I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Taking advantage of this bloody chaos—

Long'er moved with lightning speed, silently passing through corridor after corridor, heading straight for the armory on the back mountain.

He walked the familiar path he used to take every day to sweep, scatter firewood, and do it again, but this time, he felt a different kind of emotion.

He knew that from now on, he would no longer have to embark on this path as an "abolished slave".

The armory door was tightly shut, and the copper lock was worn and faded.

Long'er lifted her foot, secretly releasing her strength.

boom--!

The heavy wooden door swung open, sending dust flying.

The room was filled with a dazzling array of weapons: swords, spears, halberds, and daggers, all gleaming coldly.

However, Long'er didn't look to the side and walked straight to a wooden shelf in the far corner of the room.

On the wooden frame—

A long sword lay there all alone.

The scabbard was ancient and dull in color, covered with a thick layer of dust.

That was his beloved sword, which Ling Qianshan had confiscated and carelessly tossed here when he was a slave in the Mingjian Hall.

This sword has been with him all this time; it is a keepsake left by his biological father.

Long'er stretched out her trembling hands and gently stroked the sword.

The icy gaze in his eyes softened with a long-lost warmth at this moment.

"Old buddy..."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

His five fingers suddenly tightened, gripping the sword hilt.

choke--!

Longsword drawn!

A clear, resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar, illuminated the dimness of the room.

The sword's blade was like a pool of autumn water, cold and intimidating—without a trace of rust.

It's as if this period of time, covered in dust, was just to await this moment of reunion.

With her sword in hand, Long'er's aura suddenly changed!

He was no longer a lowly servant, but a peerless swordsman with unparalleled brilliance.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on the two massive iron locks that bound his collarbones.

These locks were meant to lock him up for a full ten years.

An old bet—to draw a line in the sand and imprison ourselves.

However, today, Mingjian Hall is about to be destroyed—and this bet has lost its validity.

He flicked his wrist, and the sword flashed like lightning.

Clang! Clang—!

Two crisp sounds, sparks flying everywhere!

The seemingly indestructible iron chain snapped like tofu under the unparalleled sharpness of the longsword in his hand, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Long'er stretched her shoulders, and her bones made a series of popping sounds.

A long-lost feeling of extreme relaxation instantly spread throughout his body—

The internal energy that had been dormant within him for so long surged forth like a river that had been accumulating for many years bursting its banks.

"call……"

He exhaled a breath of stale air.

Long'er's gaze was sharp as lightning, fixed on a gloomy dungeon deep within the Mingjian Hall.

A chilling wind blew in through the dungeon entrance.

Two guards, each wielding a long sword, were watching the front yard with tense expressions.

The towering flames and overwhelming murderous aura in the front yard kept them completely focused.

Suddenly—

A figure sped towards us!

Silver hair flying, long sword in hand, exuding a murderous aura.

The two guards were startled and shouted sternly:

"Halt! This is forbidden territory—trespassers will be killed!"

"roll."

Long'er coldly uttered a single word, but her footsteps became even faster.

"court death--!"

The two guards were enraged and swung their swords to strike.

Long'er didn't even look, and casually swung the long sword in her hand.

brush--!

A sword light of breathtaking beauty pierced the night sky, swift as a startled swan.

The two guards stopped abruptly, their eyes wide with terror.

They saw it, but they didn't even realize what they had seen.

The next moment—

A thin line of blood appeared on her neck.

Pfft! Pfft—!

Blood gushed out, two heads flew into the air, and the body fell to the ground.

Long'er had already stepped over the two corpses and arrived at the prison door made of refined iron.

This prison door was forged from black iron, making it incredibly thick and heavy, and ordinary swords and knives could hardly damage it.

Long'er took a deep breath and poured her inner strength into the sword.

With a single slash, sword energy surged forth!

Click—!

The lock, as thick as a child's arm, snapped instantly, and the prison door burst open with a bang.

Long'er strode into the prison.

The prison was dark and damp, with a pungent musty smell.

By the faint glow of the fire on the wall, two figures could be seen huddled on a pile of hay in the corner.

A man and a woman, dressed in rags, their hair disheveled, their hands and feet bound by heavy shackles, their appearance emaciated—

It has long lost the brilliance it once had in the martial arts world.

These are Long'er's adoptive parents—Long Xiu and Feng Wu.

Hearing the noise, the two men struggled to lift their heads, their cloudy eyes filled with vigilance.

But when they saw the person's face clearly—both of them trembled violently at the same time!

"Dragon... Dragon's son?"

Fengwu called out in a trembling voice, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

She reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch Long'er's face, but stopped halfway.

Long'er's expression was indifferent; he merely nodded slightly.

"The Mingjian Hall is about to be destroyed." His voice was utterly calm.

"I'm going that way anyway—I'll give you a ride away."

Despite seeing her parents in such a terrible state, Long'er remained unusually calm.

He knew his heart no longer belonged to the mortal world.

At this moment, his heart was filled with nothing but the way of the sword.

A few months ago——

Young and arrogant, he was confident that his swordsmanship had reached the level of a grandmaster, so he came alone to challenge Ling Qianshan, the leader of Mingjian Hall.

That battle was earth-shattering.

With his extraordinary talent, he once suppressed Ling Qianshan, forcing him to retreat step by step, and it seemed that he was about to defeat his opponent completely.

But who could have imagined—

Ling Qianshan was despicable and shameless; he had secretly sent his men to capture Long Xiu and Feng Wu with sleeping pills.

