I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Overwhelming!"

Bu Jingyun roared and sprang up, transforming into a streak of dark light. His Qilin Arm shone brightly with red light, carrying a scorching and domineering force, and went straight for Duan Lang's face!

This move is the fourth form of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, with a palm strike as fierce as a tidal wave, unparalleled in its power and ferocity.

With the aid of the Qilin Arm's divine power, its might was astonishing, seemingly capable of tearing this small patch of void apart!

"Showy but impractical, full of flaws." Duan Lang shook his head slightly, without moving his feet even half a step, and slowly raised his right palm, his five fingers spread wide, with true energy flowing in his palm.

"Black Tortoise Divine Palm!"

boom!

A muffled thunderclap suddenly sounded, and a surge of energy swept through the air.

Bu Jingyun's palm strike, which was as powerful as a thousand pounds and could split mountains and shatter rocks, was actually blocked by Duan Lang with ease, stopping him only three inches away!

The two streams of true energy collided violently, creating tangible ripples that caused the surrounding snow to suddenly rise into mist, spreading across the entire area.

Duan Lang's protective aura appeared thin, but it was actually extremely condensed, resembling a towering iron mountain standing in front of him.

No matter how much Bu Jingyun urged the scorching divine power of the Qilin Arm, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to advance even an inch!

"What?!" Bu Jingyun's eyes widened in shock!

Having recently consumed several Blood Bodhi pills, his internal strength had reached the pinnacle among grandmasters. Coupled with the full power of his Qilin Arm, even the peak grandmaster Xiong Ba was injured by this palm strike. Yet, when it struck Duan Lang, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, leaving no ripples?!

"How is this possible?!"

"Your strength is weak and ineffective; you're useless! Get back here!"

boom!

The immense force of the counterattack suddenly erupted, and Bu Jingyun felt his arms go numb. He staggered back several steps, and the bluestone slabs under his feet shattered!

"I don't believe it! Let's go again!" Bu Jingyun was furious and refused to admit defeat. He stomped his foot and charged forward again.

This time, the palm technique became even more unpredictable. He struck out with both palms in quick succession, and countless palm shadows flowed like water, instantly enveloping Duan Lang's body!

"Flowing water and drifting clouds!"

The palm technique suddenly changed, from hard to soft.

The countless palm strikes were like a river bursting its banks, surging and turbulent, or like flowing clouds and water, penetrating everywhere.

The interplay of reality and illusion has sealed off all of Duan Lang's escape routes, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

"Interesting, the moves are alright, but unfortunately... the skill level is still a bit lacking."

A glint flashed in Duan Lang's eyes, but he remained calm and composed in the face of the overwhelming palm shadows.

He transformed his palms into claws, his hands reaching out like dragon claws, drawing mysterious trajectories in the void, his fingertips gleaming with a chilling light that captivated the soul.

"Oracle bone dragon claw!"

Chi Chi Chi!

A sudden, dense, tearing sound echoed in the void, extremely piercing.

Duan Lang's claws moved with unparalleled precision, piercing through layers of palm strikes as if they were in an empty field.

That seemingly dense and seamless palm strike was as fragile as paper under the fierce dragon claw!

Every time a claw shadow flashes, a palm strike dissipates, turning into a gust of wind and vanishing without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, Bu Jingyun's dozens of palm strikes were all broken.

The remaining force of the broken wave claw wind has not diminished; like a carbuncle clinging to bone, it will strike straight at the shoulder!

"Not good!" Bu Jingyun's heart pounded wildly. He tried to retreat, but Duan Lang's movements were ghostly. He felt a chill on his shoulder, followed by a sharp pain!

Tear!

The sturdy red cloak tore apart instantly, revealing three deep, bone- and bloody gashes on the shoulder!

"Ah—!!!" Bu Jingyun cried out in pain, his body retreating rapidly as he clutched his wound and looked at Duan Lang in horror.

"What? You can't take it already?" Duan Lang stopped and stood up, lightly flicking the dust from his fingertips, his expression still unsatisfied. "I haven't even used my full strength yet."

"Duan Lang!!!" Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot, filled with utter humiliation and despair. The mighty Uncrying God of Death had been repeatedly mocked by this man!

He was consumed by rage and lost all reason.

Bu Jingyun, like a mad tiger, ignored the wound on his shoulder and pounced.

Fists, palms, elbows, and knees—all transformed into deadly weapons, each move ruthless and merciless, vowing to tear the person before them to pieces.

"Impulsive and restless, full of flaws." Duan Lang's movements were ghostly, strolling leisurely amidst the frenzied attacks, not touching a single leaf.

With a flick of his fingertip, he struck Bu Jingyun's joint, halting Bu Jingyun's attack and leaving him in a sorry state.

