I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Hey, hey, feed me..." Duan Lang rolled his eyes. "Hey you two, are you treating me like I'm not here? Can't you be serious?"

Upon hearing Duan Lang's words, Nie Feng turned around and looked at his former "friend," but there was no trace of old friendship in his eyes, only scrutiny.

"Duan Lang?" Nie Feng's gaze swept coldly over Duan Lang, then turned to Bu Jingyun and asked in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Yun, who injured you?"

Bu Jingyun remained silent, his cold, lightning-like gaze fixed on the Fire Scale Sword behind Duan Lang, and said grimly, "It was him, the peerless sword... was devoured by his Fire Scale Sword."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Nie Feng frowned immediately, turned around abruptly, strode up to Duan Lang, and said solemnly, "Duan Lang, return the peerless sword to Senior Brother Yun."

"Huh?" Duan Lang looked bewildered, as if he'd heard a huge joke. "Nie Feng, have you lost your mind? I took this sword with my own skill, why should I give it back to him?"

"Because Senior Brother Yun needs it more than you do!" Nie Feng said solemnly. "Duan Lang, you already have a divine weapon like the Fire Kirin Sword. One shouldn't be too greedy. How much effort has Senior Brother Yun put in to avenge himself and defeat Xiong Ba? He desperately needs a good sword to improve his strength. You should grant his wish!"

"..." Upon hearing such absurd words, Duan Lang was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Nie Feng, your 'saintly' tendencies haven't changed at all." Duan Lang sneered, pointing at Nie Feng's nose and cursing, "So just because I'm rich, I should give my money to the poor? Because I own a house, I should give it to the homeless? Just because he 'needs' it? I need the whole world then, why doesn't Xiong Ba just give me the world?"

"That's just sophistry!" Nie Feng's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "Duan Lang, we used to be friends, and I don't want to fight you. But if you're stubborn and insist on possessing the peerless sword, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Oh ho? You want to fight?" Duan Lang raised an eyebrow, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Come on! I'd also like to see if your Wind God Leg technique has improved!"

Just as the two were on the verge of exchanging blows, and the atmosphere became tense and stagnant.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a series of orderly footsteps were heard at the entrance of the Sword Pool, their voices like thunder, causing the earth to tremble!

In an instant, countless swordsmen surged in like a tide, surrounding the sword pool like an iron barrel, completely impenetrable!

"Hahaha!" Ao Tian looked down at the besieged Duan Lang and the others, laughing wildly. "Duan Lang! Bu Jingyun! And that one-eyed dragon! None of you will escape!"

Clang!

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the heavens and earth!

Nie Feng reached behind him and slowly drew the Snow Drinking Saber. Though the movement was slow, the coldness intensified with every inch the saber was drawn.

As Xueyin was fully drawn, Nie Feng's aura changed drastically. In his single eye, all gentleness vanished, leaving only endless chilling killing intent!

"No one can take Senior Brother Yun's sword." Nie Feng's voice was no longer hoarse, but instead carried a chilling, bone-deep coldness. "Anyone who obstructs will die!"

boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body, the intense killing intent almost tangible, chilling anyone who looked upon him!

"This..." Duan Lang's pupils shrank sharply as he stared at Nie Feng in astonishment. "Nie Feng, have you gone mad?!"

"Crazy?" Nie Feng's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I used to be too naive, always thinking that leaving a way out for myself was a way to meet again in the future. But now I understand..." (Comic strip, do not question)

"In the martial world, only killing can solve problems!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Nie Feng moved suddenly!

He held the sword with both hands and slashed fiercely down at the dense crowd in front of him!

"The Six Secrets of Frostbite—A Glimpse of Startling Cold!"

Rumble!

With a single slash, the world changed color!

A terrifying blade of energy, ten feet long, instantly swept across the sky!

The blade's aura was entirely ice-blue, radiating extreme cold, as if it wanted to freeze the void!

