I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Which faction are you from?"

Han Kun looked up at the dark red figure overlooking all living beings on the roof ridge, crushed the broken stone bowl in his hand into powder, and stepped out of the crowd with a strong murderous aura.

He roughly wiped his ear, which was bleeding profusely.

Although he was shocked by the opponent's terrifyingly powerful area-of-effect internal force, the masculine strength in his bones ignited an even more ruthless rage in his eyes.

"I am Han Kun, the 'Lewd Tyrant' who commands respect for dozens of miles around!"

He patted his muscular chest, covered in scars, and pointed at the rooftop, roaring and cursing angrily.

"Boy, how dare you cause trouble at Iron Vulture Manor?"

"No matter who you are, don't forget, this is my territory!!"

Han Kun's ability to dominate this area and his fearsome reputation are not solely due to brute force.

So what if the opponent has superior internal strength?

Tonight, this large courtyard of bluestone is filled with hundreds of ruthless bandits and thieves who have tasted blood on the edge of a knife!

Even if it meant paying with human lives, it would be enough to chop this reckless red-robed brat into mincemeat!

However, Han Kun's extremely fierce threats and clamor were met with indifference.

The Broken Wave, standing atop the eaves of the main hall, did not even spare a single glance downwards.

He merely turned his head slightly with utter indifference to look at Yunling, who was still in shock beside him.

"Go down and kill them all."

His tone was utterly detached, as if he were merely instructing a servant to casually sweep away a few bedbugs.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Yunling was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

She looked in horror at the hundreds of burly bandits, their weapons gleaming, densely packed in the courtyard below, then looked down at the half-broken, scrap metal sword she held in her hand, her lips trembling.

"How...how can I kill him?"

"My rudimentary skills are no match for even a random thug down there..."

Duan Lang was too lazy to waste words, and simply flicked his slender fingertips forward half an inch.

"Buzz—!!"

A tiny, yet intensely fiery and frenzied sword intent, powerful enough to incinerate the entire world, shot out like a rapidly moving crimson serpent and instantly disappeared into the broken sword that Yunling was tightly gripping!

The originally dull and rusty ordinary iron suddenly burst forth with a clear sword cry that pierced the night sky!

The entire broken sword blade was faintly covered with a layer of eerie dark red frost.

"Alright."

Having performed this miraculous feat of turning lead into gold, Duan Lang calmly closed his eyes.

"Just take the sword and go down."

Yunling gripped the scalding hot short sword in her palm tightly.

The point where the sword hilt meets the hand.

She could clearly perceive that the unremarkable broken sword in her hand had undergone a terrifying transformation in an instant.

She took a deep breath of the cold autumn air and gritted her teeth inwardly:

How could a legendary figure like the leader of the martial arts alliance, whose word is law, possibly go to such great lengths to come here just to make fun of me?

The clear conversation between the two people on the eaves was carried by the wind to the ears of all the villains below without a single word being missed.

"Hahahaha—!"

After a brief silence, the entire Qing Shi Courtyard erupted in an uncontrollable burst of deafening, manic laughter!

Countless villains laughed uproariously, as if they were watching a fool, some even clutching their stomachs and pounding the ground.

"My sir, what incredible joke have I just heard?"

"A delicate little wench who can't even slaughter a chicken really thinks she can wipe out hundreds of seasoned martial arts masters with a piece of junk in her hand? Hahahaha!"

Using the pale, desolate moonlight, Han Kun narrowed his fierce-looking triangular eyes and finally saw the woman's face clearly on the roof.

"I was just wondering who it was."

"So it was you, you stubborn little bitch, Du Yunling, who'd rather die than submit!"

Han Kun let out a loud, arrogant snort, his eyes flashing with an extremely lewd and arrogance-filled mockery.

He tilted his thick neck back, his face trembling wildly, and pointed at the roof ridge, bursting into laughter:

"You little bitch, I thought you'd brought some kind of three-headed, six-armed, invincible god from somewhere!"

"So after all that, this pretentious red-robed idiot didn't even have the guts to make a move himself, and actually sent a useless woman like you down to your death?"

"Hahahaha!! This is absolutely ridiculous!!"

Yunling stared intently at Han Kun, her eyes bloodshot.

"Han Kun—!!"

The image of her father's gruesome death in the street suddenly exploded in her mind.

Enraged, she disregarded life and death, gripped the broken sword tightly in both hands, and leaped off the eaves!

midair.

Without any strategy, Yunling thrust the broken sword straight at Han Kun's heart!

"Hahaha, what a fiery temper!"

Han Kun remained standing in the same spot, his face full of fat, grinning foolishly.

This young lady not only has negligible internal strength, but she also doesn't even know the most basic sword moves.

What he was holding in his hand was a useless piece of scrap iron.

"snort."

Han Kun licked his lips, his eyes filled with lewdness.

"You little slut, since you've come to me willingly, I'll do you right here in front of everyone!!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Han Kun stepped forward, veins bulging on his right arm, and laughed wildly as he struck out with his palm against the broken sword!

The palm strike pierced the air.

In his eyes, this palm strike was enough to shatter broken iron, and then he could easily capture the woman.

however!

Just as the palm was about to touch the sword's edge.

A sudden change has occurred!

