I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A hint of seriousness finally flashed in the god's eyes.

He dodged the deadly attack by sidestepping, and then struck back with a palm.

The shockwave from the palm strike sent Long'er staggering back three steps, her hand splitting open and bleeding profusely.

But his eyes did not falter; instead, they burned even brighter!

"Shatter the void—!!"

He poured all his inner strength into the sword!

The two sword energies collided violently at the sword tips, unleashing a penetrating sword aura that struck like a thunderbolt, directly cleaving the divine general's face!

boom--!!

Smoke and dust exploded, and rubble filled the sky.

However, when the smoke and dust cleared—

The divine general remained firmly in place, one palm striking the penetrating sword energy, his five fingers slightly red—but that was all.

"Not bad swordsmanship."

The god spoke softly, his tone carrying a hint of genuine approval.

"Unfortunately—your skills are too weak."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and flicked a finger at Long'er's sword!

clang--!!

An overwhelming force struck, causing Long'er excruciating pain in his tiger's mouth and a gush of blood!

The divine weapon in his hand let out a mournful cry, as it was flicked away by the finger and flew out, embedding itself diagonally into a stone pillar beside him, its hilt still trembling incessantly!

Before Long'er could react—

A large hand, like an iron clamp, had already gripped the top of his head.

The god lifted Long'er up with one hand, his feet off the ground.

A terrifying force pierced through his head, as if it would crush his skull at any moment.

The god looked at the struggling boy in his hands, his eyes filled with mockery and murderous intent:

"Ants—"

"it's over."

"Uncle—!! Please have mercy—!!"

A piercing scream!

Xiaomei came running from afar, her face pale and her eyes full of pleading:

"He...he just saved me from Ling Shaofeng!"

"Please let him go—okay?"

The god-general frowned slightly.

The murderous intent in his dark red eyes remained undiminished.

"no."

His voice was so cold it seemed to drift from the snowy far north.

"My whereabouts must never be revealed."

"Not a single person here today shall be spared."

Feng Wu struggled to sit up and spoke urgently:

"Rest assured—our family has been imprisoned by the Mingjian Hall for a long time, and we have no grudge against you—nor do we want to get involved in the affairs of the martial world!"

"I, Feng Wu, swear on my life—I will never reveal your whereabouts!"

Xiao Mei chimed in from the side:

"Uncle—they're not from the Mingjian Hall!"

"I believe they will keep their promise..."

"Uncle, please—"

"I've never asked you for anything before—this time, consider it my request..."

The god remained silent, but his five fingers suddenly exerted force in response to Xiaomei's pleas!

An even more terrifying force pierced through to the top of his head—

A faint cracking sound came from Long'er's skull, accompanied by excruciating pain.

however--

His body was straight, like a sharp sword that would rather break than bend.

The god stared intently into Long'er's eyes.

To his surprise—

He couldn't see the slightest fear or trembling in the boy's eyes.

"Why aren't you afraid?"

The god spoke in a deep voice, his tone revealing a genuine surprise.

Blood trickled from the corner of Long'er's mouth, but her eyes grew even sharper as she spoke, each word distinct and deliberate:

"fear death……"

"That's no good swordsman!"

Upon hearing this, the god was slightly taken aback.

He saw in this young man a kind of pride that even many renowned masters did not possess—the pride of a swordsman.

That unyielding spirit—

It suddenly reminded him of his early days when he first entered the martial arts world.

It reminded him of the resentment and stubbornness in the eyes of the boy when they brushed past each other by the river years ago.

The god's heart softened slightly.

"snort--"

He snorted coldly and suddenly loosened his grip.

Long'er fell to the ground, panting heavily.

The god didn't look at him again, turned around and grabbed Xiaomei, his figure as fast as lightning, and sped away into the distance.

Only a chilling echo remained in the air:

"I will spare your lives for now."

"If you dare to divulge even a single word—"

"No matter where you are, I will take your heads!"

The lingering sound echoed, but the figure had vanished.

In the courtyard—only the remnants of red petals remained, along with the three survivors.

Long'er drew her longsword, which had penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the stone, leaned on it, and looked in the direction where the divine general had disappeared.

His eyes revealed no emotion.

Suddenly—a gentle breeze swept by.

In the quiet courtyard, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The newcomer was dashing and carried a long, black cloth-wrapped object on his back.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

"who--?!"

Long Xiu and Feng Wu's expressions changed drastically. They struggled to support their broken bodies, held their swords horizontally in front of them, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Mingjian Hall has just suffered a bloodbath—

To them, any unfamiliar face that appeared out of nowhere at this moment was a demon coming to claim their lives.

"Father, Mother, don't panic."

Long'er coughed lightly, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, a rare warmth appearing in her eyes:

"He is my good friend—Kim."

Jin nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the three of them before finally settling on Long'er, and she smiled calmly.

