I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

After listening to his younger brother's tearful and heart-wrenching account.

The sharp glint that had been surging in Wenlong's eyes slowly subsided, returning to a stillness as deep as a pool.

He looked at his helpless younger brother, who had carried the burdens of the world for him for decades, now looking like a stray dog. His gaze was complicated.

A deep sigh and guilt suddenly swept through my heart.

"All these years you've borne the empty title of imperial power for me, holding up this crumbling empire..."

Wenlong let out a long sigh and patted Wuchang's trembling hand heavily:

"You've really worked hard."

But after that gentle reassurance...

Wenlong subtly withdrew his wrist, turned his gaze, and quietly looked out the window at the vast bamboo forest stretching for thousands of miles.

"only……"

"I have long since merged my heart and soul with this mountain wilderness."

"From the moment I left the imperial palace, I completely withdrew from the world and never asked about anything else in this mortal realm."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chang...

His already ashen face instantly lost all color, and his eyes were filled with utter despair.

He suddenly flipped off the futon and slammed his knees hard onto the cold, hard bamboo mat with a "thud"!

"Big brother, you can just ignore whether I live or die!"

Wu Chang spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice so hoarse it seemed as if it were about to bleed:

"But this empire was built with the blood and sweat of our ancestors!"

"I am incompetent; I have lost the throne!"

"If even you are unwilling to take action, I might as well die here and personally go to the underworld to beg forgiveness from my ancestors!!!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Without hesitation, Wu Chang flipped his right palm, gathered all his strength, and slammed it hard against the top of his head!

This is absolutely not an act.

Without Wenlong's help, living with the shame of national subjugation would have been worse than death for him.

At the critical moment.

A powerful hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gripping Wu Chang's wrist like an iron claw.

Not even the slightest fluctuation of true energy was stirred up.

Wu Chang's palm strike, powerful enough to shatter rocks, vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

Looking at his own brother who was contemplating suicide, Wenlong finally overcame his obsession with escaping the world, bound by blood ties.

He let out a heavy sigh of helplessness:

"That's enough."

"We are siblings from the same mother, I can't just stand by and watch you die."

"As your brother... I'll go in your place."

Upon hearing this...

The despair on Wu Chang's face was instantly replaced by extreme ecstasy!

The Ming Dynasty is saved!

With this unfathomable elder brother appearing before him, Dugu Ming would only have the option of closing his eyes and waiting for death!

However, after the initial euphoria, the emperor's instinct for suspicion inexplicably crept into his heart again.

Wu Chang forcibly suppressed his excitement, his eyes slightly darting around, and he bowed deeply to the ground with utmost respect:

"Brother, you are truly awe-inspiring!"

"If we can slay the traitors and reclaim our throne, I will certainly welcome you back with open arms and invite you back to the dragon throne in grand style to assume the reins..."

"Alright."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wenlong waved his hand impatiently, interrupting him directly.

He didn't even glance at Wuchang, but picked up the teacup on the low table and brushed away the foam:

"I've never had the slightest interest in that old, broken chair you've been so protective of."

The cold voice was like a merciless slap in the face.

"Put away your ridiculous imperial schemes."

Don't try to test me.

At this critical juncture, his own brother ruthlessly tore off his hypocritical facade.

Wu Chang, kneeling on the ground, had his cheeks instantly turn into an extremely unsightly purple liver.

Cold sweat poured down his back. Extreme embarrassment and awkwardness left him with his mouth half-open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing Wu Chang kneeling on the ground, so ashamed that he could barely breathe.

A complex emotion flashed in Wenlong's eyes, but he ultimately softened his tone, breaking the awkward silence in the room.

"That's enough."

"We've been apart for decades, rarely seeing each other, and we've grown estranged."

Wenlong personally poured Wuchang a full cup of hot tea and pushed it towards him:

"Let's not talk about the intrigues and power struggles within the government."

"First, tell your elder brother properly how you've endured all these years while sitting on the dragon throne in my place."

Hearing his brother's gentle words, which showed no resentment whatsoever.

The grievances and precarious situation that had been building up in Wuchang for decades suddenly surged into his chest like a burst dam.

With trembling hands, he picked up the hot tea, his eyes slightly red. He sat cross-legged on the futon and opened up to his only close relative, recounting the ups and downs of his life as an emperor.

The two brothers talked all night long until dawn broke in the east.

After pouring out his heart, Wu Chang's emotions finally calmed down completely.

But then his tone suddenly changed, and his expression became as solemn as iron again:

"Brother, it's not that I don't trust your abilities."

"But Dugu Ming's skill is so profound that it is unbelievable. Ten thousand armored soldiers are reduced to dust in his hands."

Wu Chang lowered his voice extremely carefully:

"I wonder how well the legendary 'Top Ten Martial Arts Masters' are progressing in their training?"

"Unless I have an absolute certainty of victory, I would rather risk eternal damnation than see my elder brother lose his life in vain!"

Wenlong did not answer immediately.

He simply put down his teacup, his deep eyes slightly narrowing.

"boom--!!!"

Without any warning!

A terrifying aura, capable of causing upheaval, suddenly exploded from Wenlong's seemingly extremely emaciated body!

