I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The more Bu Jingyun fought, the more alarmed he became.

His prized Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique couldn't gain the slightest advantage against this menial servant!

The opponent's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, seemingly designed to counter his palm strikes.

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Overwhelming Force!" Bu Jingyun roared, his true energy erupting as he thrust out both palms, unleashing a terrifying palm force like a tsunami.

"Hmph, interesting, but not enough!" Duan Lang sneered, wielding his longsword to easily block the attack.

Upon seeing this, Bu Jingyun's anger intensified.

He never expected this handyman to be so troublesome!

"Alright! Let's see how many moves you can withstand!" Bu Jingyun went completely berserk, his figure circling around Duan Lang like a ghost, unleashing a series of palm strikes, displaying the moves of the Dispelling Clouds Palm one after another.

"Fifth move - Dark clouds cover the sun!"

Bu Jingyun crossed his palms, and the dark true energy spread like a dark cloud, instantly blocking out the sunlight and plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Using the darkness as cover, he appeared eerily behind Duan Lang and struck him in the back with a palm.

"A mere trick!" Duan Lang didn't even turn his head, and thrust out his sword with a backhand.

A flash of cold light, like a star, appeared on the tip of the sword, precisely piercing through the dark clouds.

"Sixth move - Deep Cloud Lock!" After missing his first strike, Bu Jingyun changed his move with lightning speed.

With a series of rapid palm strikes, the overlapping palm shadows acted like shackles, blocking all of Duan Lang's escape routes and attempting to trap him in place.

Duan Lang snorted coldly, his long sword dancing like a dragon, the sword energy crisscrossing and instantly pulverizing the heavy palm shadows.

"Seventh move - Tear the sky and scatter the clouds!" Bu Jingyun roared, his hands tearing through the air like sharp claws, grabbing at Duan Lang's chest with a piercing shriek.

This move is extremely vicious; if it lands squarely, the victim will surely be disemboweled.

Duan Lang slightly shifted his body to avoid the attack, and at the same time, his longsword slashed upwards, sending a crimson sword aura straight for Bu Jingyun's wrist.

"Eighth move - Cloud Sea Waves!" Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Bu Jingyun changed his palm technique again.

This palm strike is both firm and gentle, like the endless waves of the sea, one wave higher than the next, attempting to use softness to overcome hardness and neutralize the sword energy of the broken waves.

Duan Lang sneered, and his longsword suddenly trembled, with flames bursting forth from its blade.

The Blazing Sun Sword Technique is inherently a sword technique of extreme strength and yang energy. In the face of absolute power, any technique is futile!

"Ninth Form - Unpredictable Clouds!" Bu Jingyun's figure shifted from left to right, his palm strikes shifting between yin and yang, ethereal and unpredictable, making it impossible for anyone to pinpoint his attack location.

However, Duan Lang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He flicked his longsword back and accurately stabbed Bu Jingyun in his path, forcing him to turn around and save himself.

"Tenth move - Calamity Clouds Descend from Heaven!" Bu Jingyun was furious. He rose up from the ground, looking down from above, his bright red cloak fluttering in the wind.

He slammed his palms down, and a terrifying pressure, like dark clouds covering the sky, crashed down with the force of destruction!

"Get down here!" Duan Lang roared, stomping his feet on the ground and shooting into the sky like an arrow.

The long sword in his hand transformed into a crimson streak of light, forcefully piercing through the dark clouds in the sky!

"Eleventh move - Cloud Paradise!" Bu Jingyun's figure was unpredictable, and his palm techniques became illusory and unpredictable, as if he were in a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Bu Jingyun, your performance is over!"

"Take my sword too!"

"The fourth move of the Blazing Sun Sword Technique, the Heaven-Burning Strike!"

boom!

A crimson sword aura shot into the sky, like a blazing sun descending from nowhere!

The surging palm force vanished instantly in the face of this terrifying heat.

The crimson sword energy, carrying unparalleled power, slashed fiercely at Bu Jingyun.

"puff--!!!"

Bu Jingyun coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a rock dozens of feet away and shattering it into pieces.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his meridians were severely damaged and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure holding a long sword, standing proudly, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

One sword!

With just one sword strike, he severely injured Bu Jingyun, the Uncrying God of Death!

Duan Lang glanced coldly at Bu Jingyun, who was lying on the ground, and sheathed his sword.

He didn't even glance at the terrified disciples, but turned and waved to Jiang Chen, who was watching the show from a distance.

"Let's go, let's go back." Jiang Chen spat out the foxtail grass in his mouth and followed with a grin.

"Brother Lang, that was awesome! That sword strike was absolutely amazing!"

"Hmph, that's for sure."

The two figures gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain path, leaving behind only a mess and a group of Tianxiahui disciples who were questioning their existence.

The First Building of the World Society.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

At this moment, Bu Jingyun had long lost the imposing aura of the "Uncrying God of Death".

His face was ashen, a charred sword wound on his chest was shocking, and his breathing was so weak that it seemed he might stop breathing at any moment.

"Boss, Young Master Yun, he..."

Wen Chou Chou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke cautiously.

Xiong Ba, sitting high on his throne, glanced at Bu Jingyun on the stretcher with a gloomy look, then his gaze fell on the sword mark.

Xiong Ba's pupils contracted slightly, and a terrifying killing intent instantly filled the entire hall.

"What a Duan Lang! What a son of the Southern Lin Sword Master!" Xiong Ba's voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.

He originally thought that Duan Lang was just a somewhat talented handyman who couldn't cause any trouble. He believed that as long as he suppressed him a little, he could ensure that Duan Lang would never have a chance to rise to prominence.

But he never expected that Duan Lang was hiding so deeply!

Even Bu Jingyun was no match for him!

"Although Yun'er's Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique is not yet fully mastered, it is still not something an ordinary person can withstand. Duan Lang actually managed to defeat Yun'er head-on..."

Xiong Ba secretly plotted in his heart, his killing intent growing stronger.

"This child must not be allowed to live!"

Duan Lang's performance has completely exceeded his control.

The clay bodhisattva's words still echoed in my ears: "A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds."

The winds and clouds belong to him; they are the key to his rise to power.

Duan Lang, on the other hand, is like an uncontrollable variable that could disrupt his plans at any moment.

"It seems we must eliminate him." Xiong Ba slowly stood up, his true energy surging around him, his robes billowing even without wind.

With his strength, killing Duan Lang would be a piece of cake.

But then he thought about it again, sat back down, and a cruel and mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

"Since Duan Lang and Nie Feng have such a close relationship, why don't we..." A wicked glint flashed in Xiong Ba's eyes.

What he enjoys most is manipulating people's hearts and watching others struggle in pain and despair.

"Ugly."

"Your servant is here!" Wen Chou Chou hurriedly stepped forward.

"Send Feng'er to see me."

"yes!"