I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"A crippled slave with his bones pierced by iron chains—does he even dare to discuss swordsmanship with me, young master?!"

"Since you don't want to live—I'll grant your wish!"

Ling Shaofeng grabbed the long sword from the bedside table, his clothes disheveled, and ran barefoot.

"Bright Moon Sword Technique - Meteor Chasing the Moon!"

This move is nothing fancy, it only has one word in it—fast!

The sword flashed without a trace, like a shooting star streaking across the long night, and in an instant it was already at the boy's throat.

Facing this deadly, swift sword strike—

The boy's arms were tightly bound by iron chains around his collarbones, making it impossible for him to defend himself.

However—his expression remained unchanged, and he didn't blink.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, he leaned back slightly and kicked out with his right foot!

clang--!

A sharp metallic clang rang out, sparks flew!

The toe struck the spine of the sword with perfect accuracy.

The fatal sword strike was deflected by a kick, narrowly missing his temple.

"What?!?"

Ling Shaofeng was shocked!

Before he could even change his tactics—

The boy lightly hooked the ground with his toe—the guard's trusted aide's sword, which had fallen to the ground, was instantly hooked and bounced up!

His body spun halfway, his right leg whipping around—

His heel struck the hilt of the longsword with perfect precision!

Whoosh-!

The longsword seemed to possess a spirit, transforming into a streak of light that pierced straight at Ling Shaofeng's wide-open abdomen!

"Controlling a sword with your feet—?!"

Ling Shaofeng was utterly shocked!

He had initially assumed that the other man, with his arms restrained, was nothing more than a slave waiting to be slaughtered.

Who would have thought that this boy's feet were ten times more nimble and agile than his hands!

Even more horrifying is—

The sword strike unleashed with this kick was incredibly fierce and fast, even stronger than the one he had swung himself!

Ling Shaofeng was terrified and rolled on the ground in a sorry state, barely managing to avoid the deadly flying sword.

As he stood up, his hair was disheveled, and his trousers had slipped down to his buttocks, making him look like a madman.

"How could this lowly slave possess such terrifying swordsmanship skills?!"

He was filled with shock and rage, and a murderous intent arose within him.

If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat!

"I'd like to see—whether your legs are faster, or my sword is faster!"

The sword's momentum suddenly changed, and countless sword shadows rained down from the sky—

"Bright Moon Sword Technique - Surrounded by Stars -!"

The sword light suddenly exploded into countless afterimages, surging in from all directions like a sky full of stars—

Each sword shadow is a "star", and Ling Shaofeng's real killing move is hidden in the very center of the thousands of stars, like the bright moon hanging high, waiting for the opportunity to strike!

Surrounded by stars, yet the bright moon is fatal.

With their escape route blocked and their vision disrupted, only that one sword strike—that was the true source of their killing intent!

The young man moved like a ghost, weaving through the impenetrable sword light.

Although his arms were crippled, his legs were incredibly powerful!

Each kick precisely targeted the weakest point of the sword shadows, using the opponent's force against them, scattering the countless "starlight" beams one by one—

And when the real killing move—"Bright Moon"—finally bursts forth from among thousands of starlight and pierces straight through!

A cold glint flashed in the boy's eyes. He suddenly pushed off with his right foot, his toes striking the spine of the sword with the force of lightning.

They crushed that fatal "bright moon" attack under their feet!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding—!

Inside the side room, the sound of metal clashing could be heard incessantly.

In just a few moves, Ling Shaofeng was already in a state of complete defeat, cold sweat pouring down his face, and his hands trembling violently.

How can this person be considered a useless person?

This is clearly a kendo monster!

Ling Shaofeng grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed, and he stumbled—finally revealing a slight opening!

The boy's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Instead of dodging, he took a step forward.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the sword in Ling Shaofeng's hand, pressing the entire longsword forcefully into the ground!

This kick—it was incredibly powerful!

Om-! !

The longsword, forged from fine steel, was bent into a full moon shape under his feet, its tip deeply embedded in the bluestone floor, emitting a mournful cry.

Ling Shaofeng was stunned, completely baffled by the boy's kick.

The next instant—the boy's toes lightly touched the sword, and an extremely pure internal force suddenly erupted!

"Swordsmanship in the Jianghu—!"

collapse--!!

The longsword, pressed into a crescent shape, suddenly rebounded and sprang up like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!

This shot was incredibly fast.

The sword trembled violently due to the spiraling energy, drawing an extremely strange arc in the air—it actually bypassed Ling Shaofeng's hasty defense!

puff--!!

A dull thud.

Blood spurted out!

The longsword, like a venomous dragon, pierced Ling Shaofeng's throat in an instant!

The immense force carried the obese body flying through the air, pinning it firmly to the mahogany pillar behind it!

"Uh...cluck...cluck..."

