I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jian Chen led the way, with Jian Sheng following closely behind.

Both were masters of lightness skills, and they moved like two streaks of light across the snowfield.

After traveling for dozens of miles, the two arrived at a secluded valley rarely visited by people.

A simple yet elegant thatched hut stands alone in the wind and snow, seemingly isolated from the world.

Before they even got close, a calm and profound voice came from inside the house, piercing through the wind and snow, and clearly reaching their ears:

"An old friend has come here, why not come in and have a chat?"

The Sword Saint paused, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed wooden door, and let out a cold snort:

"Nameless, you really didn't die!"

Having said that, he waved his sleeve and pushed open the door to enter.

The room was simply furnished with a table, a chair, and a pot of cloudy wine.

A middle-aged man was sitting at the table, pouring himself a drink.

His face was weathered, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they held endless stories.

It is none other than the martial arts legend—Nameless!

The Sword Saint strode into the room, his gaze falling on the wine cup in the Nameless One's hand, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Wine is a poison that burns through the intestines, and a taboo for swordsmen. How could you be so addicted to it?"

Upon hearing this, Wuming smiled slightly, raised his wine glass, took a small sip, and said calmly:

"The universe is vast within a cup of wine, and time stretches long within a wine pot. Brother Dugu, you are too obsessed with the sword, and have missed out on one of life's greatest pleasures."

"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense!" The Sword Saint snorted coldly, and his aura suddenly exploded.

boom!

An extremely sharp sword intent instantly filled the entire thatched hut, as if countless sharp swords were drawn at the same time, pointing directly at Wuming!

The power of this sword intent was so strong that it could instantly terrify an ordinary expert.

However, faced with this overwhelming sword intent, Wuming remained seated, his expression calm and serene, as if nothing had happened.

Even the wine in his glass didn't cause the slightest ripple!

"What?!" The Sword Saint's pupils shrank sharply, his heart filled with horror.

Although he didn't unleash his full sword intent, it was enough to probe the opponent's strength.

How could Wuming do it so effortlessly, without even letting out a trace of his aura? What does that mean?

This shows that Wuming's cultivation level has reached a height that he cannot reach!

"Your skill... has improved so much?!" The Sword Saint stared intently at the Nameless One, his eyes filled with disbelief. "I'm afraid... I'm no longer your match!"

At this moment, a deep sense of defeat welled up in the Sword Saint's heart.

He secluded himself for twenty years to cultivate diligently and comprehend the twenty-two sword techniques, hoping to avenge his previous humiliation.

Unexpectedly, when facing Wuming again, the gap not only did not narrow, but actually widened!

"Since that's the case..." The Sword Saint took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and said coldly, "Why do you still want to see me? Is it to humiliate me?"

Wuming slowly put down his wine glass and stood up.

He walked to the door, turned his back to the Sword Saint, and blocked his way.

"Brother Dugu, you've misunderstood." Wuming sighed softly, his voice carrying a touch of sorrowful desolation. "I invited you here not for a duel, but to ask you for a favor."

"What is it?"

"Abandon the duel with Xiong Ba." Nameless turned around and looked at Sword Saint with sincere eyes. "Although Xiong Ba is ambitious, his fate is not yet exhausted, and he is related to the overall situation of the martial arts world. If you insist on killing him, it will inevitably cause a catastrophe in the martial arts world and cause great suffering to the people."

"I don't want to see bloodshed and violence erupt in the martial arts world again."

"Hahahaha!" Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Nameless! You're meddling way too much!"

"I, Dugu Jian, have only ever had my sword as my companion! You want me to give it up? Absolutely not!!"

"I will kill Xiong Ba! No one can stop me!!"

Before he finished speaking, the swordsman's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

If we can't reach an agreement, then let's fight!

boom!

The Sword Saint held back, his inner energy surging wildly, countless sharp sword energies instantly condensing around him, transforming into a rain of swords that carried a world-destroying force, fiercely blasting towards the nameless one blocking the doorway!

This strike contained the Sword Saint's lifelong insights into swordsmanship, and its power was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks!

