I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The wind and snow intensified, and noon had arrived.

On the three school campuses, heavy snow fell and the cold wind howled, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

"It's past noon, why hasn't the Sword Saint arrived yet?"

"Looks like they're really not coming. Sigh, what a wasted trip."

"I never expected that a Sword Saint would actually desert in the face of battle. He is truly not as famous as he is."

On the stands, martial arts practitioners from various schools began to stir, with voices of disappointment, mockery, and regret filling the air.

On the high dragon throne, Xiong Ba looked at the empty entrance, and his tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

"Hahahaha!" Xiong Ba suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter shaking the entire arena. "It seems the Sword Saint knows his place and is no match for me, so he dares not come!"

"In that case, these three school grounds will be the place for everyone to gather today!"

"Men, prepare wine and a banquet! I, an old man, will drink three hundred cups with all of you heroes!" Xiong Ba waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the clouds.

In the seat of Wushuang City, Dugu Ming's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

"Uncle... are you really scared?" He couldn't believe that the proud Sword Saint would do something like deserting in the face of battle.

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled.

Jiang Chen, who was sitting next to Duan Lang, suddenly put down his teacup and looked through the crowd and the magnificent buildings, toward the long stone steps outside the gate of the World Society.

In his "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye" vision.

An old, hunched figure was slowly and laboriously making its way to the mountaintop.

He is the Sword Saint.

At this moment, he had lost his former sharpness and brilliance, and his whole body was lifeless, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out.

The battle with the nameless man exhausted his last bit of life.

Right now, he's sustained entirely by a single, unwavering belief!

An obsession with creating the perfect sword technique to kill Xiong Ba!

"One step... two steps..."

With each step the Sword Saint took, he had to stop and catch his breath for a long time, but in his cloudy old eyes, the sword intent grew brighter and purer.

Finally, when we reached the halfway point of the mountain...

His body suddenly froze, remaining motionless with one leg raised.

It resembles a weathered stone sculpture.

But in Jiang Chen's eyes, at this moment, the Sword Saint's soul was burning and sublimating!

"I understand..." Jiang Chen murmured softly.

boom!

A loud bang was heard.

The massive, tightly closed gate of the World Society was shattered by a single palm strike from the inside!

Amidst a flurry of wood chips, a figure exuding a menacing aura strode out, carrying a female corpse.

Outside the door lies a long, winding stone staircase with thousands of steps.

It was Bu Jingyun!

With bloodshot eyes, he would kill gods and Buddhas alike if they stood in his way.

When he saw the old man standing motionless on the stone steps, the murderous intent in his eyes surged instantly.

"It's you?!" Bu Jingyun recognized the old man; it was the Sword Saint who had almost killed him with a single sword strike!

But he has gone mad.

In his eyes, Kong Ci was just asleep, but this old man dared to block their way and disturb Kong Ci's peace!

"Get out of my way!!" Bu Jingyun roared.

Although he could sense the terrifying aura emanating from the old man in front of him, which even made him instinctively tremble.

But at this moment, anyone who dares to stop him and Kong Ci will die!

Bu Jingyun carefully placed Kong Ci on the flat ground to the side, and then, like a raging lion, he pounced on the Sword Saint!

Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Calamity Clouds Descend from Heaven!

Three branch campuses.

Seeing that everyone was losing interest, Xiong Ba stood up and said loudly:

"Since the Sword Saint has broken his promise, today's duel is off."

"Since you have come from afar, why not stay at our guild for a few more days, rest and have some fun, and let me do my part as your host?"

Upon hearing Xiong Ba's words, everyone stood up, preparing to bow and take their leave.

however.

hum!

The world changed color!

The heavy snowfall that had been falling suddenly stopped, as if the snowflakes dancing in the sky had been frozen in mid-air by an invisible hand.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

The wind stopped.

The clouds have stopped.

Each snowflake was clearly visible, crystal clear.

The martial arts practitioners who had just stood up remained in the cupped-hands posture, their expressions frozen in that moment.

Even Xiong Ba, standing on the high platform, remained frozen in place, still in his walking posture.

Time and spacetime frozen!

In the deathly silence, a semi-transparent figure appeared out of thin air at the entrance to the training ground.

It's the Sword Saint!

Or rather, it is the sword saint's primordial spirit!

Annihilation of Heaven and Earth—Sword Twenty-Three!

The Sword Saint's primordial spirit hovered in mid-air, his face indifferent, his eyes fixed on Xiong Ba on the high platform.

