I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The wind and snow were desolate, and the swirling icy snow completely engulfed this desolate ice field.

At the edge of the desolation, crisp footsteps suddenly rang out, as if striking the remnants of time, stirring up hollow echoes.

Jiang Chen, dressed in white, walked slowly with his hands behind his back in the freezing wind that could freeze one's soul.

He took each step with remarkable steadiness, yet his figure appeared and disappeared amidst the wind and snow, as if he had already merged into this boundless expanse, exuding a cool and aloof air that seemed to belong to a world apart from the bustling world.

In a short while, the ruins buried by the wind and snow on the outside became blurred behind us, and a magnificent yet cold ice and snow temple quietly revealed its outline in the swirling snow, exuding an inviolable solemnity.

The main hall was eerily empty.

The biting cold air surged in from all directions like a tide, several times stronger than the outside air.

The twelve enormous, millennia-old ice pillars, like silent giants, plunge straight into the dark depths above.

The cold surface reflected a faint light, exuding a sense of vicissitude and deathly stillness, as if completely forgotten by time.

Jiang Chen's gaze was like lightning as he slowly swept over this frozen world.

Deep within the crystal-clear ice pillars, several lifelike human figures are sealed.

They were either angry or terrified, as if their life force had been completely stripped away the moment the terrifying force descended.

These once powerful figures in the martial arts world have now become eternal decorations in this icy and snowy world, silently telling the story of past glory and sorrow.

One of them, dressed in fine clothes and with a dignified demeanor, was none other than the true peerless city lord, Dugu Yifang.

Unfortunately, despite his lofty ambitions, he could only end up with a desolate conclusion in this cold, icy place.

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at the high platform in the center of the main hall.

An ice sculpture sat on the sect leader's throne, its facial muscles contorted, its hands outstretched, as if it were desperately unleashing some earth-shattering move before its death.

This person was none other than Jian Hui, the former sect leader of the Sword Sect. In order to protect his own, he did not hesitate to use a technique that would lead to mutual destruction, freezing all the living beings in the hall into ice sculptures, and turning himself into this eternal stone statue, roaring silently in the silence.

These masters, frozen in ice, still retained the bewilderment on their faces from their final moments.

Before the true energy within his body could even circulate, it was completely frozen by the absolute cold, becoming a fragment in the river of time.

"The power that this old man unleashed when he was fighting so desperately was astonishing. He has probably already reached the threshold of the ultimate master."

Otherwise, how could they have frozen twelve top masters in the ice in an instant?

He didn't look at it again, and turned to walk towards a corner deep inside the main hall.

There is a completely enclosed, enormous ice prison there.

The ice wall was as smooth as a mirror, exuding a chilling cold that penetrated to the bone.

At the very bottom of the ice cave, there was a small hole, just big enough for an arm to pass through, which looked like an observation window in a prison cell, making it seem rather shabby in this magnificent hall.

Jiang Chen stood quietly before the Ice Prison. In the reflection of the cold, mirror-like ice wall, a faint golden light seemed to flicker deep within his eyes, as if piercing through the deathly darkness.

Under his gaze, the thick, cold layers of ice seemed to gradually become transparent, revealing a scene buried deep within by the dust of time.

In the very center of the sealed ice prison, an old man with a completely white beard and hair sat cross-legged on the ice, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

He was tall and imposing, and even in this dark and gloomy place, he still exuded an impressive aura.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Chen shook his head inwardly, muttering to himself.

"The people in this turbulent world are all quite interesting. To lock oneself in this bitterly cold place for decades for the sake of a dead-end promise—is that keeping one's word? It's utterly pedantic!"

Such behavior is truly incomprehensible.

Despite possessing extraordinary cultivation and the ability to travel the world freely, he chooses to wither away in this icy wasteland, which is both laughable and pathetic.

Jiang Chen slowly walked to the cold cage and gently flicked his slender fingers on the crystal-clear ice surface.

Boom, boom.

A crisp sound drifted through the deathly silent cave, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, waking the long-dormant silence and stirring up hollow echoes.

Within the icy prison, the figure that had been silent for so long trembled slightly.

Sword Emperor slowly opened his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed across his tiger-like eyes, which was then replaced by deep doubt.

He looked into the narrow opening and called out in a gruff voice, "Girl? Why are you here so early today? The sun isn't even overhead yet!"

In the long, cold, and desolate years, his only connection to the world was his apprentice, Di Er Meng, who delivered his meals every day.

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together and approached the cave entrance with anticipation on his face.

His eagerness completely betrayed any trace of the majesty of a top-tier master; he looked more like a greedy old man begging for candy.

"Old man, open your eyes and look carefully. Do I look like your female apprentice?"

Jiang Chen's voice was clear and calm, penetrating the thick ice walls and echoing clearly in the narrow ice prison.

"What?!"

The smile on the Sword Emperor's face froze instantly.

He suddenly pressed himself against the crack and desperately peered out.

Where in sight are the embroidered shoes that the apprentice is familiar with?

All that could be seen were a pair of spotless white boots and half a snow-white hem of a dress, swaying slightly in the cold wind, exuding an indescribable air of otherworldly elegance.

"A man?! Who are you? How did you get in?!"

The Sword Emperor was utterly shocked, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He suddenly retreated, his inner energy surging like a raging torrent, and he instantly went into a state of alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Who I am is not important." Jiang Chen's tone remained calm, as if he were talking about something trivial. "What is important is to hand over the Myriad Swords Return to the Origin."

"What?!" The Sword Emperor was stunned at first, then sneered as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"What arrogance! So it's just another little thief eyeing the Sword Sect's ultimate techniques! Hmph, you want the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One? Unless you can defeat this old man! Or... send that brat Nameless here in person!"