"Buzz—!!"

The seemingly ordinary broken sword suddenly burst forth with a crimson light!

Without Yunling needing to exert any force, the broken sword suddenly generated a tremendous suction force, firmly sticking to her palms!

The sword intent instantly took the initiative, forcefully dragging Yunling's body and making a bizarre change of course halfway forward, slashing horizontally!

Swift as lightning, and extremely cunning!

"Pfft—!!"

A flash of blood, and flesh and bone were separated.

Han Kun's right arm, which was halfway out, was instantly severed by the sharp sword energy before it even touched the blade!

The entire thick, severed arm was thrown to the ground at the root, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

"Ouch! It hurts!!!"

A pig-like scream echoed throughout the courtyard.

The thugs in the courtyard froze on the spot, gasping for breath.

They simply couldn't understand why Han Kun, a first-rate expert, couldn't withstand such a powerless sword strike.

That sword strike was just too fast!

In their eyes, all they saw was Du Yunling woodenly raising her sword to stab down, while Han Kun laughed and reached out to catch it.

The next instant, Han Kun's right arm took off from the ground!

"This idea is tricky!!"

Han Kun was in excruciating pain and covered in cold sweat.

As a seasoned veteran, he immediately realized that this was no accident!

It allowed a weak woman to easily break through his protective aura with scrap iron and sever his iron palm.

The man in red robes on the roof is definitely an unfathomable master!

"Stop standing there, you bastards! Attack him all at once!!"

Han Kun quickly pressed several major acupoints, including Jianjing and Tianfu, with his left hand to stop the bleeding.

At the same time, he shoved his subordinate aside and shrank back into the crowd without looking back.

"Let's go shoulder to shoulder!"

"That bitch is all alone, we'll crush her!"

Hundreds of thugs suddenly sprang into action!

These bullies are mostly second-rate fighters, but they are extremely arrogant because of their large numbers.

In an instant, hundreds of steel knives and iron rods were drawn from their sheaths and charged towards Yunling like a black tidal wave!

however.

Next, it was a one-sided performance by Broken Sword!

"Buzz—!!"

The sword's cry pierced through gold and shattered stone.

Yunling felt her palm being gripped tightly by a tremendous force.

The next moment.

Her body was actually torn apart by the broken sword, turning into a scarlet afterimage, and she crashed directly into the raging tide!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Swoosh—!"

A flash of blood, the sword's speed was so fast it defied all logic and required no specific technique.

Where the sword flashed, mangled bodies and shattered bones flew everywhere!

"Ah!! My leg!!"

"My intestines—!"

This group of arrogant second-rate experts were more fragile than paper in front of the broken sword.

Severed limbs and viscera flew everywhere, accompanied by screams of agony!

The Qing Shi Courtyard was instantly transformed into a pure bloodbath!

Seeing that things were not going well, Han Kun had already quietly made his way to the gate.

Taking advantage of the chaos, no one pursued them along the way.

He heard screams behind him, clutching his severed arm, his eyes filled with malice and resentment.

This grudge must be avenged!

The open door is right in front of us.

He exerted force with his feet, unleashing his lightness skill, and his speed was extremely fast.

Take one step, and the world will be yours!

"Bang--!!"

A muffled thud.

Han Kun felt as if he had run headfirst into an invisible wall of steel.

He was sent flying several feet away in an instant, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Damn it, is this some kind of ghost?"

Han Kun got up, looking completely bewildered, and stared intently at the door.

There's clearly nothing in front of me!!

There's absolutely nothing there!

He refused to believe it and charged forward again.

"Bang--!!"

Just like before, a transparent wall of air appeared in the void, blasting him away once again!

"By bypassing the Great Firewall!!"

Han Kun was completely enraged.

He bent his knees slightly and suddenly exerted force.

In one leap, he scaled several meters high and vaulted over the towering courtyard wall!

"Bang--!!!"

Another muffled thud came from mid-air.

Han Kun crashed head-on into some unknown barrier.

He was like a turtle that had been flipped over, slapped back down from the sky into the courtyard, crashing heavily into a pool of blood.

This moment.

Han Kun collapsed to the ground, trembling with cold sweat.

What the hell is going on?!

Just as he was slumped over, lost in thought.

The screams from the inner courtyard in the distance suddenly and completely subsided without warning.

The vast Qing Shi Blood Courtyard instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Han Kun's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Done! !

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A slow, deliberate sound of footsteps approached from the depths of the pool of blood.

He turned around stiffly, into sight.

Yunling, covered in blood, was carrying a half-broken, blood-dripping sword as she walked towards him step by step.

"You...you stay away!"

Han Kun was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

"I...I won't take you as a concubine! Please let me go!!"

Yunling's face was cold, she ignored him, and her steps were neither fast nor slow.

Han Kun's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"thump!"

He knelt stiffly on the ground, his head pounding like a pestle, kowtowing repeatedly.

To survive, he trampled his dignity into mud:

"Do as you please, hit me or scold me!!"

"I'm giving you Iron Vulture Manor! You can have it all!"

"I'll be your dog!! Woof! Woof woof woof!!"

The mournful barking of dogs echoed in the deathly silent night sky.

The once imposing underworld tyrant in public was now acting like a begging, stray dog.