At the most crucial moment of the final battle—

Ling Qianshan's men escorted the two men, whose internal energy had been crippled, to the sidelines.

Upon seeing his adoptive parents being restrained, Long'er was thrown into disarray, and his swordplay instantly became chaotic.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Qianshan launched a counterattack, knocking the longsword out of his hand with a single strike!

"mean--!"

Long'er glared at him angrily, her face full of resentment.

Ling Qianshan sheathed his sword and stood there, sneering:

"They've merely lost all their internal energy; their lives are not in danger. It's your own fault for being distracted and not focusing on your swordplay!"

"The moment the sword leaves your hand, you have lost."

Long'er looked at her empty hands and smiled bitterly.

"That's right... Once the sword leaves my hand—I have lost."

A bet's a bet, and you have to accept the consequences!

Having been defeated, he willingly sealed his own body and, as agreed, served as a slave in the Mingjian Hall for ten years, at the beck and call of others.

For the past few months, he chopped wood and carried water day and night, enduring all kinds of bullying from Ling Shaofeng.

But he gritted his teeth and endured it, just to keep a swordsman's promise.

However, today—the fate of Mingjian Hall has run its course.

This ten-year agreement naturally vanished into thin air.

Long Xiu looked at her adopted son and felt completely unfamiliar with him.

The passionate young man of yesteryear has now become like the sharp sword in his hand—cold, razor-sharp, and unapproachable.

Long'er said no more and flicked his longsword.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword flashed again.

The shackles shatter—the trapped dragon ascends to heaven!

The three of them walked out of the dungeon and hurried towards the gate.

What I saw along the way was shocking.

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

Throughout the entire Mingjian Hall, regardless of age or gender, not a single person survived.

The air was filled with a strong, nauseating smell of blood.

Long Xiu and Feng Wu had been imprisoned for several months and had no idea what had happened tonight that could turn a once glorious Mingjian Hall into such a hell on earth overnight.

Upon reaching a spacious courtyard, the three of them suddenly stopped.

In the center of the courtyard stood a towering figure, surrounded by lingering red light—like a blood-soaked demon god.

The deity seemed to sense something and slowly turned around.

A pair of dark red eyes swept over the three of them—

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Oh?"

"There were even a few fish that escaped the net."

Before he could finish speaking...

The god waved his hand casually.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!

Three crimson finger strikes, carrying the force of thunder, pierced through the air!

Although Long Xiu and Feng Wu had not recovered their inner strength, their instincts stirred up their will to survive at this critical moment.

The two grabbed the longswords that had fallen to the ground, mustered their inner energy, and swung them to parry.

Long'er's expression was solemn. The long sword in her hand transformed into a silver light, meeting the three terrifying finger strikes.

Clang! Clang! Clang—!

Three loud bangs, sparks flying everywhere!

Although the three barely managed to block the attack, they were still shaken so badly that their hands went numb and they had to retreat several steps.

A hint of surprise flashed in the god's eyes.

Their gazes fell upon Long Xiu and Feng Wu.

"Such swordsmanship—" his voice was deep.

"It turns out to be the famous 'Dragon Sleeves and Phoenix Dance' from previous years."

"pity……"

"Today they will all die by my hand."

The gods will no longer hold back!

He flashed forward and closed in instantly.

With a flick of his wrists, fiery and thunderous energy surged forth, pressing down on the three like a tidal wave.

Long Xiu and Feng Wu fought desperately.

However, the difference in strength was too great—after only a few moves, the two were sent flying, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

Long'er's gaze sharpened, and her sword stance changed abruptly!

The sword intent within his body split into two completely different forces, one yin and one yang, which surged out simultaneously along the sword's blade.

"The Two Elements of Tai Chi!"

With a single swing of the sword, it transformed into two sword energies!

One forceful like the blazing sun, the other gentle like the moonlight, one to the left and one to the right, alternating like tides, attacking and defending in an endless stream!

The divine general raised an eyebrow slightly and casually shattered a powerful sword aura—

But a soft, sinister sword aura followed closely behind, coiling around him like a snake and sticking to his palm strike!

"Ice Nether Hand".

A layer of eerie blue light suddenly emanated from the palm of the divine general—the piercingly cold true energy of ice instantly poured out along the palm force!

Click—!

The soft, yin-like sword energy stuck to his palm was frozen into a thin layer of ice. The white frost spread, and in the next instant, it shattered into countless ice crystals that fluttered down.

Long'er gave him no chance to catch his breath, her feet stomping rapidly, and the wind of her sword changed again!

"The world is divided in two!"

A violent burst of sword energy erupted—

The outward-bursting sword light, like an invisible city wall, slashed towards the divine general's face, while the inward-retracting sword energy formed an impenetrable barrier around his body.

This move combines offense and defense, using extreme force to sever space!

"Fancy and overly complicated."

The god stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, and his index and middle fingers, covered in fiery and thunderous energy, suddenly pointed out like a thunderclap—

Bang--!!

With just the terrifying true energy erupting from his fingertips, he shattered the outward-radiating sword energy aimed at his face.

But this was the moment that Long'er had been waiting for!

"The Return of the Yakuza—!"

The outward-flowing sword energy was suddenly retracted, generating a terrifying secondary burst on the sword!

Using the force of the recoil, Long'er thrust her longsword forward, aiming straight for the god general's throat—twice as fast!