In an instant, Bu Jingyun's breathing became disordered, and several more bruises appeared all over his body, yet he did not even touch the hem of Duan Lang's clothes.

"I'm going to kill you!!!" With a deafening roar, Bu Jingyun's true energy surged wildly, and the red light on his Qilin Arm surged like magma, unleashing a world-destroying aura!

"A calamity descends from the sky!"

Rumble!

Amidst the roar, the air surged violently, and dark clouds seemed to cover the sky, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Bu Jingyun soared into the air, his black robes fluttering, resembling a demon god.

From his high vantage point, his palms, imbued with immense force, carried the blazing flames of the Qilin and the chilling cold of the clouds. Ice and fire intertwined, like a collapsing mountain, pressing down directly on Duanlang Tianling!

This is the strongest killing move of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, intended to crush all obstacles with absolute power!

"Hmph, getting angry now?" Witnessing the terrifying palm strike descending from the sky, Duan Lang remained calm, even having the leisure to comment, "This move is somewhat impressive, but... you're not qualified to play strength against me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Lang took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and stomped his foot on the ground!

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas Boxing!"

boom!

The ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed, cracking like a net.

The broken waves rose abruptly from the ground, like arrows released from a bow, directly confronting the overwhelming force of Mount Tai.

His right fist clenched tightly, his true energy surged like a raging sea, and his fist intent exploded instantly, overturning rivers and seas!

boom--! ! !

Fist and palm collided in mid-air, creating a deafening roar, like thunderclaps from the heavens!

The aftershocks of the powerful energy swept across in a ring, clearing away the snow that had accumulated for dozens of feet, revealing the dark frozen soil.

The wind howled, whipping up snow and dust that blotted out the sky and the sun!

"puff!"

In mid-air, Bu Jingyun felt an immense force strike him, as if his Qilin Arm had collided with an erupting volcano, causing excruciating pain.

Blood gushed out, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string!

boom!

It crashed heavily onto the snow, creating a deep crater and stirring up a cloud of snow dust.

"Cough cough..." Bu Jingyun struggled to get up, but felt that his bones were falling apart and his Qilin arm was in excruciating pain, making it difficult for him to move for a while.

In contrast, Duan Lang gracefully flipped backward, landing steadily on the spot, his clothes still intact, his face still full of mockery as he looked down at Bu Jingyun's disheveled state.

"How about it? Bu Jingyun, still want to fight?" Duan Lang crossed his arms and looked down at him: "Right now, you don't even have the right to make me draw my sword."

"I refuse to accept this!" Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain as he staggered to his feet, staring intently at Duan Lang, his eyes bloodshot. "You're just taking advantage of me because I don't have a weapon! If I had a peerless sword, I could kill you like slaughtering a dog!"

"Ha, shameless." Duan Lang sneered, looking at him as if he were an idiot. "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is the Fire Kirin Sword, not your peerless sword! Besides, did I even use a sword just now?"

"I don't care!" Bu Jingyun roared arrogantly, his eyes filled with obsession. "If your Fire Kirin Sword hadn't swallowed my peerless sword, how could I have ended up like this?! Give me back my sword!!!"

Seeing his unreasonable and absurd behavior, Duan Lang shook his head helplessly and turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Has this person lost his mind?"

"He's not insane, he's just always been arrogant and can't accept the fact that he's lost to you so many times." Jiang Chen said calmly, then suddenly changed the subject, "However, the fact that you won so easily shows that the peerless skill I taught you wasn't in vain."

"Peerless martial arts?" Upon hearing this, You Ruo was utterly bewildered. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, her beautiful eyes widened, and she stared directly at Bu Jingyun, her voice trembling as she asked, "Bu Jingyun, I'm asking you... did my father, Xiong Ba, die at your hands?!"

"Xiong Ba?!"

Upon hearing this name, Bu Jingyun, who had been slumped on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted like a vengeful ghost, ferocious and terrifying!

"That old scoundrel...where is that old scoundrel?!" Bu Jingyun roared hoarsely, his murderous aura solidifying and surging forth, sending chills down everyone's spine. "Don't let me find him! If he falls into my hands, I will tear him to pieces and shred him to pay homage to my godfather's spirit in heaven!!!"

Upon hearing this, You Ruo was stunned, and then a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

"Father isn't dead..."

However, seeing Bu Jingyun's murderous intent running rampant, her pretty face suddenly turned cold, and a murderous urge arose instantly.

"Duan Lang!" You Ruoji pointed at Bu Jingyun, shouting urgently, "Kill him! Quickly, kill him for me! He tried to harm my father!"

Before Duan Lang could act, he turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and unfathomable, silently watching Bu Jingyun fall to the ground, heavily injured.

With a light flick of his fingertips, he seemed to be pondering whether to seize this opportunity to completely eliminate this uncrying god of death.