I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The leader of the martial arts world?!

Broken waves?!

The name struck Yunling like a thunderclap.

A flicker of barely suppressed shock flashed in her eyes: "Really...?"

But a moment later.

This initial shock transformed into an even stronger sense of vigilance.

"Why should I believe you? I've never even met the high and mighty leader of the martial arts world!"

She gritted her teeth and stared intently at the young man in the red robe, feeling as if he were mocking her.

"Just because you say you're Duan Lang, you're officially recognized?"

"presumptuous."

A chilling, ruthless glint flashed in Duan Lang's eyes as he sneered:

"A vast world of martial arts."

"No living person has ever dared to impersonate my name!!"

An extremely terrifying aura of dominance emanated from him, pressing down on Yunling to the point of suffocation.

But she was extremely strong-willed by nature, and under such mortal pressure, she withstood her fear and seized the opportunity presented by the opening:

Stop putting on airs!

Yunling stared at him with suspicion, her voice filled with pain and tears.

"Who in the world doesn't know that Duan Lang, the leader of the martial arts alliance, possesses the most evil weapon in the world—the Fire Kirin Sword!"

"You don't even have a sword sheath on your body; you're clearly a charlatan and a swindler!"

"Are you looking for the Fire Kirin Sword?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang laughed instead of getting angry.

He said nothing more, but simply raised the five fingers of his right hand.

The next moment.

A terrifying, extinct illusion suddenly unfolded in the courtyard!

"boom--!!"

A blazing crimson flame, intense enough to incinerate the entire courtyard, roared like an ancient beast, erupting wildly from Duan Lang's palm!

The Fire Scale Divine Blade had long since become one with his bloodline and meridians.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering roar of the Qilin, he forcibly drew it out bit by bit from the surging blood energy!

Condensing a sword from the void!

Fire Kirin Descends!

The bewitching and terrifying crimson sword light instantly illuminated the dark courtyard as bright as day.

"Clang—"

The broken sword that Yunling was holding tightly against her neck immediately slipped from her hand and crashed onto the ground.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground in utter despair.

This is a divine skill, seemingly crafted by the gods, beyond the reach of ordinary human beings.

No further explanation was needed; it was enough to convince her completely.

The red-robed man before me, resembling a demon god, seemed to be defying the void...

It was none other than Duan Lang, who stood at the pinnacle of power in the martial arts world!

He remained motionless for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Yunling finally snapped out of her despair and horror.

Looking at the towering waves that seemed to swallow the entire river, rising and falling dramatically, she inexplicably blurted out:

Even if you are Duan Lang...

"But what brings you, a martial arts alliance leader standing at the pinnacle, to a weak woman like me who can't even kill a chicken?"

Her face flushed red, and her eyes were wary.

"Could it be... that you've taken a liking to me?"

The words had just left his mouth.

For the first time ever, a strange ripple stirred within Yunling's heart:

Marrying such a peerless hero who sweeps across the martial arts world wouldn't be so bad.

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang on the opposite side...

His usually calm and composed eyes twitched violently twice, a rare occurrence.

He didn't even bother to glance at the self-deluded orphan girl, and with his fingers clenched, the fiery blood-red light swirling in his palm was instantly forced back into his vast blood energy.

Duan Lang was too lazy to waste another word on her.

He turned around and stepped out of the fenced yard without looking back.

This god of death left without warning.

Yunling, who remained where she was, was stunned.

Just as she was completely bewildered and at a loss.

A chilling, indifferent voice drifted clearly from the darkness dozens of steps away:

"Hurry up!"

"This leader will take you to kill someone."

Yunling was stunned and asked instinctively:

"Murder? Who would you kill?"

As night deepened, only a blurry afterimage remained of the dark red brocade robe in front of him.

An arrogant voice, accompanied by the bone-chilling autumn night wind, entered the ear:

"Your enemy."

Yunling trembled violently, and the astonishment in her eyes was instantly replaced by an uncontrollable ecstasy.

Kill Han Kun!!

She could no longer care about being reserved. She grabbed the broken half of the sword that had fallen to the ground, gripped the hilt tightly, and staggered after the red-robed youth's back as if she were in a frenzy.

Several miles away, at Iron Vulture Manor.

The entire magnificent and luxurious sprawling fortress was not only brightly lit at this moment, but the courtyard was also bustling with noise and activity.

In front of the spacious main hall is a large courtyard that can accommodate hundreds of people.

At this moment, dozens of tables of lavish feasts of wine and meat, indulging in extreme extravagance, were set up on the bluestone floor.

Sitting in the main seat, a large, bald man with a burly build and a face full of menacing features, was a man of imposing stature, resembling a wild bear.

This man was none other than Han Kun, a notorious tyrant who intimidated people for miles around.

Below him, at the banquet, were gathered all sorts of thugs, ruffians, and bandit leaders from Huaiyuan Town and the surrounding dozen or so towns.

A sea of ​​meat and wine, a chaotic dance of demons.

"Slap! Slap!"

Han Kun lazily tossed a peanut coated with a secret medicine into his mouth, then raised his large, fan-like hand and clapped it twice.

