I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jiang Chen gently blew away the tea leaves floating in the teacup, took a sip of the slightly cool tea, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"good."

He looked at the spot where the sword saint had vanished, his eyes showing no regret, only the joy of a successful outcome.

Just now, his "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye" had completely captured all the mysteries of Sword Twenty-Three.

Furthermore, during the deduction process, the dross was removed and the essence was retained, pushing it to a higher level!

"The physical body is dead, so where does the spirit reside?"

"Sword Saint, oh Sword Saint, your death forged my 'Six Paths Sword of No Heaven'!"

The wind and snow continued, but the atmosphere at the Third Branch School Stadium was completely different.

Xiong Ba was panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat.

The fear in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a euphoric joy at surviving a catastrophe, and with it came an overwhelming killing intent!

"Hahahaha!!" Xiong Ba laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the surrounding area and making the snowflakes tremble.

"Sword Saint, oh Sword Saint, you are ultimately no match for me! You cannot defy fate!!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Xiong Ba turned his head sharply, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the seats of the Wushuang City people.

There, Dugu Ming, Shi Wuzun, and the others were in a state of extreme shock and grief.

"Those who submit to me prosper, those who defy me perish!" Xiong Ba waved his hand, pointing at the people of Wushuang City, and shouted fiercely, "The remnants of Wushuang City are plotting a rebellion! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven! Kill them!!"

"Kill!!" With Xiong Ba's order, the disciples of the World Society, who had been waiting for a moment, surged out like a tide.

Qin Shuang took the lead, moving with lightning speed, and led a group of elite disciples straight towards the Wushuang City camp.

"Protect the young city lord!!" Shi Wuzun roared, his body radiating golden light. He unleashed the Tathagata Palm, sending the few World Society disciples at the forefront flying.

Dugu Ming assumed a fighting stance and unleashed his Dragon Subduing Divine Leg technique. Although he was terrified, he had no way out and could only grit his teeth and fight back.

In an instant, shouts of battle filled the air, and blood stained the pristine snow.

Qin Shuang's gaze was cold, and he ignored Shi Wuzun and Dugu Ming. His target was clear—Duan Lang!

"Duan Lang! Traitor, die!!" Qin Shuang roared, her fists brimming with chilling frost as she unleashed the Heavenly Frost Fist's ultimate technique, "Frosty Embrace of the Moon," aiming straight for Duan Lang's face.

This punch was chillingly powerful, freezing the air wherever it passed, its force astonishing.

However, facing Qin Shuang's all-out attack, Duan Lang revealed a disdainful sneer.

"Hmph, Qin Shuang, is that all you've got?" Duan Lang stood with one hand behind his back, gripping the Fire Kirin Sword tightly, but showed no intention of drawing it.

Seeing the frost-covered fist hurtling towards him, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "You use your fists? Then I'll use my fists too!"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Lang suddenly clenched his left fist and, without dodging or avoiding, directly met the attack with a punch!

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch, yet it contained a terrifying and domineering power.

"Bang!!" The two fists collided, producing a dull thud.

Qin Shuang felt an overwhelming force surge towards her, and her proud Heavenly Frost Cold Qi was instantly shattered by the opponent's scorching and domineering fist force!

"What?!" Qin Shuang was shocked, as if struck by lightning. She staggered back several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard stone slab.

In contrast, Duan Lang remained standing proudly, sword in hand, motionless.

"How is this possible..." Qin Shuang looked at her fist in disbelief. It was throbbing with pain, and the cold energy was backfiring, causing a sharp pain in her meridians.

"Qin Shuang, you're too weak." Duan Lang looked at him contemptuously. "In front of me now, you don't even have the right to make me draw my sword!"

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen stood there listlessly, holding a teacup in his hand.

A group of bloodthirsty disciples of the World Society saw this seemingly weak young man in white and immediately thought he was an easy target, so they all yelled and rushed towards him.

"Kill him!!"

"This kid's also part of the Peerless City gang!"

More than a dozen steel knives came slashing from all directions, their cold light flashing.

Jiang Chen sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Isn't it better to be alive? Why come here to die?"

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids; he simply raised one hand and waved it lightly.

"Bang!"

The disciple at the very front seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, flying backward at an even faster speed than he had come, knocking down a group of his companions.

