I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, a figure in a green robe moves.

The newcomer's movements were extraordinary, seemingly slow but actually swift.

The ten thousand stone steps were traversed in an instant, and we arrived at the gate of the World Society.

"Hmm? There's not a single guard?" Wuming frowned slightly, seeing the mountain gate empty, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Why is the prestigious World Association, with its tight security, so deserted?

Just as they were filled with surprise and doubt, a roar like thunder suddenly came from ahead, sounding like someone going mad.

"Give me back my sword!!!"

The nameless man's expression shifted slightly, and he transformed into a wisp of green smoke, rushing towards the sound.

A moment later, the four men confronted each other in front of the hall, dominating the area.

The leader, dressed in pristine white, stood with his hands behind his back; he was none other than the unfathomable "senior," Jiang Chen.

The girl beside him was stunningly beautiful, with eyebrows that vaguely resembled the domineering figure of the past; she must be his daughter, You Ruo.

On the other side, a young man in red carried a long sword on his back, his face full of mockery.

Upon seeing the red sword, the Heavenly Sword within Wuming's body resonated as a warning, as if encountering a terrifying taboo, and he felt fear!

"This sword... is filled with murderous intent, and its sword spirit is domineering!"

Wuming was secretly alarmed. Upon closer inspection of the sword, he saw that it was as red as blood, with gleaming scales and armor, and it exuded a ferocious aura from a primordial beast. His mind raced, and he suddenly remembered the sword of the former "Southern Lin Sword Master" Duan Shuai—the Fire Lin.

Could this young man be a descendant of the Duan Shuai?

If that's the case, then this astonishing level of cultivation isn't entirely without precedent.

However, this malevolent aura seems even stronger than that of the former commander Duan...

In the snow pit, Bu Jingyun lay sprawled out, his face contorted in a grimace.

The surrounding bluestone was shattered, the snow had melted, and the intermingling of hot and cold air showed the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

The air was thick with a chilling, oppressive atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.

Wuming was secretly alarmed. His gaze swept across the entire scene, finally settling on the figure in white.

When he tried to probe with his divine sense, he felt as if he had entered the sea with mud, finding it empty and bottomless.

"Junior Wuming greets senior." Wuming composed himself, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Nameless?!" Bu Jingyun's eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you call him? Senior?! Nameless, have you gone mad too?!"

Seeing that Jiang Chen was so young, yet received such a great honor from a martial arts legend, Bu Jingyun was shocked, even more so than when he was defeated by Duan Lang.

"Jingjue, you mustn't be rude." Wuming turned his head and lightly reprimanded him, his tone calm yet authoritative. He then apologized to Jiang Chen, "Senior, please don't take offense. Jingjue is naturally extreme and did not mean to offend you."

"It's alright," Jiang Chen waved his hand and smiled faintly, his gaze playful. "Why are you here in Tianshan instead of playing the erhu at Zhonghua Pavilion?"

Wuming looked surprised. He was playing the violin for his own amusement, and only his confidants knew about it. He never expected that this senior would see through it all.

"Senior's wisdom and strategy are truly admirable." Wuming smiled wryly, then became serious. "I have come here on someone's behalf, and I will fulfill my duty."

After speaking, he sighed softly and turned his gaze to You Ruo: "Xiong Ba has been defeated. Since he has decided to retire, he asked me to take his daughter You Ruo to see him."

"What?! My father?!" You Ruo's delicate body trembled violently as she rushed to Wuming's side. "My father isn't dead? Where is he? Take me to him!"

"Please calm down, young lady," Wuming said gently. "Although Xiong Ba has survived, he has crippled himself and decided to retire from the martial world, living in anonymity and seclusion in the mountains. His only concern is you, young lady, and he specially asked me to come and reunite you."

"I've crippled myself...and retired to the mountains..." You Ruo murmured, tears streaming down her face. She felt both sorrow and relief. "It's good that I'm alive...it's good that I'm alive..."

After explaining, Wuming's gaze returned to Bu Jingyun. Seeing his disheveled and ferocious appearance, his brows furrowed slightly: "Jingjue, what happened to you? Why are you so badly injured?"

"Hmph!" Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth, staring intently at Duan Lang, his eyes bloodshot. "Wuming! You've come at the perfect time! Duan Lang stole my peerless sword and even used despicable means to injure me! Since you are a legend in the martial arts world, you should uphold justice and make him return my sword!"

Wuming was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, his gaze sweeping over Duanlang carrying the red sword, a look of doubt in his eyes.

Although this sword exudes a terrifying aura, its entire body is crimson, with hidden fire-scale phenomena, making it far from the legendary peerless sword.