However, what happened completely stunned the Sword Saint.

Just as the sword energy approached within three feet of Wuming, it seemed to encounter some irresistible force and instantly froze in mid-air!

Immediately afterwards, all the sword energy suddenly turned its sharpness around, the sword tips pointing downwards, trembling slightly towards Wuming.

That appearance didn't seem like an attack; rather, it looked like... worship!

It wasn't just the sword energy emitted by the Sword Saint.

Even outside, the Hero Sword in Jian Chen's hand seemed to be summoned by something, suddenly flying out on its own and sticking into the ground at the doorway, its blade bending and bowing deeply to Wuming!

The Sword Saint stared blankly at the scene, his mind completely blank.

"This...this is..."

The Sword Saint's voice trembled, his eyes filled with shock and awe, "The Heavenly Sword Realm?!"

Nameless remained calm, neither admitting nor denying, simply watching the Sword Saint quietly.

It was accepted by default.

The Sword Saint swayed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Heavenly Sword...

Legend has it that the highest realm of swordsmanship is the ultimate unity of man and sword, the sword of the Heavenly Way!

Before the Heavenly Sword, ten thousand swords submit!

He lost.

We lost completely.

"So be it..." After a long while, the Sword Saint sighed, and his fierce aura vanished instantly.

He looked at Wuming, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. "Wuming, you've won."

Wuming looked at his old rival, with whom he had fought his entire life, and a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

He could see that although the Sword Saint's sword intent was fierce, his life force was exhausted and he was only supported by an undying fighting spirit.

This is what is known as "the lamp running out of oil and the oil burning out."

"Brother Dugu, you should leave." Wuming stepped aside to make way for him. "I know that even if I stop you today, you will never give up. But I also know... your current body is no longer capable of killing Xiong Ba."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint's body trembled slightly.

He gave Wuming a deep look, without rebuttal or anger.

Because what the anonymous person said was true.

He walked to the table, picked up the half-empty jug of wine that Wuming had drunk, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp!

"Good wine!" The Sword Saint laughed loudly, slammed the empty wine jug onto the table, then waved his sleeve and strode away.

In the wind and snow, his back was hunched, yet still as straight as a sword.

This is the last pride of a legendary swordsman.

Nameless stared in the direction the Sword Saint had left, remaining silent for a long time.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted slightly. Looking at the desolate snowfield in the distance, he channeled his inner energy and said calmly:

"Since you're here, why not come out and greet us?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Chen was shocked and quickly looked around, but all he saw was snow and no sign of anyone.

"Master, who are you talking to?" Jian Chen asked in confusion.

However, the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Hundreds of feet away, on the previously empty snowfield, a figure slowly emerged as if from nowhere.

It was a young man dressed in white, with a handsome face and an otherworldly air, walking step by step towards the thatched hut through the wind and snow.

It seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the thatched hut.

"As expected of a martial arts legend." Jiang Chen looked at the nameless man standing at the door and smiled slightly. "He actually managed to find me."

Wuming looked at Jiang Chen in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"What a brilliant method of concealment," Wuming exclaimed. "If I hadn't reached the Heavenly Sword Realm and possessed an extremely keen sense of the surrounding energy, I probably wouldn't have been able to detect you."

What surprised him even more was that the young man in front of him looked to be about the same age as Jian Chen, but his cultivation was unfathomable, and his calm and composed demeanor was far superior to that of his peers.

"What brings you here so late at night?" Wuming asked casually.

Before Jiang Chen could speak, Jian Chen stepped forward, blocking Wuming's path and watching Jiang Chen warily.

"Halt! Don't come near my master!" At this moment, a mysterious and unpredictable expert appeared, so Jian Chen naturally dared not be careless.

Jiang Chen glanced at Jian Chen, a playful smile curving his lips, then looked at Wuming and said loudly:

"My name is Jiang Chen. I have long admired the name of the Heavenly Sword Nameless, and I have come to pay you a visit today."

"I also possess a sword technique, and I would like to experience the legendary Heavenly Sword Realm!"