I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Palm and leg, a head-on collision!

boom--!!!

In an instant, Dugu Ming felt an incredible force crushing down from Bu Jingyun's palm!

The palm strike appeared on the surface to be overwhelmingly powerful and domineering, but within that power lay the elusive and ever-changing nature of the Void Cloud Force—

The interplay of strength and gentleness makes the true and the false unpredictable!

The moment his leg made contact, it was as if he had kicked a cloud of mist. Most of the force was instantly dissipated, and the rest turned into a hidden force that flowed back into his body!

Dugu Ming's body jolted violently.

next moment--

boom! !

He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the shattered ice and creating several deep craters before finally slamming heavily into a rocky ice block!

The ice and rock shattered instantly.

A trickle of blood spilled from Dugu Ming's mouth as he stared at Bu Jingyun in utter shock.

"impossible!!"

"Your skill...how could it have improved so much?!"

Dugu Ming thought that with the unification of the Nine Dragons, his martial arts had reached a new level. Even if he couldn't defeat Bu Jingyun, he could at least put up a fight and go through hundreds of rounds.

But the exchange of a palm and a kick just now—

He couldn't even withstand a single move!

The profound internal force contained in Xu Yun Jin was at least several times greater than he remembered!

Dugu Ming struggled to his feet from the ice and rock fragments, glaring at Bu Jingyun through gritted teeth.

Bu Jingyun simply stared at him coldly, expressionless, as if his palm strike had merely swatted a mosquito.

He ignored Dugu Ming.

Raising his right hand, he gathered his inner energy in his palm and used it to strike the divine essence floating in mid-air.

An invisible internal force firmly locked his divine essence and slowly drew it towards him.

The divine energy hovered three inches above his palm, its icy blue and golden radiance becoming even more dazzling at close range.

Bu Jingyun did not touch it.

He simply felt the power emanating from his divine essence.

An unimaginably vast martial arts essence surged forth from his divine energy, slowly unfolding before his senses like a grand epic of martial arts.

The ultimate softness of Tai Chi, the ultimate strength of Vajra Fist, the myriad sharpness of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, the domineering and boundless power of the Void-Piercing Hand...

The essence of the martial arts practiced by Indra, the true meaning of each school and sect, is condensed in this small ball of light, dazzling and brilliant.

and--

The pure power contained within this divine essence is no less than five hundred years old.

Five hundred years of cultivation.

A flicker of emotion finally crossed Bu Jingyun's eyes.

This divine essence truly deserves the title of God, the Supreme Being.

Just as Bu Jingyun was fully focused on perceiving the divine essence—

Three auras approached simultaneously!

The Blue Moon Saint Lord swept in from the left, his aura as cold and solemn as moonlight pouring down.

Huang Ying stepped in from the right, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his golden eyes filled with murderous intent.

Despite his injuries, Dugu Ming suddenly leaped up from behind, channeling the Nine Dragons Inner Force into his legs once more, and his momentum surged again.

The three of them surrounded Bu Jingyun!

Three directions, three completely different supreme auras, like three mountains pressing down at the same time!

On the icy cliff, Nie Feng saw this scene without even frowning.

He wasn't worried at all.

Senior Brother Yun's skill level is now vastly different from before. Even if these three people join forces, they will not pose a threat to Senior Brother Yun.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord spoke first, with a smile on his face, but his tone was icy cold.

"Bu Jingyun, if you know what's good for you, hand over your divine essence."

Huang Ying stepped forward, his golden eyes meeting Bu Jingyun's gaze.

"You alone are no match for the three of us."

Dugu Ming gritted his teeth, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Bu Jingyun! No matter how strong you are, you can't withstand an attack from three sides!"

Bu Jingyun glanced at the three of them.

He showed neither anger nor tension.

He simply shook his head slightly, a hint of...helplessness flashing in his eyes.

I've been out of the public eye for too long.

So long ago, the phrase "the Uncrying Grim Reaper" no longer terrified people.

Back then, as long as the name Bu Jingyun was uttered, who in the entire martial arts world would dare to challenge him?

Now, with three people surrounding him, they even dared to threaten him into handing over the treasure.

Bu Jingyun withdrew his right hand, letting his divine essence float quietly beside him.

His gaze swept over Blue Moon Saint Lord, Huang Ying, and Dugu Ming in turn.

I'll only say it once.

His voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated everyone's ears like ice.

"roll."

The three people's expressions changed slightly, but none of them moved.

However, they did not take action immediately.

Blue Moon Saint Lord's gaze inadvertently drifted towards the ice cliff—in the direction of Nie Feng and Wuming.

Huang Ying's golden eyes also shifted slightly, glancing at the two figures high above.

Dugu Ming looked directly over, his expression grave.

The three of them were not concerned about Bu Jingyun.

Will Nie Feng and Wuming intervene?

Bu Jingyun could clearly see the gazes of the three people.

He gave a cold laugh, not loud, but full of biting sarcasm.

"Why are you looking at them?"

Bu Jingyun spoke calmly.

"To deal with you few—"

His gaze was like a knife, sweeping over Blue Moon Saint Lord, Huang Ying, and Dugu Ming in turn.

"I am enough on my own."

The Blue Moon Saint Lord's smile froze on his face.

Huang Ying's golden eyes suddenly contracted.

Dugu Ming's face was ashen, and he squeezed out two words, one by one, through gritted teeth—

"Arrogant!!"

The war is about to start.

Meanwhile, the martial arts masters who had miraculously survived were already terrified.

They scrambled and stumbled away, desperately trying to get as far away from this place of trouble as possible.

