I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The night was as dark as ink, and the Milky Way stretched across the fields.

Halfway up the mountain, the houses are laid out in a continuous line, densely packed like a honeycomb, stretching as far as the eye can see.

This place was the miscellaneous service area of ​​the World Society, which used to accommodate thousands of disciples and was bustling with activity.

But tonight, this vast area is deathly silent, with only the cold wind howling through the alleys, conveying an indescribable desolation.

On the mountain path, three figures descended slowly under the moonlight, finally stopping in front of a secluded courtyard.

Jiang Chen, along with You Ruo and Duan Lang, returned to their old haunts.

You Ruo clung tightly to Jiang Chen's arm, never leaving his side, like a frightened bird, afraid that if she loosened her grip even slightly, the person beside her would vanish like a dream.

"I never thought that after going around in circles, I would end up back here again." Duan Lang leaped onto the roof, casually opened a jar of aged wine, tilted his head back and drank it down. His eyes revealed a hint of vicissitude. "Back then, we were here, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work every day, but dreaming of making a name for ourselves and becoming Xiong Ba's disciples."

Just as Jiang Chen was about to embrace You Ruo, he suddenly heard the beauty's soft moan.

She pushed Jiang Chen aside, her body rising gracefully like a startled swan, displaying the Wind God Leg Technique with a beautiful posture, and landing steadily on the roof ridge.

"Heh, I forgot you also know martial arts," Jiang Chen chuckled, his body swaying slightly as he landed beside her in an instant, casually wrapping his arm around her slender waist and sitting down.

You Ruo was soft and boneless, obediently leaning into his arms. Her soft hands, however, were restless, quietly slipping inside Jiang Chen's clothes, her fingertips lightly caressing the firm muscles of his chest, her eyes like silk.

Jiang Chen took the wine jar, but didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he looked at Duan Lang with a half-smile: "Duan Lang, you're mistaken. Back then, you were the only one who dreamed of becoming his disciple. I never took Xiong Ba seriously, let alone considered him as my master."

Duan Lang was stunned upon hearing this, his hand holding the wine jar freezing in mid-air: "What? Then why did you...?"

"I just didn't find a chance to slip away." Jiang Chen tilted his head back and took a big gulp, displaying a carefree attitude. "I couldn't wait to leave this godforsaken place and live a carefree life. Who cares about being a disciple?"

Changing the subject, he laughed and said, "But speaking of which, back then you injured Bu Jingyun, which angered Xiong Ba, and he chased us all over the world. If we hadn't run fast, we would probably be wandering ghosts on this Tianshan Mountain by now."

"Hmph, Xiong Ba is blind!" Duan Lang sneered, his eyes filled with icy hatred. "He would rather take Bu Jingyun, who always has a deadpan expression, as his disciple than give me a second glance. And now look what? His empire is ruined, and his daughter..."

At this point, Duan Lang glanced at You Ruo, who was nestled in Jiang Chen's arms, and hesitated before speaking.

"Hey! You two!" You Ru pouted in dissatisfaction, her small hand, which had been wandering over Jiang Chen's chest, slid down and pinched his soft belly hard. "Is it really okay to talk bad about my father in front of me?"

"Just telling the truth," Jiang Chen said, grabbing the mischievous hand in return, feeling its smoothness against his fingertips, and playing with it in his palm. He then looked up at the vast night sky. "Now that the World Society is just a name, it's time for this Tianshan Mountain to have a new master."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang put down his wine jar, his expression solemn. "What do you plan to do? Rebuild the World Society?"

"No," Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, "I don't like the name 'World Alliance,' it's too vulgar. If we're going to build one, let's build a new sect, a sect that stands above the martial arts world."

"A new sect?" Duan Lang's eyes brightened slightly. "What's its name? Who will be its leader?"

"As for the name, I haven't thought of one yet," Jiang Chen shrugged, casually pointing at Duan Lang. "As for the sect leader, of course you should be the one."

"Me?" Duan Lang was slightly taken aback, and waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, in terms of strength, you are a hundred times stronger than me. This position of sect leader should rightfully belong to you. I will just be your deputy sect leader or the Grand Elder."

"I have a more important place," Jiang Chen said with a lazy smile, leaning back and settling comfortably on the roof ridge.

Upon seeing this, You Ruo coiled her body around him like a snake, her fingertips tracing his Adam's apple and moving downwards, doing everything she could to provoke him.

Jiang Chen gazed at the starry sky, enjoying the warm, soft body in his arms, and said leisurely, "I don't like to meddle in trivial matters; it's too tiring. I'll just be a supreme elder, spending my days drinking, basking in the sun, teasing... cough cough, and keeping company with beauties. Isn't that delightful?"