He took a step forward, his figure drifting forward like a ghost.

Chi Chi Chi!

Wherever it passed, martial artists frozen in place didn't even have a chance to react before their bodies were instantly pierced by the invisible sword energy, turning into a sky full of blood mist!

In this frozen space-time, the Sword Saint is the sole ruler!

however.

Just as the Sword Saint was about to float past the seats of the Peerless City, his steps suddenly paused slightly.

Because he discovered that in this frozen world, there was actually one person who was "alive"!

Jiang Chen sat in a chair, holding a teacup in his hand, calmly looking at the Sword Saint.

Within a three-foot radius around Jiang Chen, there seemed to be an independent world, completely isolating the power that freezes time and space.

It is... the Sword Realm!

"So that's how it is..." A hint of understanding and shock flashed in the Sword Saint's cold eyes.

"So the true pinnacle of swordsmanship is neither the Nameless Heavenly Sword, nor my own Sword Twenty-Three..."

"But...the Sword Realm!"

At this moment, he finally understood what the pinnacle of swordsmanship he had pursued all his life truly was.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

His physical body is dead, and his primordial spirit is about to dissipate.

He had no time to reflect further, nor did he have time to discuss the Dao with Jiang Chen.

His only thought now is to kill Xiong Ba!

The Sword Saint gave Jiang Chen a deep look, then withdrew his gaze without lingering. His figure transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for Xiong Ba on the high platform!

"Xiong Ba! Prepare to die!!"

On the high platform.

Although Xiong Ba's body was unable to move, his mind remained clear.

He watched helplessly as the terrifying figure approached, feeling the earth-shattering aura of death, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart!

"Move! Move for me!!" Xiong Ba roared madly in his heart, desperately trying to activate the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi in his body, but his body seemed to no longer belong to him and was completely unresponsive.

"As the clay bodhisattva once said... my lifelong nemesis is the wind and clouds..."

"I can only be killed by Feng Yun... I would never die at the hands of the Sword Saint!!"

"impossible!!!"

However, seeing the peerless sword light that was already upon him, the confidence in Xiong Ba's eyes finally collapsed, replaced by endless despair.

Am I truly destined to die here today?!

Just as the Sword Saint's fingertips were about to touch Xiong Ba's brow.

Halfway up the mountain.

"Die!!" Bu Jingyun roared, and a strike containing the powerful force of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm landed solidly on the chest of the old man blocking the way!

Bang!

A muffled thud.

The already weakened and fragile body was instantly shattered into pieces by this palm strike, turning into countless fragments of flesh and blood scattered across the white snow.

Bu Jingyun was slightly taken aback.

He never expected that this old man, who had instilled fear in him, would be so easily defeated.

There wasn't even the slightest resistance.

It's like a lifeless scarecrow.

at the same time.

On the three school campuses.

"No—!!" The Sword Saint's originally indifferent primordial spirit suddenly let out a fierce and extremely unwilling roar.

Click!

It sounded like a mirror shattering.

In Xiong Ba's horrified gaze, the finger that had touched his skin and made him feel the icy coldness of death suddenly became covered with cracks.

Followed by.

The Sword Saint's primordial spirit crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless specks of starlight that dissipated between heaven and earth.

call--

The wind has stirred.

The snow continued to fall.

The terrifying power that froze time and space instantly dissipated as the Sword Saint's primordial spirit vanished.

"Huff... Huff..." Xiong Ba suddenly slumped onto the dragon throne, panting heavily, his body covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

After the catastrophe!

He stared at the empty void before him, a deep fear still lingering in his eyes.

So close!

Just a hair's breadth away, his lifelong reign as a powerful and domineering figure was about to come to an end here!

"Hahaha...hahahaha..." After a long while, Xiong Ba suddenly burst into manic laughter, a laugh tinged with three parts madness and seven parts relief. "Heaven hasn't forsaken me! Heaven hasn't forsaken me, Xiong Ba!!"

The crowd of heroes below the stage finally regained their ability to move.

"ah--!!"

"A ghost! That's a ghost!!"

"This is terrifying... I can't move... I clearly saw it just now, but I can't move!!"

The crowd erupted in chaos, with countless people collapsing to the ground, their faces filled with utter terror.

Although their bodies were frozen, their minds remained clear!

They watched helplessly as the Sword Saint's semi-transparent spirit reaped lives like the Grim Reaper, witnessing Xiong Ba's pathetic state in the face of death, yet they couldn't even blink.

This kind of despair—watching death approach with helpless force—is more terrifying than death itself!