The massacre by Dugu Ming's Nine Dragons Return to One was still fresh in everyone's mind, and now they have to add Bu Jingyun, Blue Moon Saint Lord, and Huang Ying to the list—

In a battle of this magnitude, the aftershocks alone would be enough to kill them.

However, despite the retreat, some people's wicked intentions have not died.

A small group of people huddled behind the ice rocks in the distance, their eyes darting around, staring intently at the suspended divine energy, fantasizing that if these people fought to the death, they might be able to pick up the pieces.

Others are more astute.

Shenyuan?

Come on, you can't even touch that thing. Even if you did find it, it would be a hot potato.

But the Heavenly Gate has more than just the Divine Essence as a treasure!

As the number one martial arts sect, how many rare and precious materials, peerless manuals, and divine weapons have they collected?

Thinking of this, a dozen or so quick-witted martial artists quietly slipped away from the crowd and used their lightness skills to rush frantically toward the ruins of the Tianmen Palace.

Even if you can't snatch the divine essence, snatching a few peerless martial arts manuals and getting a few divine weapons is still a win!

A cold wind howled, swirling shards of ice across the open space between the four people.

Blue Moon Saint Lord, Huang Ying, and Dugu Ming surrounded Bu Jingyun in the center, none of them speaking first, and none of them backing down first.

The divine essence hovered three feet away from Bu Jingyun, its icy blue and golden light flickering uncertainly in the cold mist.

The silence lasted only three breaths.

All three of them suddenly jumped up!

Dugu Ming channeled his Nine Dragons Inner Force into his legs, causing the ice beneath his feet to shatter, and he charged straight at Bu Jingyun like a mad wolf.

Huang Ying drew his sword, Jing Ji, his golden eyes blazing with battle intent, and shot out with explosive speed.

Blue Moon Saint Lord pushed forward with both palms, and the Formless Breaking Yuan Qi condensed in front of his palms, while his body's Qi surged and approached in sync.

Three figures, from three directions, pierced towards Bu Jingyun's location like three sharp knives.

Dugu Ming is the fastest.

He charged ahead, his right leg slashing down through the air, the force of the leg, imbued with the inner power of the Nine Dragons, creating a piercing whistling sound as it headed straight for Bu Jingyun's head.

Huang Ying attacked from the left, his sword flashing like a bolt of lightning as he slashed across the icy mist.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord approached from the right, the Qi condensed by the Breaking Zen Hand already forming in his palm, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

But Bu Jingyun—disappeared.

The three attacks arrived at the spot where Bu Jingyun had just stood almost simultaneously—and all missed.

Dugu Ming's leg slammed into the ice, shattering the ice layer.

Huang Ying's Silence Slash pierced the void, its blade energy tearing apart a patch of icy mist.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord's palm strike missed its target.

The pupils of all three contracted simultaneously.

A fleeting, ethereal presence.

Bu Jingyun's figure appeared and disappeared in the icy mist, like a ghostly afterimage, at a speed that was no longer trackable by the naked eye.

Dugu Ming was the first to sense the danger.

A suffocating sense of oppression suddenly pressed in from the left—

He glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and Bu Jingyun was already right next to him.

The speed of the Cloud Phantom was so fast that Dugu Ming didn't even have time to turn around.

Bu Jingyun's right palm had already been thrust out.

To turn clouds into rain!

The palm strikes were incredibly fast, like a sudden storm, as they came crashing down on Dugu Ming's waist and ribs.

With each flick of his palm, the wind from his palms made Dugu Ming's robes flutter loudly, and the shattered ice beneath his feet was crushed and scattered by the force of the palm wind.

Dugu Ming was, after all, a top-tier expert.

He suddenly raised his left leg, instantly channeling the Nine Dragons' internal energy, and kicked horizontally to the left!

He met Bu Jingyun's Cloud-Turning Rain with a kick—

boom! !

A dull thud echoed between the ice cliffs.

Dugu Ming felt as if his left leg had kicked an iron wall.

The overwhelming force of the palm strike surged into his leg, the Nine Dragons' internal energy like a dam meeting a flood peak—

Most of it was instantly destroyed!

That palm strike was incredibly powerful.

It was so powerful that even a single cycle of his Nine Dragons Internal Force could not counteract it.

The remaining palm force penetrated his leg and flowed directly into his body. The muscles in his left leg twitched violently in an instant, and his knee joint cracked with a dull thud.

Dugu Ming was like an iron ball struck by a sledgehammer, flying horizontally and bouncing twice on the broken ice surface before rolling more than ten feet before barely managing to regain his footing.

He knelt on one knee, his left leg so sore and numb that he almost lost all feeling. A metallic taste welled up in his throat, which he swallowed back down.

Huang Ying reacted the fastest.

The instant Dugu Ming was sent flying, he turned and charged towards Bu Jingyun—

Just as Bu Jingyun struck out with his palm, his right side was wide open!

Jing Ji slashed upwards with explosive force, the blade energy condensing on the edge, and a roar exploded from Huang Ying's chest!

I angrily question the heavens—!

Demons wreak havoc in this world, and all beings suffer. Only I, sword in hand, angrily question the heavens!

Pure, overwhelming rage coalesced in the stillness, and a single blade shot skyward!

Up close, face to face!

Bu Jingyun didn't even blink.

He had just slapped Dugu Ming away with his right palm, and his momentum wasn't fully recovered—

Flip the left palm and strike downwards—

A calamity descends from the sky!

An invincible aura surged from his palm, condensing into a giant, visible palm of qi that pressed down from above, directly blocking Jingji's upward-slashing blade!

The blade energy collided with the giant palm of qi—

clang--!!

The clang of metal on metal was like thunder from the heavens, and the shockwave exploded between the two men, causing the ice beneath their feet to crack inch by inch, with shards of ice scattering like a torrential rain!