"You little rascal—you've got some backbone."

"If that little girl hadn't pleaded for you just now—your head would probably be split open."

Upon hearing this, Long Xiu and Feng Wu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But the shock they felt was even greater than before—

This young man comes and goes without a trace, and his cultivation is unfathomable—when exactly did Long'er get to know such a person?

Kim seemed to see through their thoughts.

His gaze followed the direction the god had departed, his tone calm, yet revealing an undeniable and absolute confidence:

"Actually—I've always been nearby."

"If that red-haired monster had actually dared to squeeze harder—"

"The one who died must be him."

Long'er shook her head with a wry smile.

He naturally knew that Jin had this ability—

Jin's confidence was never the arrogance of a young man, but rather stemmed from his absolute strength, enough to dominate the world.

"Let's go," Jin said calmly.

"The smell of blood is too strong here—it's not advisable to stay long."

The night was as dark as ink, and the waning moon hung high in the sky.

The god led Xiaomei slowly along the path back to the village.

Xiaomei lowered her head, her mind in turmoil.

What she had seen today had completely overturned her entire understanding of this "uncle"—

This uncle, who only returned every few months and dressed in the simplest farmer's clothes, was actually a killing god who slaughtered the entire Mingjian Hall.

"uncle……"

She spoke softly, her voice carrying an indescribable complexity.

"Actually... I've sensed for a long time that you're not an ordinary person."

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

The god remained silent for a moment.

His gaze drifted into the distance, and a rare hint of weariness crept into his voice.

"Xiao Mei, the world is a dangerous place."

"Your uncle doesn't want you to get involved—he just hopes you can live a peaceful and happy life."

Xiaomei bit her lip and said nothing more.

After turning the corner of the mountain, the village came into view.

From a distance, Grandma Sun was standing in front of the house, holding a broom, seemingly waiting for the two to return.

"Grandma Sun—!"

Xiao Mei's face lit up with joy, and she was about to step forward.

Hearing the commotion from afar, Grandma Sun immediately dropped her broom and trotted over to greet them.

"Oh my gosh—Xiaomei, you're finally back!"

As Grandma Sun ran closer—

Suddenly, the god's expression darkened, and he pulled Xiaomei behind him.

"Wait a minute."

His dark red eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a chilling killing intent.

"Is something wrong?"

Xiao Mei spoke up in surprise.

The god looked around, his voice cold:

Why are the villagers going to bed so early tonight?

"Even the cicadas have stopped chirping."

"And... the weather suddenly turned cold without us even noticing."

Before the words were even finished—a sudden change occurred!

Bang! Bang! Bang—!

The thatched roofs of the surrounding houses suddenly exploded, sending countless pieces of grass and broken tiles flying out!

Dozens of dark figures descended from the sky like ghosts, each wielding a sharp blade and exuding murderous intent—instantly surrounding the three.

"People from Tianmen."

The god's gaze was like lightning as he coldly uttered four words.

His heart sank – Tianmen had finally come knocking on his door.

"Uncle—who...are these people?"

Xiao Mei spoke in a trembling voice, her face deathly pale.

The deity snorted coldly, shielding Xiaomei behind him, and shouted sternly at Granny Sun:

"Quickly—take Xiaomei and head towards the village entrance! Don't ask any questions—hurry up—!"

Grandma Sun was already terrified and her face turned pale. She dropped the broom in her hand with a "clatter" and grabbed Xiao Mei, running wildly towards the village entrance.

"Hey--!"

"As expected of a divine general—his vigilance is exceptionally high!"

A leader of the men in black leaped down from the rooftop, sneering repeatedly.

"Divine General—you are surrounded! Why don't you surrender?"

The god stood proudly, his eyes filled with disdain:

"You bunch of chickens and dogs—you think you can keep me here?"

"What if I were added to the list?"

A chilling, bone-piercing voice echoed eerily from the darkness.

Before the words were finished—

The temperature around us suddenly dropped!

Layers of white frost suddenly appeared on the ground, and sharp icicles hung down from the eaves of the surrounding houses in the blink of an eye.

A white figure swept in like a ghost, landing on the rooftop not far away, looking down with an icy gaze.

Who are you?

The divine general's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression became more solemn.

The chill emanating from this man was more intense than he had ever seen in his life.

He searched his memory rapidly, but there seemed to be no such person in the Heavenly Gate...

In a flash of thought, the divine general suddenly realized:

Could this guy be a peerless master secretly frozen away by Emperor Shitian?!

"I am the Ice Emperor!"

The Ice Emperor snorted coldly and proudly announced his name. His body was filled with icy aura, making him look like a statue of ice that had never melted for thousands of years.

"Divine General—" His voice was devoid of any warmth.

"You betrayed Tianmen—Master has ordered—your head must be taken!"

"Even if you had wings, you couldn't fly away!"