The crisp applause instantly drowned out the noise in the room.

The hundreds of vicious thugs in the courtyard fell silent, all looking up at the main seat.

Followed by.

He was pushed and shoved by several trusted thugs.

Dozens of scantily clad young women, trembling with fear, were forcibly pushed and driven to the very center of the field.

From these still-youthful and delicate figures, extremely suppressed sobs and cries of despair could be heard from time to time.

"Brothers."

Han Kun took a big gulp of strong liquor, wiped his greasy lips, and grinned arrogantly.

"This autumn harvest, the gold, silver, antiques, and cosmetics that various villages presented to me have greatly satisfied this manor lord!"

"Since everyone's so understanding, I certainly can't treat my brothers unfairly!"

He stared at the group of innocent young girls in the center of the field as if he were inspecting a cartload of livestock, and then suddenly waved his hand:

"These fresh-faced young girls are all top-quality goods that were just brought back from the surrounding villages."

"Consider tonight a treat for the appetizers below."

"Everyone pick one, and right here in this courtyard, let me have my fill of pleasure!!"

This statement came out.

The courtyard, which had been relatively quiet, suddenly erupted with a frenzied howl powerful enough to lift the roof off!

Below, the various thugs and gang leaders all had bloodshot eyes.

They swallowed their greedy, greasy saliva, like hungry wolves smelling blood, and pounced on the girls in the center of the field like madmen!

"Hahaha, she's mine! Nobody can take her from me, this little beauty is mine!"

"Get out of my way! Are you blind? I saw it first, and if you try to take it again, I'll chop you to pieces!!"

In a desperate attempt to seize the most beautiful girl, several gangs of local thugs drew their knives and fought each other mercilessly during the banquet, leaving blood staining the bricks!

These girls, who were treated like playthings, are now trapped in an abyss from which there is no return.

"No! Please... let me go!!"

"Don't touch me!! Dad! Mom! Help me—!!"

"Sizzle—!"

The sounds of rough tearing fabric echoed despair throughout the courtyard.

"Get away! Don't touch me! Waaaaah..."

Faced with these strong and skilled thugs, the unarmed girls were completely powerless to fight back, even if they were not bound.

They cried out in despair on the cold bluestone slabs, struggling desperately, retreating like lambs hunted by wolves.

But they were then violently pulled back by a pair of rough, greasy hands with a sinister smile.

Someone was slapped hard across the face by the thug, and her delicate body trembled and blood gushed from the corner of her mouth.

Someone was pinned down on the messy table and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Desperate pleas for mercy, beastly laughter, and nauseating filth.

It was completely mixed into an unbearable hell on earth.

On the high platform.

Han Kun not only didn't stop him, but laughed so hard he almost fell over, as if he were admiring a beautiful scene.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the entire jar of strong liquor, his eyes filled with a morbid, manic tyranny.

"Hahahaha—that's great! Everyone, let's drink!! Even if we're brothers fighting, the drinking can't stop!! Let's have some fun!"

The entire courtyard of Tiejiu Mountain Villa.

Countless thugs, reeking of sweat and alcohol, were wantonly ravaging the innocent orphan girl who was crying and begging for help on the ground.

The scene was a hundred times more disgusting than the most stinking livestock pens.

It has completely degenerated into a bizarre, disgusting, and inhuman hellhole!

"It's the middle of the night, and it's so lively..."

"What's this? You're throwing a victory celebration, but you don't even bother to invite your leader for a drink?"

Suddenly!

A voice, extremely languid yet filled with endless coldness and arrogance, like a death knell from the deepest hell, suddenly drifted down from the night sky.

The sound was clearly not loud.

But the moment it reached the eardrums of the various bandits and tyrants in the compound, it felt like thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing through the brain!

"ah--!!"

"My ears!!"

The countless thugs and villains who were laughing and committing evil just a moment ago were now screaming in agony.

They clutched their heads in agony and collapsed to the ground, crimson blood gushing uncontrollably from between their fingers and deep into their eardrums!

What's chilling is...

This terrifyingly powerful internal force seemed to have eyes of its own.

While severely injuring hundreds of skilled thugs, the frail girls trembling on the ground remained completely unharmed, as if they hadn't heard a sound.

Ultimate control over life and death with internal energy!

This unparalleled level of skill instantly froze the absurd and lewd demonic tide that filled the courtyard into lifeless ice.

"Who?!"

"Who's playing tricks here?! Come out here!!"

Despite the excruciating pain of their ruptured eardrums, the dozens of fierce-looking thugs below kicked over the tables, drew their gleaming machetes from their waists, and looked around the courtyard like frightened wild dogs.

The hundreds of patrolling thugs on the perimeter also drew their weapons and formed a defensive formation as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Look up!! On the roof of the palace!!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from the crowd.

Hundreds of murderous gazes simultaneously shot up.

Atop the towering eaves of the main hall, a pale, desolate autumn moon hangs high in the sky.

Under the desolate moonlight, two cold, dark figures had silently appeared on the roof ridge, looking down at the rooftop!