The disciples of Baijian Villa, who were the first to be hit, were so terrified when they looked up at the giant blade energy descending from the sky that they almost forgot to escape!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blade's energy crashed down, slicing through the crowd as easily as cutting through rotten soil!

There were no screams, nor any resistance.

With a single stroke, hundreds of disciples were instantly cut in half at the waist! Blood gushed out, staining the earth crimson in an instant!

But this is only the beginning!

"Kill!" Nie Feng roared, charging into the crowd like a god of death, wildly wielding his giant blade!

Where the blade strikes, blood and gore follow!

Limbs and severed arms were scattered everywhere, and mournful cries echoed through the sky.

Some people were cut in half at the waist, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground, yet they were still alive, struggling painfully in pools of blood;

Someone's head flew into the sky, and hot blood gushed out of his chest like a fountain, staining half of the mountain cliff red.

The once majestic and solemn Sword Pool has been transformed into a living hell in an instant!

Sweep through the enemy ranks!

This is a true sweep of the enemy!

The elites of Baijian Manor, who usually prided themselves on being experts, were now like lambs to the slaughter in front of Nie Feng, utterly vulnerable!

"A madman...he's a madman!"

"Run!"

"It's unstoppable! Absolutely unstoppable!"

Fear spread instantly, and the once-mighty army crumbled in an instant!

Upon witnessing this scene, Ao Tian was utterly horrified. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to his knees. "Is...is this even human?!"

"Tian'er! Run!" Madam Ao, with her vast experience, immediately recognized that this person was far beyond her capabilities. She grabbed Ao Tian and, taking advantage of the chaos, quietly fled towards the back mountain path. "As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild! This peerless sword... we don't need it!"

Duan Lang stood with his sword in his arms, calmly observing the hellish scene before him. His face showed no fear, only a hint of amusement. "Tsk tsk tsk... Nie Feng, when he gets ruthless, he's even more monstrous than me."

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Of the thousands of disciples of the Sword Worship Manor, those who escaped all fell in pools of blood!

The vast sword pool is now stained red with blood!

The strong smell of blood was nauseating.

After the last person fell, Nie Feng slowly sheathed his sword, turned around and coldly stared at Duan Lang with his single eye.

"Now, no one will bother us." Nie Feng, carrying the Blood-Dripping Snow Drink, approached Duan Lang step by step. "Duan Lang, hand over your sword."

Seeing this, Jiang Chen quickly raised his hand, feigning innocence, and retreated to a corner. "Um... I won't get involved in what's going on between you brothers. I'm just a bystander. You guys continue, continue..." After saying that, Jiang Chen actually took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and began to eat them with relish.

"..." Duan Lang's lips twitched slightly.

Brother Chen, aren't you going a bit overboard with this?

However, he was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Chen's quirky tastes.

This was because Bu Jingyun had already stood up. Although he was seriously injured, at this moment, Bu Jingyun's eyes burned with an unprecedented fighting spirit!

He walked to Nie Feng's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Wind is formless and without appearance.

Clouds are ever-changing and unpredictable.

At this moment, the winds of change are blowing!

Two powerful forces surged into the sky, firmly locking onto the broken waves!

"Duan Lang." Bu Jingyun stared intently at Duan Lang, his voice as cold as iron. "Give me back my sword. Otherwise... die!"

"Insolence!" With a roar, two figures suddenly appeared, blocking Duan Lang's path. They were Wen Nu and Leng Yan, the sword-guarding slaves of Baijian Manor. Their sword aura was chilling, and they shouted in unison, "Don't harm the young master!"

Duan Lang merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm to the point of indifference, and said, "Step back."

"Young Master, these two are quite strong, and..."

"I'm telling you to step back." Duan Lang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. "Leave the Sword Pool. This is none of your business."

"But……"

"Get lost!" Duan Lang suddenly turned his head, and a terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the two of them!

The two sword slaves trembled violently, feeling as if they were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, and cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

The two dared not say a word, quickly bowed and paid their respects, and then fled the Sword Pool in a panic.