longswords had struck a piece of ancient black iron.

Even worse, the weapons in their hands were shattered by the recoil, the broken blades flying backward and piercing their companions, with screams echoing one after another.

The divine general's body surged with crimson light.

The body of the world-destroying demon is indestructible—how could mere mortal iron possibly harm it in the slightest?

"roll--!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap!

The divine general's fiery and thunderous aura erupted, and a terrifying crimson wave of energy swept wildly outwards from him!

boom--!!

The violent shockwave, like a furious dragon turning over, instantly engulfed everything around it.

The hard bluestone plaza beneath our feet is cracking inch by inch.

The flying stones spread wildly in all directions like a spider web.

The two majestic stone lions on either side of the mountain gate shattered into countless pieces under the force of this energy.

The majestic Mingjian Hall mountain gate—

It collapsed under this destructive force.

The massive stone pillar broke, rubble flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.

The disciples who attacked didn't even have time to let out a scream—

They were blasted away by the violent shockwave mixed with gravel.

While still in mid-air, he was already spitting blood and his bones were shattered.

Like kites with broken strings, they fell to the ground and disappeared without a sound.

In the blink of an eye—

The dozens of disciples who had been so aggressive were now all lying on the ground.

The area in front of the mountain gate was a complete ruin.

The god walked forward expressionlessly.

The crunching sound of footsteps on rubble and blood was particularly jarring in the desolate ruins.

Ahead—

Dozens more fearless Mingjian Hall disciples roared and charged forward, trying to stop this god of death.

The god didn't even glance at them.

With a casual flick of the wrist—I swung a finger.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle—!

The fiery and thunderous energy transformed into streaks of crimson light, like the scythe of death, reaping one life after another.

One step kills ten people.

He left no trace for a thousand miles.

Where God will pass—

Limbs and severed arms flew about, and blood stained the long steps.

No one could stop him even for a moment; anyone who came within five zhang of him was instantly turned into a pile of fire.

In a short while—

He had already traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, approaching the inner hall of the Mingjian Hall.

The god stood before the great hall, his eyes like lightning, scanning left and right.

But Xiaomei's familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

His anxiety intensified.

The murderous aura surrounding him surged even more violently—

The more he couldn't find Xiaomei's whereabouts, the stronger his ominous premonition became.

"This is outrageous!"

"I have no adopted daughter here—prepare to die!"

A sharp shout.

Ling Qianshan, wielding a purple-gold longsword, burst out of the inner hall!

His figure moved like lightning, his sword flashed like a rainbow—

This sword strike was incredibly fast, as if it had torn the air itself apart, aiming straight for the general's throat!

Faced with this lightning-fast sword strike—

The god remained indifferent, neither dodging nor flinching.

Just as the sword's edge was about to strike, he suddenly reached out!

Ding--!

A crisp sound.

The breathtakingly fast sword tip was firmly held between the god's two fingers, making it impossible for it to advance even an inch further!

Ling Qianshan was horrified!

He felt as if the sword in his hand had been cast into a wall of copper and iron, and no matter how hard he tried to exert his internal energy, it did not budge!

The god looked at Ling Qianshan, whose face was filled with terror, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Can't even protect his own sword—"

"You dare use a sword?"

Before the words were even finished!

The fiery and thunderous energy at his fingertips suddenly erupted!

collapse--!!

The longsword shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

Immediately afterwards—

The god transformed his fingers into a palm and struck Ling Qianshan's chest with it.

boom!!

Ling Qianshan didn't even have time to let out a scream—

His sternum shattered, and he flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into a pillar behind him before sliding down it.

He died on the spot.

The god withdrew his hand.

Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, he strode across the threshold and barged into the inner hall.

A corner of the courtyard outside the inner hall.

The silver-haired boy, hidden in the shadows at the base of the wall, watched in horror through the crack of the half-open courtyard gate as the god-like man burst into the inner hall.

The two fine iron clasps on the lapels were now trembling slightly.

The sword intent that had been forcibly suppressed within his body seemed to be stirred up by the killing intent of the divine general.

"He's looking for someone..."

The boy thought to himself.

He observed very carefully—

Although the man was ruthless and decisive in his killings, exuding a murderous aura, his eyes were always scanning and searching.

Anxious and uneasy.

They are clearly looking for someone extremely important.

A thought flashed through the boy's mind—

Could it be—

Is it that girl who often casts sympathetic glances at me from a distance by the river?

