I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Such a devastating and deadly strike, with its overwhelming power, would be so powerful that even a supreme master who had dominated the world for centuries and possessed profound skills would not dare to take it head-on if he stood here, for touching it would mean certain death!

Faced with this blood-fiend storm powerful enough to flatten the entire Dragon Peak, Dugu Ming, suspended in the sky, merely raised his right hand with utter indifference.

He slammed down from mid-air, suppressing the enemy with a single hand!

"The wail of mere ants."

boom--!!!

As the palm pressed down, a primordial power beyond description in mortal language surged forth like a bursting dam in the universe!

The two forces collided violently in mid-air.

There was no terrifying stalemate that the evenly matched forces had anticipated.

The only way is a one-sided, complete collapse!

In the instant the Primordial Force Field swept over, this 800,000 units of true energy, powerful enough to kill a god, disintegrated and crumbled without making a sound, just like the remnants of snow under the scorching sun!

What is Hunyuan?

When the Primordial Chaos emerges, all things return to nothingness!

Wherever the power reaches, all martial arts energy and yin-yang laws collapse and dissipate, completely returning to the most primitive chaotic origin, with no possibility of restoration or reconstruction!

"puff--!!!"

"Pfft—!!!"

The Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation was forcibly obliterated by this overwhelming Primordial Chaos Power.

An immeasurable backlash instantly spread through the array's core and veins to every corner of Dragon Peak!

The eight generals at the core of the formation all fell backward, spewing out gruesome internal organs and blood, their heavy steel armor shattering and scattering everywhere.

Behind them, their once-proud and formidable army was like a harvested wheat field, screaming in agony as their knees smashed against the stone slabs, gushing out crimson blood!

"impossible……"

Shi Dingtian stared in disbelief at his hands slamming heavily to the ground, crimson blood continuously oozing from his mouth and nose. His worldview, built up over a lifetime of military service, was utterly shattered into dust at that moment.

"That's absolutely impossible!!!"

Extreme fear and despair instantly consumed the soul of this battle-hardened general.

These 800,000 tough guys who have been stationed on the border year after year, risking their lives every day, have never seen or even imagined that such a powerful force that disregards the common sense of martial arts could exist in the world!

Keep in mind, this was a fatal blow that gathered the lifeblood of 800,000 people!

Its oppressive power is so strong that even a supreme master who has dominated the world for hundreds of years and possesses profound skills would never dare to confront it head-on, for touching it would mean certain death!

Everyone had previously thought that even if this attack couldn't obliterate Dugu Ming, it would at least severely injure him and cause him to bleed on the spot!

But the cold reality is that this ultimate move, which exhausted half the lives of the entire army, was completely and effortlessly destroyed in front of this peerless emperor, without even causing a ripple!

Wenlong was completely dumbfounded, his lips turned white and he trembled violently.

The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in his heart was ruthlessly and cruelly extinguished.

Just how many terrifying methods does Dugu Ming still have hidden?!

The ministers, hiding behind the ruins, were so terrified by this divine power that their breath and heartbeats froze.

They had witnessed the Peerless Emperor wreaking havoc.

The last time they witnessed Dugu Ming kill 100,000 Imperial Guards in one move, although they were shocked, they subconsciously felt that the Imperial Guards were just pampered young masters. In terms of the iron-blooded killing intent they had condensed, they were not even worthy of carrying the shoes of these border generals who had fought with real swords and spears!

What's more, standing here today are eight hundred thousand battle-hardened, invincible lions who have walked through countless battles and stepped over corpses!

This is not just a simple matter of the number of people increasing eightfold; it is an absolute qualitative change under the hundreds of times amplification of the Ming Dynasty's number one killing formation, the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams!

But what about reality?

It was still that man high in the sky, who seemed like a demon, who casually slapped her with his backhand...

A complete annihilation, a total domination!

In mid-air, Dugu Ming slowly turned his head.

He glanced coldly at Wenlong, who was slumped in the distance like a cripple, as if looking down at an ant.

"Wenlong".

"You keep a close eye on things for me."

The words fell like the final judgment of the underworld.

Dugu Ming hovered high in the sky, suddenly stretched out his arms, and then struck out several times with his palms towards the vast army below!

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!

The sky is shattering!

Dozens of lifelike and incomparably ferocious dragons, carrying overwhelming primordial power, roared wildly from his palm!

"hold head high--!!!"

The dragon's roar, which shattered eardrums, resounded throughout the entire capital city.

The tyrannical dragon, like a tiger among sheep, began to wreak havoc on the dragon peak and among the army at its foot!

"Form ranks! Hold them off!!!"

Knowing that there was no way to retreat, the eight generals, including Shi Dingtian, let out a fierce and desperate roar, frantically squeezing out all the master-level blood and energy in their bodies without reservation!

Eight powerful energies surged into the sky, attempting a final, desperate struggle.

However, under the overwhelming power of the true dragon.

"Snap!!!"

It was just a fleeting moment of touch.

Before the eight generals could even let out a complete scream, they were smashed into clouds of scarlet blood mist by the ferocious dragon claws, along with their armor!

Instant kill!!!

With their commander dead, the army collapsed completely, like chickens and dogs in a clay pot.

