I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Iron dust fell from the sky like a cold, desolate rain.

Jiang Chen, dressed in snow-white robes, moved through the dust. His movements were not visible, but it was as if he had shrunk the distance between them, and in an instant he had already approached Bu Jingyun's side.

"You don't deserve to have this hand."

His voice was extremely calm, yet it carried an undeniable indifference, as if it were a pronouncement from the depths of the underworld.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's five fingers had already reached out as lightly and nimbly as if playing a zither.

Seemingly casual, but actually incredibly precise, he struck the major acupoint on Bu Jingyun's left shoulder.

"If we can't control it, then we'll just destroy it."

Click!

A sickeningly sharp crack of bone breaking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent courtyard.

Jiang Chen slightly clenched his five fingers, his fingertips exerting force, and actually tore that Qilin arm, which had shaken the past and present and contained endless ferocity, off Bu Jingyun's shoulder at the root!

"ah--!!!"

Bu Jingyun looked up at the sky and howled in agony, his voice as mournful as a lone wolf weeping blood.

Blood gushed out from the severed arm like a fountain, instantly staining the scorched earth beneath their feet in a shocking sight.

Jiang Chen casually tossed it, and a faint golden light flashed in his palm.

The severed arm was still in mid-air when it was crushed by an incomparably powerful force, turning into a cloud of blood mist that dissipated in the cold morning wind.

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing Bu Jingyun's body to convulse violently. His once stern face was now twisted into a hideous grimace, and cold sweat rolled down his cheeks like rain.

But he gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl like a dying beast, stubbornly holding on to his swaying body, refusing to fall!

Her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Jiang Chen, revealing a chilling ruthlessness and unyielding spirit.

I will not weep to the Grim Reaper; even if I am crippled and bleeding to the bone, I will never bow my head to the heavens!

"Brother Bu!"

Seeing this from afar, Chu Chu let out a heart-wrenching cry of grief.

She stumbled forward, her hands trembling as she supported the swaying figure, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to staunch the gushing wound.

At this moment, Po Jun no longer cared about Bu Jingyun's life or death.

He stared intently at the metal dust drifting in the wind, as if struck by lightning, frozen in place, his eyes filled with disbelief.

That's the Heavenly Blade!

It was a peerless divine weapon that he obtained by traveling across the ocean and even exchanging it for the woman he loved!

Now, in the hands of this young man, it was crushed into ashes like rotten wood with his bare hands.

"You bastard!!"

After the extreme shock came a raging fury, like a volcanic eruption.

Po Jun's face was contorted, and his murderous aura surged, making him look like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of despair, his eyes filled with madness.

"You destroyed my divine weapon! I'll tear you to pieces!!"

boom!

A surge of dark red true energy erupted like a raging tide; it was none other than the evil technique that Po Jun had painstakingly cultivated for many years—the Fierce and Fiend Qi.

The malevolent energy was extremely insidious. Wherever it passed, the vegetation within a radius of several feet withered and turned black instantly, losing all vitality, as if even this world was being eroded by this malevolent energy.

"Greedy Wolf! Draw!"

With a sharp shout, the sword box on Po Jun's back trembled violently, and another divine weapon—the Greedy Wolf Sword—whistled out and fell into his palm.

The blade of the sword flickered with a chilling green light, exuding a menacing aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Kill the Wolf - Howling Wolf to the Heavens!"

Po Jun suddenly leaped up, his Greedy Wolf Sword dancing wildly in his hand. The sword energy pierced through the air and emitted a mournful wolf howl like a ghost's wail, causing the surrounding rocks to crumble, ancient trees to break, and dust to rise into the sky.

The eerie green sword energy gathered wildly in mid-air, vaguely transforming into the phantom of a hundred-foot-tall demonic wolf.

The demonic wolf, with its chilling fangs and overwhelming power, swept down towards Jiang Chen, accompanied by a suffocating storm of blood.

This strike, imbued with the life's power of a grandmaster, instantly turned an area within a hundred feet into a death zone.

"Brother Jiang Chen, be careful!" You Ruo exclaimed in shock, her delicate body trembling, unable to look any further.

Xiong Ba's face was ashen. Looking at the earth-shattering power, he was filled with shock. Even in his prime, his Three-Part Returning Origin Qi would probably be unable to withstand its sharpness.

However, even in the face of this attack that could shake mountains, Jiang Chen still stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering, his expression calm and composed, as if the storm before him was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

He uttered those four words calmly, yet he neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the overwhelming sword energy to bombard him like a storm.

Clang clang clang clang clang—!

The dense clang of metal against metal resounded through the sky, sparks flying everywhere, reflecting off that cold, stern face.

The terrifying sword energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck Jiang Chen's thin white robes, producing a crisp sound as if striking ancient divine iron.

Not to mention injuries, even the hem of his clothes was not damaged in the slightest.

"What?!"

Po Jun felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth. An incredibly terrifying force surged wildly along the sword, causing his blood and qi to churn and almost making him lose his grip on the hilt.

His eyes widened, staring intently at the unharmed Jiang Chen, his gaze filled with horror, and he cried out in disbelief:

"This...how is this possible?! Are you a human or a ghost?!"

"I don't believe it! Die! Die! Die!"

Po Jun was thrown into a state of mental chaos, which also triggered the ruthless and desperate nature in his bones.

He frantically pushed his fierce and powerful energy to its limit, leaping into the air and becoming one with his sword, transforming into a streak of dark green light as he unleashed a deadly strike.

"Kill the Wolf - The Greedy Wolf Devours the Sun!"

With a single thrust of the sword, the world seemed to plunge into endless darkness in an instant.

