I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The waterwheel stood in front, its powerful force exploding, sending sand and stones flying!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Amidst the continuous muffled sounds, three figures moved with lightning speed, colliding wildly within a radius of several feet.

Nie Feng's figure transformed into a blue whirlwind, his legs kicking out like a storm, each kick accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. He actually used his own strength to fight against two great masters, Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun!

"Torrential rain and strong winds!"

With a low shout, Nie Feng's figure suddenly rose higher, his whole body spinning rapidly like a top. His leg shadows swept through the air like a whirlwind, instantly sucking away the surrounding air and forming a terrifying vacuum storm!

"boom--!"

Dugu Ming's Dragon Subduing Kick and Shi Wuzun's Tathagata Palm struck the sky full of leg shadows at the same time, but they were like mud oxen entering the sea, instantly shredded by the violent whirlwind!

The two men groaned, forced back by the terrifying force, the ground beneath their feet cracking inch by inch.

"Damn it! This kid's leg techniques are even more domineering than last time!" Dugu Ming felt his legs go numb, his blood surging, and his eyes were filled with shock and resentment.

His prized Dragon Subduing Divine Leg was completely suppressed and unable to lift its head in the face of the opponent's ferocious leg power!

Venerable Shi Wuzun also had a solemn expression. The tiger's mouth holding the Zen staff had been cracked and was bleeding profusely.

Nie Feng's attacks were too fast and too fierce, giving them no chance to breathe!

Just as the two were beginning to falter—

The Sword Saint, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, finally made his move.

He did not draw his sword.

The world-renowned Peerless Sword lies quietly in its scabbard.

He just waved his hand casually.

The sword, sheath and all, transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight at Nie Feng!

This sword strike was devoid of any fancy moves, only speed!

Fastest of all!

A terrifying sword intent instantly enveloped the entire Waterwheel Residence.

Sword Twenty-One!

Although the sword was not drawn, the sword intent was several times more terrifying than the Sword Twenty-One, which was performed with a wooden sword!

Nie Feng felt his hair stand on end, and a sense of death instantly surged into his heart.

He knew he couldn't block that sword strike!

"The wind sweeps away the ruins!" At this critical moment, Nie Feng had no way out and could only gamble everything.

He forcibly squeezed out his inner energy, and his body no longer attacked with his legs. Instead, he suddenly spun at high speed, instantly transforming into a gray tornado that connected heaven and earth!

This was not a simple release of energy, but rather the use of the terrifying suction force generated by the extremely rapid rotation to sweep all the surrounding broken walls, rubble, and debris into this hurricane.

Each piece of gravel, amplified by the strong wind, transforms into a deadly blade, frantically cutting through the air with the centrifugal force of rotation.

This is the limit he can currently unleash, and it is also the last move that Xiong Ba taught him—his strongest killing move to date!

The hurricane, carrying countless pieces of debris, met the devastating beam of light head-on with a resolute and tragic momentum.

boom!

A loud bang.

The gale dissipated instantly.

The streak of light was unstoppable, piercing directly through Nie Feng's protective aura and striking him heavily in the chest!

puff!

Nie Feng coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a large crater.

"Wind!" Kong Ci, who had just run to the vicinity, saw this scene and let out a heart-wrenching scream. He tried to rush over, but was knocked to the ground by the violent force.

In the distance, Duan Lang, who had been observing coldly, saw Nie Feng lying in a pool of blood, and for some reason, his heart trembled inexplicably.

The hand gripping the Fire Kirin Sword tightened involuntarily.

"Hmph, trash." The Sword Saint sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Nie Feng.

He slowly raised the peerless sword in his hand, the scabbard pointing directly at Nie Feng's brow.

"To die by my peerless sword, you have every right to be proud." The sword saint's eyes revealed murderous intent, and he was preparing to deliver the fatal blow.

Just then—

A sudden change has occurred!

A deep, thunderous heartbeat suddenly rang out from the pit, causing the hearts of everyone around to clench.

The Sword Saint frowned, and the sword in his hand paused slightly in mid-air.

"Ugh... Ahhh!!!" In the deep pit, Nie Feng, who was originally on the verge of death, suddenly let out a roar that was not human.

The voice was harsh and violent, like a wounded ancient beast suddenly awakening!

boom!

A thick, nauseating stench of blood, mixed with an incomparably violent red aura, shot up from the bottom of the pit!

"What is this?!" Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun were shocked and forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden aura.

Nie Feng slowly stood up.

His wounds were stopping bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his once clear eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by a chilling scarlet!

That was a look in their eyes that had completely lost its rationality, leaving only the instinct to kill!

The Nie family—mad blood!

"Kill!!!" Nie Feng roared, without using any moves at all, and directly charged into the Sword Saint in front of him.

The speed was twice as fast as when it was at its peak!

"Playing tricks!" The Sword Saint snorted coldly, and his peerless sword was instantly drawn half an inch from its sheath, a sharp sword aura slashing towards Nie Feng.

However, a terrifying scene unfolded.

Nie Feng did not dodge or evade, letting the sword energy strike his shoulder. Amidst the splattering of blood, one of his hands had already gripped the sword saint's scabbard tightly!

