I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Amidst this chilling, grotesque laughter.

Then, one after another.

Two thousand perfectly healthy, soft bodies were stuffed headfirst into that narrow, terrifying well by the eunuchs, just like throwing away dead logs!

The dark, terrifying well opening was completely silent, without even a single echo.

Meanwhile, inside the brightly lit palace...

Dugu Ming sat upright on the large dragon throne.

He casually waved his hand lightly.

"boom--"

A powerful surge of true energy swept across, instantly slamming the extremely heavy palace doors shut.

It completely shut out all the chilling atmosphere of death from the outside world.

In the center of the main hall, only the hundreds of survivors who had acted quickly and had knelt down beforehand, their legs trembling, remained.

Dugu Ming's deep and cold gaze slowly swept over the group of exquisite beauties who had escaped death.

"you……"

"Are you willing to submit to me?"

An extremely flat voice echoed softly amidst the flickering red candles filling the room.

These women, who have survived so many ups and downs, are all incredibly shrewd and perceptive.

The voice just fell.

One of the most discerning and daring beauties immediately understood the deeper meaning behind the emperor's words.

She raised her eyes, which were brimming with autumn water, and her long, trembling fingers reached to her waist, gently untying the ribbon.

The gorgeous outer garments slid down her shoulders like flowing water.

In the dim candlelight, the beauty completely removed all her coverings, revealing her flawless, jade-like skin without reservation.

The instinct for survival and the desire for power and status instantly overwhelmed all previous restraint.

The hundreds of other beauties kneeling on the ground around them also suddenly realized what was going on.

In order to survive, and even more so to try and win the supreme favor of this sovereign of all under heaven.

The rustling sounds of clothes being undressed echoed throughout the vast bedchamber, like spring breezes brushing away fallen leaves.

The layers upon layers of opulent palace attire from the previous dynasty, like the shackles of a bygone era, were discarded and left on the ground.

In a short time.

Within the imperial court, deep in winter, it was as if spring had unexpectedly arrived.

Hundreds of soft, jade-like bodies swayed and overlapped in the candlelight, and everywhere one looked was a dazzling display of fair skin and delicate bones.

Dugu Ming leaned back on the large dragon bed, his fingertips tapping the armrests absentmindedly.

As he gazed upon His Highness's exquisite beauty and utter submission, reminiscent of a hundred flowers prostrating themselves on the ground, a playful smile slowly curved his lips.

The cold nights of chaotic times are always dreary and cruel.

But for this newly ascended ruler...

This secluded palace, which has just changed hands, is only just beginning to turn the first page of spring's surging tide.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the seven-day deadline set by the Peerless Emperor for Duan Lang arrived.

Outside the Great Qian Imperial City, at Longfeng Peak.

This majestic mountain was a legendary and perilous place more than a decade ago.

Back then, Wushen attempted to ascend to the throne and dominate this place, but ultimately encountered fierce resistance from top masters such as Wuming and Fengyun.

That unprecedented and earth-shattering battle caused most of Dragon Peak to collapse.

And now.

After more than a decade of nationwide reconstruction, Longfeng Peak has been completely restored to its former grandeur, rising once again from the ground and soaring into the clouds.

At the summit of Dragon Peak lies a vast, flat plaza surrounded by several magnificent halls.

At this moment.

On the high platform in the center of the square, Dugu Ming sat prominently on the enormous dragon throne that symbolized the highest power in the world.

Below the high platform.

A large group of civil and military officials of the Great Qian Dynasty, who had just surrendered, knelt in a dark mass.

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live! Long live the Emperor—!!"

The deafening roar of worship echoed continuously atop Dragon Peak.

In a breathtakingly solemn atmosphere.

A high-ranking official in charge of the Ministry of War crawled forward on his knees, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold stone slab, and reported loudly in a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty!"

"We've just received an urgent report from the commanders of the nine gates of the Imperial City!"

"The million-strong mutinous army guarding the border has reached the city gates, and now it has divided into nine routes, completely surrounding the capital!!!"

This statement came out.

The kneeling civil officials below immediately felt their legs go weak and gasped in extreme horror.

A million-strong army—this is a terrifying military might capable of crushing all mortal forces.

however.

Sitting upright on the dragon throne, Dugu Ming didn't even pause for a moment while tapping his fingers on the armrests.

He gazed indifferently at the vast sea of ​​clouds beyond the peak, his deep eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"It's alright."

"No matter how many come, they're nothing more than chickens and dogs rushing to their deaths."

His tone was extremely calm, yet it exuded an absolute arrogance that could dominate the ages.

The kneeling officials below the stage secretly wiped away a cold sweat, but not one of them dared to utter a word of questioning.

after all.

Most of them had personally witnessed the unparalleled emperor before them slaughter 100,000 imperial guards with a mere wave of his hand.

For ordinary dynasties, a million-strong army is an invincible force that can sweep away everything.

But in the hearts of these officials who were already terrified...

