I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Who?!" Qin Shuang exclaimed in shock and quickly shielded Xiong Ba.

"Xiong Ba!" A hoarse yet resonant voice seemed to roll down from the heavens, echoing throughout the entire Third Branch School campus, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"Seven days from now, I will fight you to the death! We will settle this once and for all, and decide who is superior and who lives!"

Xiong Ba's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly looked up at the distant cliff.

There, several figures flashed by.

Even though they were very far apart, he could still recognize the aura of the leader.

"Sword Saint!" Xiong Ba slowly uttered the two words, a look of unprecedented solemnity flashing in his eyes.

On the cliff, the Sword Saint and his companions used their lightness skills to drift away.

When everyone came to their senses and looked at the platform again, they found that Duan Lang, who had been sitting on the dragon throne, had disappeared without a trace.

Only the longsword stuck in the ground remained, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"This..." Qin Shuang walked up to the platform, looked at the sword, and her eyes were full of shock.

"This is... the Peerless Sword?!"

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, pulling it out forcefully.

However, when he saw the sword clearly, he couldn't help but gasp.

This legendary divine weapon was now covered with countless gaps, as if it had just experienced a fierce battle and had been brutally destroyed!

"How is this possible..." Qin Shuang muttered to herself, her heart filled with shock and disbelief.

The Peerless Sword is a divine weapon of the world, indestructible.

Who on earth is this? What terrifying power do they possess to have destroyed the Peerless Sword like this?!

As Xiong Ba looked at the Wushuang Sword, which was full of nicks and chips, a figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.

A figure who once created a legend in the martial arts world, a figure admired by countless people.

"A legend in the martial arts world..." Xiong Ba murmured, but then shook his head, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.

"No, that's impossible. That person is long dead."

The river flows on and on, ceaselessly.

A small boat with a black awning drifts on the wide river, with green mountains facing each other on both banks, creating a pleasant scene.

At the bow of the ship, the Sword Saint stood with his hands behind his back, his gray robe fluttering in the river wind.

He gazed intently into the distance, as if deep in thought.

Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun stood respectfully behind him, not daring to make a sound.

On the other side of the deck, Jiang Chen and Duan Lang sat casually cross-legged, with a pot of sake and two sake cups in front of them.

"Brother Lang, how was your trip to the World Society?" Jiang Chen picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and asked with a smile.

Duan Lang toyed with the wine cup in his hand, a glint of pleasure flashing in his eyes: "Exhilarating! Seeing that old bastard Xiong Ba get his comeuppance is truly exhilarating!"

Recalling the scene of himself sitting on the dragon throne and looking down at everyone at the three branch campuses, Duan Lang felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

That's the taste of power.

It's also the thrill of revenge.

Just as the two were chatting, the Sword Saint, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned around.

"Ming'er." The Sword Saint's voice remained old and majestic.

Dugu Ming quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Uncle, what are your orders?"

The Sword Saint glanced at Dugu Ming, then at Shi Wuzun beside him, and said calmly, "I have another important matter to attend to, so I will not travel with you."

"Where is Uncle going?" Dugu Ming asked instinctively, startled.

The Sword Saint did not answer, but gazed into the distance, a fervent glint in his eyes: "Seven days from now, I will fight Xiong Ba to the death. This battle is not only for Wushuang City, but also for my lifelong dedication to the sword!"

He paused, his tone becoming extremely solemn: "Ming'er, once you return, immediately spread the news of my duel with Xiong Ba! I want the entire martial arts world to know about this! Let all the heroes of the land witness my prowess!"

Dugu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied, "Yes! Nephew understands!"

The Sword Saint nodded and said no more.

With a flash, he soared into the air like a large bird and landed steadily on a bamboo raft that had somehow drifted onto the river.

"Let's go." With a soft shout, the bamboo raft moved without wind, carrying the Sword Saint's proud figure downstream, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun remained stunned for a long time as they watched the Sword Saint's departing figure.

"Let's go too." After a long while, Dugu Ming sighed and turned to Shi Wuzun.

Just then, Jiang Chen, who had been sitting next to him, also stood up.

He dusted himself off and smiled at Duan Lang, "Brother Lang, now that the Sword Saint has left, I'll also be leaving for a few days to take care of some personal matters. We'll meet again at Tianshan in seven days."