The enormous dragon weaved and crushed through the dense army formation. With each tearing sway of its tail, thousands of heavily armored soldiers, along with their weapons, were shredded into mincemeat!

Limbs and severed arms flew everywhere, and the wails and screams intertwined to create a true hell on earth.

Wenlong, who was lying paralyzed to the side, stared wide-eyed, and tears of despair welled up from the corners of his eyes.

This horrific scene of catastrophe utterly terrified him.

"It's over..."

"The Ming Dynasty... is completely finished!!!"

He let out intermittent moans, his last breath completely drained by the scene of slaughter before his eyes.

The massacre did not last long.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, this was merely a one-sided and ruthless reaping.

A short while later.

The pungent, heavy smell of blood completely overwhelmed the entire Dragon Peak; it was truly a river of blood.

Extremely viscous, scarlet blood, like a burst dam, poured and surged wildly down the layers of white jade steps of Dragon Peak!

slam-la-

Like a waterfall from the deepest hell, the blood on the steps mingled completely with the blood-soaked mountains of corpses and rivers of blood that converged at the foot of the mountain, emitting a suffocating, nauseating stench!

This terrifying spectacle, resembling a hellish realm, plunged the entire world into a deathly silence.

The outskirts of the capital city, far away.

Tens of thousands of ordinary people watched from afar, while martial arts practitioners from all walks of life secretly observed this extraordinary battle.

Everyone covered their mouths tightly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They stared in horror at the Dragon Peak, which was completely stained red with blood, their scalps tingling as if they had been electrocuted!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three extremely sharp sonic booms, like thunderclaps tearing through the darkness, suddenly exploded at the foot of the mountain!

Three afterimages leaped at an astonishing speed, completely disregarding gravity, directly using the boiling, pungent pool of blood at the foot of the mountain as leverage!

His movements were as swift as lightning, and his aura was as powerful as a rainbow.

In just a fleeting instant.

Three figures forcefully traversed the long, blood-stained steps, landing steadily atop the hellish Dragon Peak like heavy meteorites!

Amidst the pungent mist of blood, the face of the newcomer slowly emerged.

Dugu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three uninvited guests.

Instead of surprise, his eyes revealed a dangerously playful and cold glint.

"Oh……"

A deep sound echoed across the desolate, deathly silent summit.

"They've finally arrived?"

Dugu Ming, like a supreme grim reaper, casually uttered these three names that were enough to shake the entire martial arts world:

"Nie Feng".

"Bu Jingyun".

"nameless."

The strong stench of blood rushed into the mouths and noses of the three people as the wind howled.

Nie Feng stared at the mountainside littered with mangled limbs, his eyes twitching wildly.

"In the end, it still is..."

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Too late!"

Bu Jingyun stared at the mountain of corpses and river of blood beneath his feet, clenching his fists, his heart trembling violently.

He was known as the Grim Reaper who never cried, and had spent half his life killing.

But the number of people who died at his hands was only a few thousand.

The 800,000-strong army being torn to pieces right now is a truly unimaginable hellish battlefield!

An unnamed man in a blue robe stands against the wind.

The Heavenly Sword Heart within him sensed this carnage and began to wail.

It's too cruel.

Dugu Ming's methods are even more indifferent to the common people than those of a demon god.

"Dugu Ming..."

Wuming suddenly raised his head, and an unusually angry expression appeared on his usually calm face.

His righteous aura erupted, like a giant sword piercing the sky, locking onto the proud Dugu Ming above.

"For the sake of a mere imperial throne, you slaughtered 800,000 soldiers on the border!"

"Your act of utterly destroying the lineage is clearly an attempt to undermine the very foundation of our divine land for generations to come!"

"With all the elite troops stationed here buried, the defense line will become nothing more than a facade!"

"At that time, neighboring countries will seize the opportunity to invade, and the land of China will surely be engulfed in war and suffer immense devastation!!!"

Dugu Ming remained expressionless.

He chuckled softly and opened his arms.

"Was there widespread bloodshed?"

"Nameless, you overestimate these barbarian ants."

"As long as I alone remain here to guard this land, all nations under heaven will have no choice but to kneel on the ground and obediently pay homage!"

"Whoever dares to invade my Great Qian Empire..."

"Why not let them pick a good day and give it a try!"

boom!!!

With this declaration, the Imperial Primordial Qi swept across the eight wastelands!

Among the crowds watching from the ruins of the capital city, several miles away, were spies planted by neighboring countries.

All the spies were so shocked by the immense pressure that they immediately knelt down, their hearts filled with terror.

The spies, their hands trembling and their backs soaked with cold sweat, frantically pulled out their secret letters and carrier pigeons from their pockets.

They hurriedly sent Dugu Ming's unparalleled ruthlessness and domineering declaration to their respective countries via carrier pigeon.

On Dragon Peak.

Wuming was so shocked by these arrogant words that he was speechless.

He stared intently at Dugu Ming, his eyes filled with heartache.

In his view, the person before him had completely fallen into the demonic path.

The Sword Saint lived a life of integrity and uprightness; how could he have imagined that the last bloodline of the Dugu family would turn into a madman who held the power of life and death?

Nameless, filled with remorse, let out a long sigh:

"My old friend, Sword Saint, Nameless... I have ultimately failed to live up to your expectations before your death."