I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, the gale-force winds are like knives.

A streak of light pierced the sky, like a startled swan falling to earth.

Jiang Chen flicked his sleeve, dispersing his true energy. The giant sword shattered, and broken stones and sword fragments rained down like rain, crashing and returning to ruins.

"This..." Duan Lang looked around, seeing only devastation.

The once prestigious "Number One Building Under Heaven," a symbol of supreme martial arts, has been reduced to ruins, yet the splendor of its past glory remains visible amidst the ruins.

"What happened?" Duan Lang's brows furrowed, a look of bewilderment appearing on his face. "Although that old scoundrel Xiong Ba is not here, this Number One Restaurant under Heaven is his pride and joy. Who is so bold as to dare to destroy it?"

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the ruins. A slight smile played on his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. This was the work of Xiong Ba himself.

Because Bu Jingyun discovered the secret passage downstairs, Xiong Ba, being naturally suspicious, feared that the secret passage would be exposed and he would be ambushed. So he painfully cut off his own wrist, destroying half of his life's foundation.

"So what if it's destroyed?" Jiang Chen said calmly. "It'll have to be rebuilt anyway. Out with the old, in with the new."

"Rebuild..." Duan Lang's lips twitched slightly, and he shook his head helplessly. "You make it sound so easy. This No. 1 Building in the World cost a fortune. Rebuilding it is no easy task."

"Money? That's the last thing we lack." Jiang Chen chuckled, pointing to the depths of the ruins beneath his feet.

"Xiong Ba dominated the martial arts world for decades, and all the rare treasures, gold and silver he amassed were hidden in the depths of this Tianshan Mountain. His little treasury is enough for us to build ten of the world's number one buildings and still have money left over."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's eyes lit up.

"really?"

"More real than real gold."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang no longer doubted anything. He slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, looked down at the continuous pavilions, and regarded all living beings as ants. Then he took a deep breath, his true energy surged, and the sound was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the Tianshan Mountains!

"Listen up, all disciples of the World Alliance! Xiong Ba is dead. From this day forward, the World Alliance ceases to exist! This Tianshan Mountain... is now under my rule, Duan Lang! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get off the mountain now!"

Rumble—!!!

The roaring sound, imbued with powerful true energy, echoed through the mountains, causing snow to collapse and avalanches to surge like a tide. The orderly Tianxia Society below was instantly thrown into chaos.

"What? The gang leader is dead?"

"Duan Lang? That traitor?"

"How dare they! Running wild in the Tianshan Mountains!"

As the chaos subsided, several powerful auras soared into the sky.

Several middle-aged men in brocade robes, leading their elite disciples, charged forward with blades, their killing intent palpable, heading straight for the mountaintop.

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you curse the gang leader!"

"Duan Lang! You treacherous and wicked man, today is your death day!"

"Disciples, heed my command! Kill him and clear our leader's name!"

These men were deputy hall masters of the World Society. They usually acted like bullies, but now that Xiong Ba was not around and the Twelve Fiends had disappeared, they wanted to capture Duan Lang to claim the credit.

Looking down at the swarming crowd, a fleeting look of helplessness crossed Duan Lang's eyes.

"Why bother..." she sighed softly, standing with her hands behind her back. "Isn't living better?"

Although not bloodthirsty, ants seek death, and only by fulfilling their desires can one achieve it.

"Since you're courting death, then... I'll grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and a terrifying heatwave suddenly emanated from his body.

"Clang!" Sensing its master's killing intent, the Fire Kirin was drawn from its sheath and fell into his palm!

A crimson sword light shot into the sky, like a fire dragon breaking through the abyss, roaring across the heavens!

The scales on the sword blade opened and closed as if a living creature were breathing, spitting out endless true fire.

boom!

Duan Lang swung his sword furiously, his sword intent pouring down like a raging torrent!

In an instant, a blazing sun rose atop the Tianshan Mountains!

Flames shot into the sky, dyeing half the sky red, and even the snow that never melted all year round turned into billowing steam in an instant!

The sky was filled with fiery streams, which transformed into a rain of meteors, crashing down with devastating force!

This is the supreme and profound meaning of the Blazing Sun Sword Technique—Burning Heaven!

However, Duan Lang had a single thought in mind: he controlled the falling fire rain, surrounded three groups but left one group vulnerable, thus leaving a way out for his disciples.

"ah--!!!"

"Run! It's Heavenly Fire!"

"Help!!!"

A celestial fire descended upon the world, as if it were the end of the world.

The disciples were terrified, abandoning their armor and fleeing in panic, wishing they had more legs.