The entire bamboo house trembled violently amidst an extremely fierce howl, and an absolute pressure, as if it were tangible, relentlessly swept outward in a ring, covering the surrounding area for dozens of feet!

Within a hundred paces, thousands of withered bamboos cried out and broke under the turbulence, and bamboo leaves flew wildly and cut wildly as if caught in a terrifying hurricane!

At this moment.

Even though they were dozens of feet apart, the four top imperial guards who had been silently guarding outside the wooden bridge all shuddered violently at the same time!

The four men felt as if a colossal mountain had smashed their skulls, leaving them unable to even muster the slightest thought of resistance. The terrifying pressure that poured down from afar instantly crushed them, causing their knees to slam into the ground and leaving them sprawled in the mud!

What terrified them even more was that they felt their livers and gallbladders were about to burst.

The overwhelming surge of true energy erupting from the bamboo house was deep within.

It was extremely bizarre that it simultaneously intertwined knife, spear, sword, halberd, staff, as well as fist, palm, leg, finger, claw... a total of ten completely different, yet all of them had reached the pinnacle of terrifying martial arts intent!

The four masters, gritting their teeth, lay prone in the mud, trembling violently, their eyes filled with utter despair and terror.

"What kind of deity or Buddha is inside?!"

Inside the bamboo house.

Facing such a devastating aura, Wuchang felt no fear whatsoever, but was instead filled with boundless ecstasy!

powerful!

He is more than a hundred times stronger than himself!

Although his martial arts skills were mediocre, he had been on the throne for a long time and had an extremely sharp eye.

Based solely on the glimpse of true energy released just now, he was absolutely certain that his elder brother's current cultivation level had completely shattered the shackles of mortal martial arts.

Reaching the indescribable realm of Grandmaster!

"Brother!!!"

Wu Chang was in tears, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Like a death row inmate grasping at the last chance of life in a desperate situation, he lunged forward and hugged Wenlong tightly!

Two identical figures, locked together in a room filled with the true energy of the Ten Great Masters, separated by decades of misplaced imperial power, were locked in a tight bond.

"The Ming Dynasty is saved..."

Wu Chang gripped his brother's back tightly, his voice filled with extreme madness and hoarseness:

"A grandmaster has suddenly appeared..."

"What usurper! What traitor! He's absolutely doomed!!!"

Beyond the heavens, a solitary stream flows from the cliff.

Two tall, elegant figures stood side by side, silently gazing down at the vast sea of ​​clouds below, which churned like raging waves.

It was Duan Lang and Jiang Chen.

At this moment, Duan Lang's fingertips were casually holding a bright yellow scroll covered in mud.

This was a final ultimatum delivered by an urgent messenger sent by Dugu Ming, who died on the run at the foot of Tianshan Mountain before finally reaching the top of the cliff.

The words written on it were extremely arrogant:

"Tianwaitian Jiangchen and Duanlang are ordered to descend the mountain and enter the capital within seven days, kowtow three times and bow nine times, and submit to the emperor."

"If you dare to disobey even a single word, I will personally lead my army to raz you and the entire Outer Heaven to the ground!"

Arrogant and overbearing to the extreme.

Duan Lang looked down at the golden scroll in his hand, which exuded an extremely presumptuous aura, and felt speechless with disgust. Even the corners of his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

He was utterly speechless, and even burst out laughing in anger.

"Sizzle!"

He suddenly unleashed an extremely hot burst of internal energy between his two fingers, instantly burning the ultimatum to ashes.

"I'd like to say, Brother Jiang..."

Duan Lang turned his head and looked at Jiang Chen, who was still standing beside him with his hands behind his back and hadn't even spared him a glance. His expression was twisted and eerie.

"Did that bastard Dugu Ming's usurpation cause him to hallucinate and damage his brain?"

"What the hell did he take wrong?"

"Where did they get the audacity to dare to provoke Tianwaitian?!"

Listening to Duan Lang's merciless criticism.

Jiang Chen's gaze remained fixed on the vast sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet; he simply spoke:

Don't underestimate him.

"Regardless of his martial arts talent, Dugu Ming is incredibly lucky. He has had a smooth journey and has encountered several great opportunities."

Upon hearing the words "great opportunity," Duan Lang raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

He crossed his arms and sneered:

"Oh? With his Dragon Subduing Kick technique, what kind of heaven-defying opportunity could he possibly stumble upon?"

Jiang Chen spoke calmly, as if recounting a trivial matter concerning a dead person:

"In his early years, Dugu Ming only knew the Dragon Subduing Divine Kick."

"But a few years ago, he ran into an unlucky time traveler who called himself 'Qiao Feng'."

"A time traveler?"

Upon suddenly hearing such an extremely unfamiliar word formation, Duan Lang frowned slightly, filled with doubt:

"Brother Jiang, what is a time traveler?"

Jiang Chen glanced at it indifferently, his expression unchanging:

"Ignore the irrelevant slang and focus on the important points."

Duan Lang was choked half to death and could only awkwardly touch the tip of his nose before shutting up.

Jiang Chen turned his gaze back, his tone remaining calm as still water:

"Qiao Feng wielded the extremely powerful Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and by chance, he engaged in a life-or-death battle with Dugu Ming."