All the light seemed to be swallowed up by the eerie green sword light.

In the impenetrable darkness, only a glint of cold light flashed, as if Death had opened its icy eyes in the abyss, exuding an aura of despair.

Although the sword light was only a tiny point, it was condensed to the extreme.

Wherever its sharp edge passed, the void seemed to be torn apart, emitting a series of sharp and ear-piercing explosions that shook the very soul.

This sword strike was already locked onto Jiang Chen's brow, impossible to dodge or block, carrying a resolute determination to kill without rest!

Faced with this earth-shattering, devastating attack, Jiang Chen's lips merely curled into a faint, disdainful smile.

He didn't even move an inch. His right hand reached out casually like a butterfly flitting among flowers, his five fingers flicking lightly. The movement was so natural and effortless, like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

In the blink of an eye, it precisely struck the weakest point in the sword's momentum.

Om-!

The darkness that filled the sky froze for a moment, then shattered like a broken mirror with a crisp roar.

The sword light, which was originally invincible and capable of taking lives, disintegrated on its own the moment it touched Jiang Chen's fingertips, as if it had encountered its nemesis, and turned into countless violent turbulent currents that spread in all directions.

puff!

Po Jun felt as if he had been struck head-on by a heavy hammer, and a dull thud resounded in his chest.

His protective aura, which he was so proud of, shattered in an instant, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, which looked particularly tragic in the morning light.

The Greedy Wolf Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry, and its originally brilliant emerald light completely disappeared, becoming dim and lifeless.

Jiang Chen firmly gripped the cold blade between two fingers, looking down at Po Jun, whose face was contorted with horror, his tone indifferent and devoid of any warmth: "Is this all you've got?"

Dead silence.

The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence at that moment.

Xiong Ba's mouth gaped open, his old eyes filled with horror, and he couldn't close them for a long time.

You Ruo hid behind Jiang Chen and peeked at the scene through her fingers. Her beautiful eyes were filled with unprecedented shock and admiration.

Po Jun was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that his strongest attack, which he had risked everything on and risked his life for, had failed to even break through the opponent's defenses, and couldn't even make the opponent move half a step.

"What...what kind of martial arts do you practice?!" Po Jun asked in a trembling voice, his voice filled with a deep-seated fear.

The young man before me possesses unfathomable strength, far beyond what ordinary people can contend with!

"escape!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Po Jun lost all will to fight.

Taking advantage of the terrifying recoil, Po Jun moved like lightning, instantly retreating backward, intending to flee a thousand miles away and escape this nightmare place.

The Grandmaster was focused on escaping, and his speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he had already covered hundreds of feet and was about to disappear into the dark forest.

However, just when Po Jun thought he had finally escaped, a muffled loud noise suddenly came from the void in front of him.

Boom!

Po Jun felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron, making him dizzy, his nose bleeding profusely, and his body bounced back in a disheveled state, falling heavily to the ground.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Po Jun covered his blood-soaked face and looked around in terror.

He reached out with trembling hands to touch the void in front of him, only to find an indestructible yet invisible and intangible barrier.

"This is the Sword Realm." Jiang Chen's indifferent voice seemed to transcend the barriers of space, resounding clearly in his ears with an undeniable majesty. "Once you enter my trap, there is no way to escape to heaven or hell."

"The Sword Realm? What Sword Realm?! I've never heard of it!"

Po Jun went completely mad, hysterically wielding his Greedy Wolf Sword and frantically hacking at the invisible barrier.

However, the sword energy, powerful enough to cleave gold and jade, could only stir up faint ripples and could not shake the barrier in the slightest.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, because the dead don't need to know too much."

Jiang Chen made a grasping motion in the air, and within his palm, faint nebulae could be seen swirling, exuding a profound aura that seemed to devour all things.

"come over."

boom!

A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, like a whale sucking in water, or like a black hole descending upon the world.

Po Jun lost control of his body in an instant, and before he could even let out a scream, he was forcibly pulled up by a huge force like a kite with a broken string and slammed heavily in front of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's five fingers, like hooks, mercilessly gripped his crown.

"If you want to kill my father-in-law, then offer up your cultivation as an apology."

Boom!

Po Jun trembled violently. The fierce and malevolent energy he had cultivated for decades surged into Jiang Chen's body like a river bursting its banks, flowing wildly down his skull and becoming irreversible.

"No... my internal energy... my inner strength..."

Po Jun's face was contorted in extreme pain, his eyes filled with despair and pleading.

With his last remaining strength, he let out hoarse roars:

"Spare me... Young hero, spare me! I'm willing to submit... I'm willing to be your slave..."

Jiang Chen remained indifferent, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, unmoved by his pleas.

Amidst a heart-wrenching scream, Po Jun's once robust body visibly withered away.

In the blink of an eye, the grandmaster was reduced to a withered corpse, his life force completely drained.

Jiang Chen released a light palm strike, the movement as casual as if he were brushing dust off his shoulder.

Bang!

The withered corpse, along with the Greedy Wolf Divine Weapon in his hand, collapsed in an instant, turning into countless specks of dust that fluttered down in the dim light of dawn, ultimately returning to nothingness.

"This...this is..." Xiong Ba's eyes widened, his whole body trembling, muttering to himself with a deep-seated fear in his voice, "This is a hundred times more domineering than the Star Absorbing Technique...it actually turned people and weapons alike into ashes?!"

This has already transcended the realm of martial arts; it is a skill that only gods and demons could possess!

In the blink of an eye, the great master Po Jun met his end, his body vanishing without a trace and his ashes turning to dust, right before everyone's eyes.