Duan Lang was taken aback, looking at Jiang Chen with some surprise: "Brother Jiang, are you leaving too?"

Jiang Chen smiled mysteriously: "That's right, there are some things I have to handle personally. Brother Lang, goodbye."

After saying that, without waiting for Duan Lang to stop him, he swayed and drifted away like a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the vast river in an instant.

Duan Lang looked in the direction Jiang Chen had disappeared, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Why is this guy being so mysterious again..." He shook his head and downed the drink in his glass.

However, Jiang Chen did not actually leave.

His figure was hidden in the void, his aura completely absent, as if he had merged with the surrounding world.

This is the peerless martial art he deduced from Xiong Ba's Three-Part Returning Origin Qi - the Transformation Origin Saint Technique!

This technique is based on primordial energy, which can be divided, disrupted, altered, and returned to its origin. It can dismantle the structure of all true energy and also disperse oneself to the state of dust before regrouping back into the body. It integrates offense, defense, and healing, far surpassing the level of returning to the origin.

The "Dust Transformation" technique can turn the physical body into dust and make it float away without any aura. Even a powerful figure like a sword saint would find it difficult to detect his presence.

Jiang Chen followed the Sword Saint all the way to a remote mountain village.

The swordsman stopped in front of an ordinary farmhouse.

In the courtyard, a seven or eight-year-old child was holding a wooden sword and gesturing with it in a very serious manner.

"Hey! Ha!" The child's innocent voice echoed in the yard.

The swordsman looked at the child, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, before pushing open the door and entering.

Inside the house, a woman who was mending clothes heard the noise and looked up.

The moment she saw the Sword Saint, the needle and thread in her hand fell to the ground, and a look of shock appeared on her face.

"It's you?" the woman said in a trembling voice.

Her name is Gong Lan, and she was the Sword Saint's lover from more than twenty years ago.

The Sword Saint looked at the woman before him, whose hair had turned white, and sighed, "Lan'er, it's been a long time."

The two remained silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

After a long silence, the Sword Saint finally spoke slowly: "My days are numbered."

Gong Lan's body trembled, a hint of sorrow flashing in her eyes: "You..."

"I have calculated that I have nine days left to live." The Sword Saint's voice was eerily calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself. "In these final nine days, I have something important to do. But before that, there is still a lingering concern in my heart."

As he said this, his gaze turned cold and ruthless, and a chilling killing intent emanated from him.

"A ruthless sword requires a heart devoid of emotion to achieve mastery of the sword."

Just then, the children in the yard heard the noise inside and ran in curiously.

"Mother, who's here?"

The moment Gong Lan saw the child enter, she instantly understood what the Sword Saint meant.

He wants to sever all ties with the world!

He intends to kill the mother and child to prove his ruthless swordsmanship!

"Jin'er! Run!!" Gong Lan let out a shrill scream and lunged at the Sword Saint, trying to buy her child time to escape.

However, it was all too late.

"puff!"

An invisible sword aura pierced through Gong Lan's chest in an instant.

Blood splattered.

Gong Lan's eyes widened, and her body went limp as she collapsed, her eyes filled with longing and reluctance for her child.

"Mother!!" The child named Jin'er was so frightened by the scene that she stood there frozen, and then let out a heart-wrenching cry.

The Sword Saint stared expressionlessly at Gong Lan, who lay in a pool of blood, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Immediately, he raised his hand, and a sharp sword aura condensed once more, pointing directly at the panicked child.

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots." The Sword Saint coldly uttered four words, flicking his finger lightly.

call out!

The sword energy pierced through the air, carrying the aura of death, and instantly approached Jin'er, who had just escaped from the house!

The child was about to die on the spot—

call--!

Suddenly, a strange gust of wind arose out of nowhere!

The gust of wind came very strangely, instantly stirring up the dust on the ground and blinding the sword saint.

When the sandstorm subsided, the Sword Saint looked closely and found that the child who had been standing at the door had vanished into thin air!

"What?!" The Sword Saint was shocked and rushed out of the house, looking around.

However, the surroundings were empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Who is it?!" the Sword Saint roared, and a terrifying sword intent erupted instantly, sweeping across the entire small mountain village.

But this sword intent was destined to miss its mark.

The mysterious person who rescued the child had already fled far away with the child, disappearing without a trace.