Ling Shaofeng's eyes widened, his hands gripping the sword blade piercing his throat tightly—

A mournful whine, like a bellows breaking, came from his throat, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth and the wound.

He stared intently at the silver-haired boy in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Finally—his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

His trousers were half-covering him—how ironic his death was.

The boy slowly withdrew his leg, and his aura instantly calmed down.

The massive iron chain piercing through his collarbone would feel like a thousand pounds on an ordinary person, but on his shoulder it was as light as a feather.

His expression was cold and stern as he lifted his leg and walked towards the bed.

Tap...tap...

The heavy footsteps sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent room.

He walked to the bedside and looked down at the girl on the bed whose face was covered in tears.

Reaching out his blood-stained hands, he first untied the ropes binding her wrists, then tore the rag from her mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Xiaomei coughed violently a few times, ignoring the bruises on her wrists from the rope, and grabbed the boy's sleeve, her eyes filled with tears:

"Little brother... thank you... thank you for saving me..."

The boy didn't speak, but simply turned his head slightly away.

Xiaomei wiped away her tears, still shaken, and looked towards the door, her voice trembling:

"What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?"

The boy's expression remained indifferent.

He peered through the broken gate at the distant, towering flames, his voice calm:

"There is someone looking for you."

Xiaomei was startled, then suddenly realized what was happening, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes:

"It's Uncle! It must be Uncle who came to save me!"

Without even putting on her shoes, she jumped off the bed and stumbled out of the dreary room, running wildly towards the front yard.

"Uncle—!! Uncle, I'm here—!!"

The piercing cries echoed throughout the night sky.

Xiaomei ran through corridor after corridor—and finally reached the front yard.

However, the scene before her eyes left her frozen in place!

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

The once magnificent Mingjian Hall has now become a battlefield of carnage.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed into small rivers.

The cold moonlight shone down from the sky, illuminating the desolate scene on the ground.

In the very center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a burly figure stood silently.

With his back to Xiaomei, the crimson aura around him had not completely dissipated—resembling a demon god standing bathed in blood.

"Uncle... Uncle..."

Xiao Mei called out in a trembling voice, her tone already trembling with sobs.

The figure trembled violently and slowly turned around.

A few drops of blood stained his cold, hard face, making it look particularly ferocious under the moonlight.

But the moment he saw Xiaomei standing there unharmed—

The overwhelming killing intent surrounding him instantly dissipated completely.

Instead, there is an indescribable complexity.

The deity strode forward, his eyes piercing, scrutinizing Xiaomei from head to toe, his voice low and hoarse:

"What...did they do to you?"

Upon hearing this question, Xiaomei's pent-up grievances and fears completely burst forth in that instant.

She burst into tears.

"Uncle—Waaaaah…that bad guy…that Ling Shaofeng…he tore my clothes…he wanted…he wanted to humiliate me…"

"Thank goodness for that silver-haired little brother—he saved me..."

Every word the girl uttered in her sobs was like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the god.

However—to everyone's surprise—

The god did not roar, rave, or erupt in anger.

He simply stood there quietly, his face as still as water, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

Only in the depths of a pair of deep eyes—it seemed as if a black flame was burning silently.

That wasn't an outburst.

It was a kind of extreme calm that was more terrifying than any outburst.

The god slowly raised his hand, reached into his robes, and took out a neatly folded strip of black cloth.

His movements were so gentle, unlike those of a demon who had just slaughtered an entire mountain gate—

Inch by inch, they covered Xiaomei's red and swollen eyes with a black cloth and tied a knot behind her head.

"Don't look." The divine general's voice was extremely soft.

"Some things—will dirty your eyes."

Before the words were finished—

Dozens more disciples, armed with weapons, rushed towards the front courtyard upon hearing the news!

Xiaomei stood quietly in place, her eyes covered, without moving an inch.

The god turned around, and the red light around him surged once more.

"Good timing."

A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his lips as he strode forward to meet him—

Slaughter has returned.

Amidst the blood mist and screams filling the air, Xiaomei stood there, like the most peaceful corner in the eye of the storm.

Every time the divine general made a move, he would intentionally or unintentionally keep the battle circle five zhang away from her.

He slaughtered while protecting her, ensuring that not a single drop of blood would spill on her.

Suddenly—

Seeing that a direct assault was hopeless, a daring disciple seized the moment when the divine general was about to strike, flashed to the flank, and thrust his sword at the blindfolded Xiao Mei!

The god didn't even turn his head, casually pointing his left hand into the void behind him.

laugh--!

A crimson fire and lightning aura shot out from the sky, as fast as lightning, and pierced the disciple's chest with perfect accuracy!

Before the man could even utter a scream, he was burned to a crisp by the fire and lightning, collapsing three zhang away from Xiaomei.

Xiaomei, however, remained quietly standing in the same spot.

She saw nothing, and she didn't need to see anything.

Because she knew—her uncle was there.