Jiang Chen's feet shifted slightly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One punch, one kick, one kill.

His movements were as slow as if he were practicing Tai Chi in a park, but to the disciples of the World Society, they were as fast as a ghost.

Every punch landed precisely in the opponent's chest, and every kick landed accurately in the opponent's stomach.

Without using any advanced martial arts techniques, it was simply a matter of overwhelming strength and speed.

In the blink of an eye, a circle of people lay down around Jiang Chen, clutching their stomachs and writhing in agony on the snow, unable to get up again.

From the stands, Xiong Ba took in everything.

When he saw Qin Shuang being knocked back by Duan Lang's punch, his brows furrowed slightly.

"waste!"

Xiong Ba snorted coldly, his gaze falling on the Peerless Sword beside him.

"Shuang'er, catch the sword!" Xiong Ba suddenly grabbed the Peerless Sword, gathered his inner strength, and threw it towards Qin Shuang.

"Clang—!!" The longsword cut through the air like a shooting star across the battlefield, landing firmly on the stone slab in front of Qin Shuang, its tip humming and vibrating.

Qin Shuang's spirits lifted, and she drew her peerless sword, her eyes rekindling with fighting spirit: "Thank you, Master!!"

With the divine weapon in hand, Qin Shuang's aura surged.

Meanwhile, the various martial arts figures watching the battle from all sides, seeing Xiong Ba's incredible power and the unstoppable momentum of the World Alliance, also became interested in something.

The Sword Saint is dead, and the fate of Wushuang City is sealed.

The martial arts world now belongs to the powerful and domineering!

"Our leader is awe-inspiring! We are willing to lend him our strength to eliminate the treacherous officials!!"

"Kill them! Annihilate the remaining forces of Wushuang City!!"

"The chance to curry favor with Boss Xiong has arrived! Everyone, let's attack!!"

In an instant, the originally neutral martial arts heroes turned against him, drew their weapons, and joined the siege of Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down!

Shi Wuzun and Dugu Ming felt the pressure increase dramatically, and the already difficult situation instantly became precarious.

"Damn it... these sycophantic scoundrels!!" Dugu Ming was filled with grief and indignation, his body already bearing many wounds.

Shi Wuzun was also covered in blood, but he still stood firmly in front of Dugu Ming, unleashing golden palm prints time and time again, but gradually his strength began to wane.

The entire Third Branch School campus has been completely transformed into a slaughterhouse!

"Young City Lord! Run!!" Shi Wuzun forced back several experts with a single palm strike, then turned and roared at Dugu Ming.

At this moment, Dugu Ming was surrounded by seven or eight sect leaders, his body covered in sword wounds and dripping with blood.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

"Leave your life behind!"

The sect leaders grinned maliciously, each move ruthless, aimed directly at Dugu Ming's vital points.

"Aaaaaah!!" Trapped in a desperate situation, Dugu Ming's eyes flashed with a crazed light.

In the face of life and death, a flash of inspiration seemed to pass through his mind, and his previously sluggish leg techniques suddenly became seamless!

"Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg - Slaying Dragons to Seek the Dao!!" Dugu Ming roared, his legs transforming into countless afterimages, his energy like a dragon, bursting forth with a resolute and tragic aura.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

Caught off guard, the sect leaders who were attacking him were sent flying backward, coughing up blood, by the explosive force of his leg.

"Go!!" Taking advantage of the brief moment, Dugu Ming leaped up, grabbed Shi Wuzun's shoulder, and the two soared towards the roof of the main hall, trying to escape from this place.

However, just as he was falling towards the roof, Dugu Ming's face suddenly turned pale.

The kick he unleashed in that desperate situation, though incredibly powerful, had exhausted all his potential and exacerbated his internal injuries.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, Dugu Ming's true energy faltered, his legs went weak, and he actually slid off the roof!

"Young City Lord!!" Shi Wuzun was shocked. Without thinking, he jumped off the roof and caught Dugu Ming with his broad back.

"Hmph, trying to run away?" On the stands, Xiong Ba watched this scene coldly, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

He slowly raised his right hand, joined three fingers together, and a chilling, transparent energy gathered at his fingertips.

"The Divine Finger of Three Parts—Splitting Jade and Gold!"