I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Phew..." Jiang Chen let out a long breath and stood up, having finished his practice.

Looking at the mess in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Excellent, excellent! This power is even stronger than I imagined! With this leg technique, even if I encounter a top-tier expert and can't win, I can still escape!"

Jiang Chen chuckled, dusted himself off, hummed a little tune, and walked back in a cheerful mood.

Today's gains were truly tremendous!

Not only did he help Duan Lang regain his honor (although he lost, he was still honorable in defeat), he also got a set of top-notch lightness skills for free.

This is a win-win situation!

As for Duan Lang...

Jiang Chen glanced back at the direction of the servants' quarters, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Brother Lang, just stay true to your role as the 'Number One Expert in the Serving Room.' As for me, I'll just continue to be a nobody..."

Time flies, white horses pass by.

In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

In these three years, the martial arts world has been in turmoil. The power of the World Society has reached its zenith, and the prestige of Xiong Ba has shaken the martial arts world.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, two young men dressed in coarse linen clothes were walking side by side.

"Brother Lang, the roast chicken at that 'Drunken Immortal' restaurant in town was really good this time, wasn't it?"

The young man on the left, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and his hands behind his head, spoke with a contented expression.

Although he wore servant's clothes, his lazy and casual demeanor made it hard to associate him with a lowly servant.

It was Jiang Chen.

After six years of refinement, his face has shed its youthful naiveté and become more angular.

Although he still maintained a nonchalant demeanor, the occasional glint of light in his eyes revealed a depth that was unfathomable.

"It's alright," the young man on the right replied casually.

He carried a long sword on his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and his brows revealed a sharp arrogance.

It was Duanlang.

In the past six years, Duanlang has undergone even greater changes.

If he was a sharp sword six years ago, he is now a peerless divine weapon hidden in its sheath.

Although its sharpness is concealed, the hidden sword intent is even more chilling.

"Tch, so stubborn." Jiang Chen curled his lip. "I don't know who it was just now, but they ate two roast chickens in one go, and almost chewed the bones to pieces."

Duan Lang's face flushed slightly, and he glared at Jiang Chen. "Shut up! I was just... expending a lot of energy practicing and needed to replenish my strength!"

"Yes, yes, yes, practicing martial arts is very taxing." Jiang Chen chuckled, not exposing him.

The two chatted and laughed all the way, and soon arrived at a waterfall.

This waterfall is located on the only way up the mountain, with rapid water flow and a thunderous roar.

The splashing water refracted a rainbow of colors under the sunlight, creating a breathtaking sight.

"Huh?" Just then, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Duan Lang stopped almost simultaneously, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword.

Several figures were standing on the boulder below the waterfall.

One of them, wearing a bright red cloak, had his back to them, with his curly hair wildly draped over his shoulders.

Although their faces were obscured, the coldness and loneliness emanating from their very bones seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Before him knelt a trembling disciple of the World Society.

"Young Master Yun... please spare me! I really didn't mean to..."

The disciple kowtowed repeatedly, blood streaming from his forehead, his voice filled with terror.

"Hmph." A cold snort, as if from the deepest hell.

The man in the red cloak slowly turned around, revealing a cold and ruthless face.

His eyes were empty and cold, as if devoid of any human emotion.

It was none other than Bu Jingyun, the second disciple of Xiong Ba, known as the "Uncrying Death God"!

"What use are you if you're incompetent?" Bu Jingyun's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his palm and struck out!

A muffled "bang!"

Before the disciple could even scream, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rocks behind him. Blood gushed from his mouth, and it was clear he was going to die.

"Hiss..." Jiang Chen gasped.

Just as rumored, Bu Jingyun is ruthless and unpredictable!

They killed him simply because he was incompetent!

"Let's go." Duan Lang frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Although he was arrogant, he did not indiscriminately kill innocent people.

He strongly disapproved of Bu Jingyun's behavior of treating human life as worthless.

The two exchanged a glance and then prepared to take a detour.

However, just as they turned around, Bu Jingyun's icy gaze suddenly swept over them.

What kind of look was that?

Cold, empty, and filled with murderous intent, as if being targeted by a bloodthirsty beast.

"What are you looking at?" Bu Jingyun coldly uttered three words.

Jiang Chen's heart tightened, and he thought to himself, "This is bad."

Is this guy a mad dog? He'll bite if he even looks at you?

Before Jiang Chen could even open his mouth to explain, Bu Jingyun suddenly moved!

Without any warning, without any nonsense.

A bright red cloak drew a sharp arc in the air, and Bu Jingyun appeared in front of the two of them in an instant, like a drifting dark cloud!

"Die!" A cold word came out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a palm shrouded in mist, carrying a terrifying force like an overwhelming tidal wave, slammed down on the tops of the two people's heads!

Cloud-Dispelling Palm!

If they disagree, they'll kill each other without hesitation!

This is Bu Jingyun, the Uncrying Death God!

This palm strike was delivered without any restraint, clearly indicating genuine anger.

"Hmph!" Facing this sure-kill attack, Duan Lang showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Clang—" The longsword was drawn from its sheath, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens!

A crimson sword light instantly pierced through the clouds, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it met the terrifying palm.

"Boom!" The palms and swords clashed, unleashing a deafening roar.

The violent energy swept outwards, blasting waves several meters high into the pool beneath the waterfall.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Bu Jingyun's figure swayed, and he was actually forced back three steps by this sword!

But Duanlang remained as steady as Mount Tai, completely still.

"What?!" Not far away, the disciples of the World Society who were originally trembling with fear now stared wide-eyed, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.

What did they see?

The usually aloof and arrogant young master, Bu Jingyun, known as the "Uncrying Death God," was actually forced to retreat by a boy dressed as a servant?!

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Who is that handyman? How could he possibly block Young Master Yun's Cloud-Dispelling Palm?!"

"Oh my god, am I seeing things?"

The disciples discussed among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Bu Jingyun steadied himself, and a hint of surprise finally appeared on his perpetually icy face.

He stared intently at Duan Lang, his killing intent intensifying.

"It's you? Duan Lang?" Bu Jingyun said coldly, clearly recognizing the servant who had once been close to Nie Feng.

"Indeed, it is I, your humble servant."

Duan Lang stood proudly, long sword in hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Young Master Yun is truly forgetful; I never expected you to remember a lowly servant like me."

"A menial servant?" A cold glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes. "A menial servant dares to block my way?"

"Whether they're a good match or not, we'll only know after the fight!"

Duan Lang sneered, and with a flick of his longsword, a faint flame ignited on its blade.

"The first move of the Blazing Sun Sword Technique—Dawn Slash!"

Swish!

A crimson sword aura, like the rising sun, instantly tore through the air and pierced straight for Bu Jingyun's throat.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder!

Bu Jingyun's pupils contracted as he sensed the terrifying power contained in this sword strike.

He dared not be careless, and struck out with both palms in quick succession, the force of his palms spreading out like a surging sea of ​​clouds, trying to block the sword.

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Flowing Water and Drifting Clouds!"

"Wearing clouds and the moon!"

"To manipulate events and control everything!"

Bu Jingyun unleashed several exquisite moves from the Paiyun Palm technique in one breath, his palm force surging towards Duan Lang like a tidal wave.

However, Duan Lang's swordsmanship was even more domineering!

"The second move of the Blazing Sun Sword Technique—Blizzard Sun Strike!" Duan Lang neither dodged nor evaded, his longsword wielding wide and sweeping strikes, each strike carrying scorching sword energy, forcefully cleaving through Bu Jingyun's palm strike.

"Bang bang bang!"

Sword energy and palm force collided continuously in the air, producing a dense burst of explosions.