I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Don't even think about hurting the young city lord!!" Feeling a deadly threat, Shi Wuzun suddenly turned around to face Xiong Ba's direction.

He clasped his hands together, then suddenly opened them, and a powerful suction force burst forth from his palms.

"The Tathagata's Palm - Embracing Buddha's Embrace!!"

"ah!!"

"Master, spare me!!"

The disciples of the World Society who were originally attacking them were uncontrollably pulled over by this suction force and stood in front of Shi Wuzun.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Xiong Ba's Three-Point Divine Finger strike was incredibly sharp, instantly piercing through the bodies of those disciples, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

However, after this obstruction, the power of the finger strike was greatly reduced. When it hit Shi Wuzun, it only caused him to groan and bleed from the corner of his mouth, but it was not fatal.

the other side.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Qin Shuang wielded the Peerless Sword, resembling a mad tiger, each strike aimed at Duan Lang's vital points.

However, Duan Lang still had one hand behind his back, and with only his left hand, he blocked all of Qin Shuang's sword moves with either fists or palms!

"It's no use, Qin Shuang." Duan Lang's figure flashed like a ghost, dodging a horizontal slash, and then slapped Qin Shuang across the face with his backhand.

"Slap!" The crisp sound of a slap was particularly jarring on the battlefield.

"Slap!" Another slap.

"Too weak!"

"Bang!" Duan Lang kicked Qin Shuang in the stomach, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pfft—" Qin Shuang lay on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, her peerless sword trembling in her hand.

He never imagined that, despite wielding a divine weapon, he would still be so humiliated by Duan Lang!

Behind the Tianxiahui (World Association) is a small lakeside retreat.

This is where Xiong Ba imprisoned his daughter, You Ruo. It is usually heavily guarded, but today, all the guards have been transferred to the front mountain.

"Whoosh!" The delicate window was roughly pushed open by a hand, and a white figure floated lightly into the room.

It was Jiang Chen who had "disappeared".

"Phew, it's too noisy outside. It's much quieter here." Jiang Chen patted the snowflakes off his clothes, scanned the room, and finally his gaze landed on a man in black standing by a screen.

The man was wearing a loose-fitting black outfit, and judging from the style, it was exactly the same as what Nie Feng usually wore.

Hearing the noise, the man in black turned around abruptly, revealing a beautiful and refined face.

It was You Ruo.

Upon seeing Jiang Chen, You Ruo's eyes lit up instantly. She eagerly approached him and asked in a low voice, "Are you Duan Lang?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and looked You Ruo up and down.

It must be said that You Ruo is indeed a great beauty. Even when dressed in men's clothing, her charming and lively temperament cannot be concealed.

only……

This thought process seems a bit unusual?

"Duan Lang?" Jiang Chen pointed to himself, a half-smile on his face. "Do I look like that non-mainstream, flamboyant kid?"

"Huh?" You Ruo was taken aback, stopped in her tracks, and looked blankly at him. "You're not Duan Lang? Then who are you? Senior Brother Feng clearly said..."

"Nie Feng dressed you like this so that Duan Lang would kidnap you and help you escape?" Jiang Chen instantly guessed the plot and clicked his tongue in amazement. "This Nie Feng is quite a character. He's even willing to use a beautiful woman to save his brother."

"Who...who are you?!" You Ruo took a step back warily, her hand secretly reaching for her waist.

Jiang Chen shrugged and approached You Ruo step by step until he cornered her against the wall.

Extending a finger, he gently lifted You Ruo's chin, looking into her eyes that were darting around in panic.

"Who I am is not important," Jiang Chen whispered in her ear. "What's important is that your clothes... are really ugly."

After saying that, he released his grip, took a step back, and showed a bored expression on his face.

"I originally wanted to see how beautiful the legendary You Ruo was, but now it seems she's nothing special."

"Especially this brain, tsk tsk, being locked up for too long really does make you stupid." Jiang Chen shook his head and turned to walk towards the window.

"Hey! Stop right there! Who are you calling stupid?!" You Ruo shouted, her face flushed with anger, stomping her feet.

Jiang Chen waved his hand without turning his head: "Alright, stop acting. Duan Lang is dominating the battlefield, he doesn't need a burden like you."

"He's gone." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's figure disappeared out the window, leaving You Ru standing there alone, bewildered in the wind.

"Is this person... sick in the head?!" You Ruo gritted her teeth in anger, but for some reason, looking at the empty window, the tension and fear in her heart inexplicably dissipated a lot.