"Get lost!" Nie Feng roared, and the violent power of the Fire Qilin within his body erupted instantly, a red shockwave sweeping outwards from the two of them!

Rumble—!

The already fragile ground next to the waterwheel collapsed instantly, and the huge waterwheel was also shattered.

Even the Sword Saint was shaken by this brute force, which made his hands go numb and forced him back several steps!

After Nie Feng unleashed this attack, the ground beneath his feet shattered completely, and he, along with countless pebbles, plunged directly into the raging torrent below.

"Roar..." A final, unwilling roar could be faintly heard from the rapids, but it was immediately swallowed up by the surging river and swept downstream in an instant, disappearing from sight.

"..."

The scene was deathly silent.

The Sword Saint steadied himself, looking down at the rushing river below, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"That power... it's not internal force, it's bestiality." The Sword Saint sheathed his Peerless Sword, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "Nie Renwang was like that back then, I didn't expect this kid to inherit this madness as well."

Jiang Chen thought to himself, just a moment ago, his "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye" clearly saw that Nie Feng's blood was boiling like magma. It was a curse from the depths of his genes, and also a source of power that was enough to contend with top experts.

"Near-death awakening, falling into a raging torrent... this is the standard protagonist treatment." Jiang Chen looked in the direction where Nie Feng disappeared, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This fall will not only save you from death, but you may even have a wonderful adventure.

"Hmph, falling into this rapid current, severely injured and delirious, he's bound to die." The Sword Saint glanced coldly at the river. Although he had some doubts, since he had already made his move, he disdained to search for the body downstream.

"Go!" The Sword Saint flicked his sleeve, turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun exchanged a glance. Although they were filled with doubt, they dared not say anything and quickly followed.

"Damn it! How could you just die like this! You still want to watch me become famous throughout the world! You still want to watch me trample the World Society under my feet!" Duan Lang gritted his teeth, his eyes even slightly reddening, and was preparing to use his lightness skill to search along the river.

Just then, a broad, kind hand gently patted his shoulder.

Duan Lang was startled and turned around abruptly, only to find Jiang Chen already standing behind him.

Jiang Chen remained calm as he watched the flowing river, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"Don't worry." Jiang Chen's voice was steady and strong, as if it had a calming magic. "He won't die."

Duan Lang paused, his anxiety still evident, and looked at Jiang Chen with suspicion and uncertainty: "Brother Jiang, the current is so rapid, and Nie Feng, he..."

"Precisely because he is Nie Feng."

......

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling Waterwheel Residence returned to deathly silence.

All that remained was a mess on the ground and a woman in pink sitting slumped on the floor.

Kong Ci stared blankly at the departing figures of the crowd, then looked at the large crater that had been smashed open, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

"Young Master Feng..." she murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face.

Everything that just happened happened so fast that she couldn't even react.

She could only sit helplessly in the ruins, letting the cold wind tousle her hair.

A few days later, the World Society held three branch venues.

This is the place where the World Society holds its daily martial arts gatherings. It is magnificent, and on the high platform in the very center is a dragon throne that symbolizes supreme power.

Normally, only Xiong Ba dares to sit on this dragon throne.

However, today, a figure sat there with an air of nonchalance, looking languid, as if this were his own backyard.

"That...that's Duan Lang?!" Below, a sharp-eyed disciple recognized the figure and exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Duan Lang? That traitor?!"

"How dare you! You dare sit on the gang leader's dragon throne! This is utterly rebellious!"

"Quickly! Go and inform the gang leader!"

In an instant, the entire training ground erupted in chaos.

Countless disciples surged in from all directions, completely surrounding the high platform.

They pointed at the broken waves on the high platform, cursing incessantly, but none of them dared to step forward.

Duan Lang sat on the dragon throne, looking down at the disciples below who were filled with righteous indignation but also timid and hesitant. A disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Just then, a commotion arose in the distance.

"The gang leader has arrived!" With a loud shout, the crowd automatically parted to make way.

Xiong Ba, dressed in a brocade robe, strode in with the imposing presence of a dragon and the powerful stride of a tiger.

Behind him followed Wen Chou Chou, who had a fawning expression, and his eldest disciple Qin Shuang, who had a solemn look on his face.

Upon seeing Duan Lang sitting on the dragon throne, Wen Chou Chou shrieked, "Hey! Duan Lang! You damned fool! How dare you sit on the leader's throne? Get down here and kowtow to beg for forgiveness!"

Qin Shuang glared angrily and shouted, "Duan Lang! How dare you come back to provoke me! Do you really think the World Society is without anyone?!"

As he spoke, he activated his Heavenly Frost Fist and made a move to rush onto the high platform.

Only Xiong Ba remained calm, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.

His domineering eyes were fixed on Duan Lang, as if he was thinking about something.

Just as Qin Shuang was about to make her move—

call out--!

A sharp and extremely fierce sword light suddenly shot out from the distant cliff!

The sword light was as fast as a startled bird, carrying a terrifying aura that could destroy the world. It instantly tore through the sky and pierced straight into the ground in front of the dragon throne!

boom!

The hard bluestone ground shattered instantly, sending fragments flying everywhere!

An ancient longsword was stuck at Duan Lang's feet, its blade still trembling slightly and emitting a clear sword ringing sound.