"Supreme Elder?" Duan Lang's lips twitched slightly, his expression strange. "Aren't you a generation above me? So, I'm working myself to the bone for you, and I still have to call you elder?"

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Chen laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the silent night sky, unrestrained and carefree. "The capable should do more, Great Master Duan!"

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, a biting wind howled.

A figure draped in a scarlet cloak, like a raging fire, exuding murderous intent, stepped onto the long, towering staircase leading to the World Society.

Since the battle at Baijian Manor, Fengyun has encountered Xiong Ba on the sea.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

Enraged, Bu Jingyun completely opened the meridians of the Qilin Arm, joining forces with Nie Feng to wage an earth-shattering battle against Xiong Ba at sea!

In that battle, although Xiong Ba was a peerless martial artist, he was still seriously injured and coughed up blood under the terrifying power of the combined forces of Feng and Yun.

Just as he was about to die on the spot, this cunning and ruthless tyrant brought out Qin Shuang, whom he had already captured!

At this moment, Qin Shuang's arms were empty.

To save their senior brother, Feng and Yun hesitated to act rashly, and could only watch helplessly as Xiong Ba escaped.

Bu Jingyun deduced that Xiong Ba was seriously injured and would definitely return to Tianshan to heal.

He then set off day and night, his killing intent palpable, heading straight for the World Society, vowing to grind Xiong Ba to dust and avenge his blood feud!

However, as they stepped onto the long, towering staircase, they sensed something amiss.

Silence.

The majestic Tianshan Mountains are usually heavily guarded, and disciples come and go in droves.

This morning, the journey was surprisingly deserted, with only the howling wind echoing through the empty mountain path, conveying an indescribable desolation.

"Xiong Ba! Get out here!" Bu Jingyun roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the snow off the mountain path.

But the only response was an empty echo.

He rushed in, stormed through the Tianxiahui mountain gate, and went straight to the third branch campus.

The vast drill ground was deserted, with only a few tattered flags fluttering in the wind.

"Where are they? Where have they all gone?!" Bu Jingyun's unease intensified. He moved like lightning, rushing into Wangshuang Tower, Fengyun Pavilion, and even Xiongba Hall, where Xiongba usually gave orders. But all of them were empty!

The entire World Society seemed to have turned into a death zone!

"Aaaaaah—!!!" Bu Jingyun roared to the sky, burning with rage, and suddenly slammed his palm into the huge rock weighing tens of thousands of pounds beside him!

boom!

The terrifying power of the Qilin Arm exploded instantly, and the hard boulder shattered under this punch, turning into countless fragments that shot out in all directions!

"Xiong Ba! Where have you been hiding?! Come out and face your death!!!"

The only response he received was the crisp sound of footsteps.

Bu Jingyun suddenly looked up and saw three figures walking towards him.

The leader was dressed in pure white, his hands behind his back, exuding an air of mystery that was hard to fathom.

The beautiful woman beside him was stunning, and her presence subtly revealed a hint of the domineering spirit in his eyes.

The last person was dressed in a fiery red outfit, carrying a fire-scaled beast on his back, with a cynical and mocking smirk on his lips.

"Duan Lang!!!" Upon seeing his enemy, Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot, and his overwhelming killing intent surged out like a flood bursting its banks!

A peerless sword!

That's his sword!

In the battle at Baijian Manor, if it weren't for Duan Lang's unexpected interference, the peerless divine weapon would have already been his!

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

The murderous intent in Bu Jingyun's eyes temporarily subsided, replaced by endless greed. His gaze was fixed on the Fire Kirin Sword, as if he were insane.

"Give me back my sword!!!" Bu Jingyun roared, his body leaping up as if he had gone mad.

The Qilin Arm shone brightly with red light, its energy soaring into the sky, unleashing a thunderous force as it fiercely attacked Duan Lang!

Victory, defeat, life, and death are all forgotten.

At this moment, only one thought remains in my mind—to reclaim the divine weapon!

"Heh, a mad dog is a mad dog." Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, showing no intention of drawing his sword. Only a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. "Perfect, I've been itching for a fight lately."

"Brother Jiang Chen..." You Ruo exclaimed in shock, her face pale and her delicate hand clutching Jiang Chen's sleeve tightly. "Duan Lang... he won't be alright, will he? Bu Jingyun looks so fierce..."

"It's alright." Jiang Chen patted her hand lightly, then led the beauty to the sidelines, looking relaxed as if watching a play. "The mad dog may be fierce, but it can't harm Duan Lang in the slightest. Let's just enjoy the show."