Three school campuses!

At the critical moment, a clear, long howl suddenly came from the roof of the main hall.

"Zheng—!!"

With a clear and melodious sword cry, a figure descended gracefully from the swirling snow like a roc spreading its wings.

Just as he landed, a strange thing happened.

All the weapons in the hands of the martial artists present, whether swords, spears, or halberds, seemed to be summoned by some invisible force, trembling violently, and then they all flew out of their hands and towards that figure!

"My sword!"

"My knife!"

Exclamations rose and fell as countless weapons converged in the air into a torrent of steel, surrounding the man as if ten thousand swords were paying homage!

The man landed steadily in front of Shi Wuzun and Dugu Ming. He was dressed in plain clothes and held an ancient longsword. He was none other than the nameless successor, Jian Chen!

The Hero Sword in his hand exuded a righteous aura that intimidated the entire audience.

Jian Chen's gaze swept across the entire arena, finally landing on Xiong Ba in the stands. He clasped his hands slightly and said loudly:

"My master is nameless, so I asked this junior to convey my regards to Chief Xiong."

"My master said, 'One should be lenient when one can.' Wushuang City has already fallen. I implore Chief Xiong to show mercy and spare Young City Lord Dugu and Master Shiwu Zun."

"Nameless?!" Upon hearing this name, Xiong Ba's pupils contracted sharply.

A martial arts legend, nameless!

He's still alive?!

Xiong Ba was filled with doubt and unease. If he were in his prime, he might still dare to compete with Wuming.

But at this moment, he had just escaped death from the Sword Saint's "Sword Twenty-Three". Although he appeared to be unharmed, his primordial spirit had been shaken and he had suffered serious internal injuries.

If we were to provoke an unknown person at this point...

Xiong Ba's eyes flickered as he weighed the pros and cons.

However, the martial arts masters around them, who were already bloodthirsty, wouldn't stand for it.

"Who cares about being unknown or not! I don't care!"

"Releasing a tiger back into the mountains will bring endless trouble! We absolutely cannot let them go today!"

"This brat is playing tricks! Give us back our weapons!"

Despite being disarmed, the group, relying on their superior numbers, charged towards Jian Chen with fists and feet, roaring as they charged.

Jian Chen frowned slightly, looking at this group of people who didn't know their own mortality, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Stubborn to the end." He waved his hand casually.

"Boom!!" The countless weapons surrounding him seemed to come alive instantly, flying back at an even faster speed than when they came!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of weapons sheathing their hilts rang out one after another.

The sect leader who rushed forward felt a violent tremor in his hand, and his weapon was accurately sheathed back into the scabbard!

Moreover, the force was incredibly strong, causing them to stagger back several steps, their blood surging, and their faces filled with horror.

This move, resembling "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Their Origin," instantly stunned the entire audience.

Upon seeing this, Xiong Ba became even more wary.

If a single disciple possesses such cultivation, just how terrifying must Wuming himself be?

"Hahahaha!" Xiong Ba suddenly burst into laughter, concealing his inner weakness and apprehension. "Since it's Brother Wuming's request, I will naturally give him face!"

"Get out of here! If you ever dare to set foot in the World Society again, kill me without mercy!"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Shi Wuzun felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly helped up the seriously injured Dugu Ming.

Dugu Ming's face was deathly pale. He turned around and took a deep look at Duan Lang, who was standing in the crowd, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Duan Lang gripped the Fire Kirin Sword tightly, about to step forward and follow.

"Wait!" Xiong Ba's icy voice suddenly rang out, "They can leave, but you—Duan Lang—must stay!"

"Brother Wuming only said to spare the people of Wushuang City, not that he would protect you, a traitor!"

Upon hearing this, Jian Chen was slightly taken aback, then glanced apologetically at Duan Lang.

Master's order was indeed only to take away Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun, without mentioning Duan Lang.

As a junior, he couldn't forcefully interfere in the internal affairs of the World Society.

"Brother Duan, take care." Jian Chen sighed, then turned and left with Shi Wuzun and Dugu Ming.

In the wind and snow, only Duan Lang remained, standing alone in the center of the Third Branch School Field.

All around were countless eyes filled with greed and murderous intent.

"Duan Lang! You can't escape!"

"Kill him! Let's curry favor with Gang Leader Xiong!"

"Traitors should be punished by everyone!"

Despite being condemned by everyone, Duan Lang suddenly smiled.

He laughed arrogantly and unrestrainedly.