This so-called million-strong border army dares to besiege this god-like, peerless emperor. In the end, the only outcome will probably be the annihilation of the entire army and the extermination of the whole family.

Overseas, far from China.

Inside the heavily guarded imperial palace of the Eastern Empire.

The fake emperor, "Zetian," sat indifferently on his throne, listening to the fervent reports from his ministers below.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Our spies have just sent back reliable intelligence: the entire land of China is now in unprecedented chaos!"

"The million-strong army stationed on the border has all broken camp and forced its way out. Now, only a few thousand soldiers remain to guard the nine major passes of China!"

The ministers below were trembling with excitement as they reported the news.

"Your Majesty, if our mighty army of the Great Eastern Empire could take advantage of the chaos in China and storm through Shanhaiguan, we would surely conquer the entire land in one fell swoop!!"

This highly inflammatory and fanatical report was posted.

The many Japanese ministers standing in the hall were immediately filled with enthusiasm and responded passionately.

That is at this time.

General Musashi Mori of the Eastern Japanese General's Office stepped out of the ranks.

He knelt heavily on one knee, his eyes burning with fervor as he loudly pleaded for his orders.

"I humbly request Your Majesty's permission to personally lead the warriors of the Great Eastern Empire into Shanhaiguan immediately!"

The hall was filled with a warlike ambition that seemed ready to tear the roof off.

however.

Jue Tian simply looked calmly at the group of people below who seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"No."

The two words, spoken with utter calm, instantly extinguished the fervor that filled the hall, like a bucket of ice water.

Jue Tian looked down at the astonished ministers and categorically rejected the proposal.

"The time is not right yet."

Many ministers, filled with ambition to achieve great things, and Musashi Mori remained frozen in place, extremely unwilling, and still wanted to continue to plead and persuade him.

But Jue Tian had absolutely no interest in hearing another word.

He simply turned up, stood up, and left the hall without looking back.

Walking through the empty and secluded royal corridors.

There was no trace of imperial smugness in Jue Tian's eyes; instead, a chillingly clear-headed smile appeared.

To attack China?

He knew better than anyone just how deep and terrifying the waters were in the Central Plains.

In this incredible game of chess that has already begun to unfold.

Even he himself was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of that terrifying being "Beyond the Heavens," ready to be sacrificed at any time.

With this bunch of incompetent subordinates who can't even see the situation clearly, how dare they think they can take advantage of the chaos to seize China?

That's just going to line up and die.

Jue Tian looked up at the perpetually gloomy sky over Japan.

That's all he can do now.

Only by keeping one's mouth shut and enduring silently, like a true venomous snake, can one truly survive.

The summit of Daqian Longfeng.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

Even as the sun rose high in the sky, not a single person from Tianwaitian appeared.

Sitting upright on the dragon throne, Dugu Ming did not feel discouraged at all.

Because he knew it better than anyone else.

Duan Lang and Jiang Chen will definitely not show up today.

He set this crucial seven-day deadline with great fanfare, but in reality, the people he was waiting for were three lofty martial arts legends—

Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Wuming.

Just as the entire court of ministers was being tormented by the oppressive atmosphere to the point of almost suffocating.

"BOOM!!"

A piercing sonic boom suddenly tore through the distant sea of ​​clouds.

Ten divine weapons of various shapes and sizes, carrying an extremely terrifying aura, flew through the air from the foot of the distant mountain!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!"

Ten divine weapons, like giant meteor blades falling from the sky, carrying devastating true energy, crashed down and embedded themselves firmly in the huge stone slab of the plaza in front of Dugu Ming.

The air currents surged.

The kneeling ministers were terrified by the terrifying aura of martial arts and scrambled to the sides to avoid it.

Dugu Ming looked at the ten buzzing divine weapons stuck in front of him, and finally a smile appeared on his lips. He looked at the mountain path in the distance with great interest.

All that could be seen was a swirling cloud of mist.

A cold and upright figure slowly appeared, step by step, up the extremely long steps of Dragon Peak.

The moment I saw that person's face clearly.

The ministers who had stepped aside stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with utter disbelief and shock.

That person looked exactly like the emperor of the previous dynasty!

"That was the emperor of the previous dynasty?!"

"Did he come back alone to die?!"

Amidst the apprehensive discussions of the assembled officials.

Dugu Ming sat upright on the high platform, the interest that had just risen in his eyes vanished in an instant.

Instead, it became utterly tasteless.

Although the true energy emanating from the ten divine weapons stuck in the ground was indeed fierce enough.

But in his eyes now, these fancy tricks are still nothing more than eye-catching dummy moves.

He didn't care at all whether the so-called "former emperor" had learned his new martial arts skills by chance or from somewhere else.

What he didn't know was that the person standing on the steps was not the former emperor at all, but the former emperor's elder brother—Wenlong.

In his eyes, it doesn't matter who comes.

Unless it's someone like Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, or Wuming, anyone of this caliber who goes up the mountain will only end up with one fate.