"Shameless!" Duan Lang rolled his eyes, speechless. "Bu Jingyun, are you blind? This is the Fire Kirin Sword! The Fire Kirin Sword! Do you understand? Who took your piece of junk?"

"I don't care!" Bu Jingyun roared, "If your Fire Kirin Sword hadn't absorbed my Peerless Sword, how could it have become so powerful?! It's my sword! Give it back to me!!!"

After speaking, he struggled to get up, his body surging with black energy, but due to his serious injuries and weak body, he staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

With every movement, his bones felt as if they were breaking, and cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through his heavy clothes.

However, his mind had been consumed by his obsession, and the pain became fuel for the raging fire in his heart.

His palms were clenched into claws, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped down, staining the snow red—a shocking sight.

"Tch, trash." Duan Lang sneered, lightly flicking the spine of his sword with his fingertips.

hum!

The Fire Kirin Sword's red light surged, and a scorching evil aura swept out, causing Bu Jingyun to catch his breath and his face to turn even paler.

Seeing Bu Jingyun acting like a madman, Wuming sighed inwardly.

At this moment, Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent, clearly indicating that he had fallen deeply into demonic possession.

His nature was inherently extreme, and after experiencing the tragedy of his family being wiped out and suffering repeated blows, he became even more twisted and violent.

"I entrusted Jingjue to Master Buxu in the first place, hoping to resolve the resentment in his heart, but I never expected..." Wuming regretted in his heart, "but instead he has become even more deeply entangled."

Knowing full well that the peerless sword is a deadly weapon, if it falls into Bu Jingyun's hands now, the martial arts world will surely be plunged into bloodshed.

Thinking of this, Wuming turned his gaze to the calm river dust and the red-clad figure amidst the broken waves.

Despite his young age, Duan Lang's swordsmanship was already spiritually advanced, showing signs of becoming a grandmaster.

A guess formed in his mind: Duan Lang's cultivation was astonishing; could he be a senior's outstanding disciple?

"Senior," Wuming said respectfully, bowing, "I've realized his obsession runs too deep; he's already fallen into demonic ways. If we let him continue like this, it will be a misfortune for the martial world. What advice do you have, Senior?"

"Him?" Jiang Chen glanced at the roaring Bu Jingyun and said calmly, "This is your mess, you'd better deal with it yourself."

"This junior understands." Nameless nodded, his figure flashed, and he appeared behind Bu Jingyun like a ghost. He pointed his fingers like a sword and struck several major acupoints in the blink of an eye.

"Uh..." Bu Jingyun felt numb all over, his violent true energy was instantly sealed, and he stood frozen on the spot, unable to move. Only his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the nameless Duan Lang, and a beastly growl came from his throat.

"Excuse me," Wuming sighed softly, picked up Bu Jingyun, and looked at You Ruo, "Miss, let's go."

Youruo remained unmoved, then turned to look at Jiangchen, her eyes revealing worry and prayer.

Although he longed to see his father, Bu Jingyun, a ruthless figure, was by his side. If he were to see Xiong Ba, who was now powerless and unable to even kill a chicken, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Once a powerful force dominating the world, with enemies everywhere, now a tiger fallen into the plains, without the protection of a strong figure, he will likely be reduced to nothingness in an instant.

Her gaze shifted and landed on Jiang Chen, her beautiful eyes filled with dependence.

Only her own lover could scare away the demons and protect her father.

Jiang Chen understood his meaning, gave him a reassuring look, and then turned to look at Duan Lang.

"Duan Lang, you stay here and guard this place." Jiang Chen's voice was calm, yet laced with a chilling intent. "Those cowardly rats will probably be back soon. If anyone dares to cause trouble in Tianshan..."

At this point, a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Kill them without mercy!"

The "rat" he mentioned refers to the Twelve Evil Spirits of Tianchi.

Now that Xiong Ba has left, these people will surely return to vie for the foundation of the World Society.

"Understood!" Duan Lang smiled, stroking the Fiery Scale Sword. "Perfect, I haven't had enough killing yet."

After making the arrangements, Jiang Chen turned around and called out to Wuming, who was about to gather his strength and descend the mountain: "Wait."

The nameless man paused, turning back in confusion: "What are your orders, senior?"

"The journey is long, and walking back would be too slow," Jiang Chen said casually, waving his right hand lightly.

hum!

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

The snow beneath Jiang Chen's feet instantly exploded, and endless天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) gathered wildly, actually condensing into a three-zhang (approximately 10 meters) transparent giant sword in front of him!

The greatsword, imbued with true energy, was crystal clear, shimmering with light, and emanating a terrifying aura. It hovered in mid-air, like a divine miracle!