During the day, he vaguely heard Ling Shaofeng mention to his subordinates that "he brought a little girl back from the backyard."

He didn't think much of it at the time—

Connecting the two events at this moment, the boy's heart sank.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the front hall, when no one was paying attention to this place—

The boy crouched low, like a nimble cat, and slipped silently toward the backyard.

He wanted to find the little girl before that man did.

Just turned the corner—

He then saw a trusted subordinate pacing anxiously back and forth at the door of an exquisitely decorated room in the backyard.

Inside the house——

A woman's suppressed sobs and cries for help could be faintly heard.

The confidant's face turned deathly pale as he listened to the deafening roar coming from the front yard.

Finally, unable to resist, he stepped forward and knocked on the door, calling out urgently:

"Young Master—! Young Master, come out quickly—!"

"Something terrible seems to have happened outside—the sect leader and the others…"

"roll--!!"

A furious curse came from inside the room.

Immediately afterwards—

It was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together.

Ling Shaofeng was unbuckling his belt; his pants were already halfway down.

Startled by the sudden knocking, he instantly flew into a rage:

"Damn it—! Can't you see I'm about to get down to business?!"

"Even if the sky falls, you're on my side! We'll talk after I'm done having my fun!"

"Get lost—!"

Ling Shaofeng, who usually prides himself on being a womanizer, is now showing his true beastly nature.

He casually tossed his brocade robe on the ground, and his trousers were pulled down to his knees, revealing two white, fleshy thighs.

He looked like a boar in heat, pressing down on her relentlessly.

He grinned maliciously, his breath reeking of alcohol, which hit Xiaomei in the face.

"Hehe—little beauty, don't struggle..."

Xiaomei twisted her body desperately, kicking her legs wildly, trying to kick the beast off her.

Ling Shaofeng was enraged by the kick, slapped Xiaomei across the face, and grinned:

"She's just a country bumpkin—what's she pretending to be, a virtuous and chaste woman?"

"Tonight—you'll obediently serve this young master!"

on the bed.

Xiaomei's hands were tied to the headboard with ropes, and her arms were forced to be spread out in a wide arc, making her feel extremely humiliated.

With a rag stuffed in his mouth, he could only let out one desperate sob after another.

Her clear eyes filled with tears, and her delicate body writhed desperately—

But her struggles were like those of a fish on a chopping board.

Despair washed over us like a tidal wave.

Just as Ling Shaofeng was consumed by lust—

boom--!!

A thunderclap from nowhere!

The two heavy nanmu wood doors shattered in an instant, turning into a shower of wood chips!

Amidst the swirling smoke and dust, a dark figure flew backwards into the room and crashed heavily onto the floor.

It was his trusted confidant who was guarding the door.

His sternum was shattered, blood gushed out, and he died on the spot before he could even let out a scream.

Unexpected changes occurred!

Although Ling Shaofeng was a ruthless killer, this blow came so suddenly that he couldn't help but be startled.

Caught off guard, he instantly became listless.

He sprawled awkwardly off the bed, his face showing no fear—only rage at having his plans ruined.

He pulled up his trousers with both hands and roared like thunder:

"Who—?! Which bastard dares to ruin my good time?!"

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A solitary figure appeared at the doorway, with snow-white hair.

In those cold eyes, only a boundless sword intent burned fiercely!

The silver-haired boy's gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the disheveled Ling Shaofeng, then glancing at the humiliated girl on the bed—

In an instant, the gaze in his eyes turned into a sharp sword, exuding a murderous aura!

Ling Shaofeng, pulling up his trousers, took a closer look, was first stunned, then laughed in fury:

"Who do we have here—it's you, you lowly lackey!"

He pointed at the boy, his face full of disdain:

"I'm already doing you a favor by making you chop wood and carry water every day, and even giving you a meal is a great kindness from me!"

"Who gave you the audacity to break into my bedroom?!"

The boy remained silent.

His gaze was icy as he swept over the gleaming sword on the bedside table, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt.

"Those who lack virtue in their hearts are unworthy to wield a sword."

His voice was hoarse, and his words were sharp and forceful.

"As a swordsman, to do such a despicable thing, you—disgrace the sword."

"shut up--!!"

His shameful act was witnessed, and he was further humiliated in front of a cripple. Ling Shaofeng was filled with shame and indignation, and his murderous intent surged.