However, several deputy hall masters and loyal followers had no way to avoid it, nor could they escape it!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fiery flames crashed to the ground, instantly engulfing hundreds of the vanguard.

There were no screams, no wails.

Under extreme heat, the physical body instantly turns to ashes and vanishes into nothingness!

In an instant, the once bustling mountain path became deathly silent, like a graveyard.

Only ashes remained scattered across the sky, and the lingering heat spoke of the great terror that had just occurred.

Looking down at the desolate mountain path, the surviving disciples were like startled birds, running wildly in panic.

Halfway up the mountain, the miscellaneous work area.

When the laborers first heard the shouting and cursing, they all thought it was a nobleman staging a play and laughed it off.

In an instant, heavenly fire engulfed the world, and the usually high and mighty elite disciples tumbled down the mountain path like stray dogs.

Everyone was horrified, realizing that the sky had collapsed.

"Run! The World Society is finished!"

"Pack your things! Quickly!"

In the chaos, one of the laborers slapped his companion on the forehead and yelled, "What the hell are you hiding! Your pockets are emptier than your face, what's there to hide? Survival is the priority!"

After he finished speaking, everyone realized that they had nothing to do and fled in panic.

"You're asking for trouble, aren't you?" Duan Lang slowly sheathed his sword, his expression cold, seemingly oblivious to the ashes on the ground. He turned to Jiang Chen, his brows furrowed with arrogance. "The flies are all dead, now it's peaceful."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, put his hands behind his back, and gazed into the distance with a leisurely expression. "Perfect, out with the old, in with the new."

At this moment, in the vast Tianshan Mountains, only the sound of the wind remains.

The World Society will perish.

A new legend begins.

"Hmm?" A golden glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes as his gaze pierced through the layers of pavilions and landed on the edge of the cliff, on the Frost-Viewing Tower. "Interesting. There are still people on this Heavenly Mountain who haven't left."

Duan Lang was slightly taken aback, and looked in that direction, only to see swirling clouds and mist. "There are others? Could they be remnants of the World Society?"

"No, it's someone I know." Jiang Chen's lips curled up slightly, his amusement growing.

Within sight, inside the "Wangshuang Tower," a powerful aura lingered, guarding it like an iron tower. Beside it, a faint, beautiful figure appeared all too familiar.

"Let's go see this 'old friend'."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure moved like a phantom, riding the wind and drifting away.

The broken waves followed closely, its feet touching the rock face, using the momentum to leap and move, like a roc spreading its wings, piercing through the clouds and mist.

In a short while, the two landed steadily in front of the Wangshuang Tower.

Inside the Wangshuang Tower at this moment.

A burly monk, wearing a kasaya, with a dark golden complexion, as if cast from bronze and iron, but with his left sleeve hanging open, clearly indicating a missing arm.

This is the "Iron-Solid Divine Monk," whose golden Buddha armor and divine skills make him invulnerable to swords and spears.

At this moment, however, this "high monk" showed no sign of solemnity. He leaned closer to You Ruo, who was bound hand and foot, and reached out with his single arm to unbutton her clothes. His face was full of lewdness. "Hehe, little beauty, that old devil Xiong Ba is finished. From now on, you belong to me! Obediently submit to the Buddha, and I'll guarantee you a life of luxury!"

You Ruo struggled desperately, making muffled noises, her beautiful eyes filled with terror and despair.

At this critical moment—

"Bang!"

The heavy mahogany doors swung open with a roar!

Duan Lang entered with a flick of his sleeve, followed by Jiang Chen with his hands behind his back.

The monk Tieshi froze, then suddenly turned around.

You Ruo was already in despair, but when she looked up and saw the white-clad figure at the door, she was struck dumb. Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she was overjoyed!

It's him!

That man who once made a lewd move on her at the lakeside cottage, a man she hated to the core yet longed for day and night!

Although I don't know his name, that face, those eyes that seem to contain three parts of returning to the origin... oops, three parts languor and seven parts playfulness, are already etched in my heart.

I once thought I was in love with Nie Feng, but after that day when I was "molested," Nie Feng's figure gradually faded away, and in his place was this mysterious villain!

"Waaah!" You Ru struggled violently, her eyes filled with tears, as if expressing endless grievances and longing.

"Who goes there!" the Iron-Willed Monk roared, his eyes flashing with golden light. He slowly raised his head, his bones cracking as if a primordial beast had awakened, and coldly stared at the two. "Those who trespass on forbidden grounds shall die!"

Duan Lang ignored him, his eyes filled with impatience. "Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm in charge of Tianshan now. Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!"