After saying that, he patted Xuanbing beside him with a smug sound.

"The ancient ice is incredibly hard. Unless I break it open from the inside, no one outside, no matter how powerful, can get in! You'll just stand there helpless! Hahaha!"

"Can't get in?" Jiang Chen stared at the thick ice wall, a mocking smirk playing on his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

"You think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding in this turtle shell?"

He shifted slightly and casually kicked out.

This seemingly ordinary kick, upon touching the ice wall, seemed to capture the chilling atmosphere of the blizzard in a single point.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a resolute and cold meaning that quietly seeped into the crystal-clear ice layer.

Boom! ...

A deafening roar exploded within the ice cave, and the entire ice palace seemed to tremble for a moment.

At that moment, the ice wall completely collapsed, and countless crystalline fragments flew wildly in the air, like a sudden downpour, illuminating the dark ice cave in a desolate and misty way.

A cold wind howled and swept through, carrying with it decades of accumulated deathly silence, rampaging through the empty hall.

"What?!"

Sword Emperor felt an overwhelming force rushing towards him, and the entire ice cave trembled violently.

Even though he steadfastly upheld his promise and refused to leave this small place, the collapse of the Ice Prison triggered his instincts...

His figure suddenly blurred, becoming a blurry afterimage, as he tried to escape amidst the swirling ice shards.

But just as he leaped up, a slender, fair hand, as if emerging from nothingness, with an indescribable elegance and composure, lightly touched his shoulder.

boom!

In an instant, the Sword Emperor felt as if he were being crushed by a towering mountain, and the true energy within his body instantly solidified, unable to circulate even a fraction of its power.

He froze, forced back onto the ice by an irresistible force, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as ice shards slowly fell from the sky.

"you……"

Sword Emperor raised his head in alarm, only to see the white-robed youth looking down at him from above. His cold gaze was devoid of any emotion, as indifferent as a god sitting high in the clouds looking down on all living beings.

"Old man, bring me the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin." Jiang Chen got straight to the point, his tone carrying a chilling undertone.

"Don't even think about it!" Although the Sword Emperor was shocked by the opponent's astonishing strength, his inherent stubbornness made him unyielding to the death. He gritted his teeth and roared.

"The Return of Ten Thousand Swords is the most precious treasure of our Sword Sect. I promised my senior brother that unless..."

"Po Jun is dead." Jiang Chen coldly interrupted him, his voice not loud, but like a thunderclap in the Sword Emperor's ears, "I killed him."

"What?!" The Sword Emperor's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment. "Po Jun... really died at your hands?"

"He's dead. You're still waiting for Wuming to defeat him? You have no chance in this lifetime." Jiang Chen's tone was indifferent, his voice echoing in the empty hall, as if he were talking about a trivial matter unrelated to himself.

"I took the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin to give to Nameless. With the Japanese army pressing in, if this thing continues to remain here, it will sooner or later fall into the hands of Japanese pirates and become a weapon to wreak havoc on the Central Plains."

After hearing these words, the Sword Emperor fell into a deathly silence.

He stared intently at Jiang Chen, trying to find a trace of a lie in his excessively young face.

However, the other person's eyes were open and honest, so deep that it was impossible to see through them.

Given this young man's strength, if he really wanted to rob someone, killing and stealing treasure would be a piece of cake; there's no need for him to fabricate such a lie.

"Never mind..."

After a long while, the Sword Emperor let out a long sigh.

His once straight spine hunched over in an instant, and he seemed to have lost all his energy, aging considerably in a flash.

He shakily reached out and pulled a yellowed ancient book from his pocket, handing it to Jiang Chen.

"Now that Po Jun is dead, my promise... can be considered fulfilled. Take it; I hope it can help that brat Wuming."

"Master?!"

A crisp, anxious cry seemed to pierce through the frozen cold, echoing endlessly in the empty hall.

Amidst the swirling ice shards and deathly silence, a figure as light as smoke appeared at the entrance of the main hall. A pale veil fluttered slightly in the cold wind, exuding an ethereal aura that seemed otherworldly.

The woman's face was covered by a light veil, and the food box she was carrying was trembling slightly as she stared blankly at the mess on the ground.

When she saw her master being controlled by others, a cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She hurled the food box down, and her long sword shot out like a serpent from its hole, carrying a chilling and resolute aura, aiming straight for Jiang Chen's throat!

The sword's momentum was like a beautiful rainbow, sharp and unparalleled, arriving in an instant!

This sword strike was incredibly fast; at such a young age, he had already reached the threshold of becoming a grandmaster.

"Girl, stop! He is...!"

The Sword Emperor was taken aback and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

However, Jiang Chen's figure was like a dream, moving calmly amidst the sharp sword light, as if strolling leisurely among the deadly sharpness.

While dodging the relentless barrage of attacks, he calmly offered his comments:

"Your swordsmanship foundation is quite good, following the orthodox sword style. Unfortunately... your swordsmanship is mixed with the saber intent of your father's Seven Deadly Sins of Heartbreak. Saber techniques emphasize power and dominance, while swordsmanship pursues lightness and elegance. Your forced imitation of the Seven Deadly Sins of Heartbreak results in a mixed and incongruous sword intent."

"Nonsense!" Second Dream was both ashamed and angry. A hint of rage appeared on her usually cool face, and the swordplay in her hand became increasingly rapid, like a sudden storm.

"Take this!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll know once you try it."

Jiang Chen extended two fingers and firmly clamped the blade in a flash. No matter how much the opponent activated their true energy, the sword tip remained completely still.

He gazed into those defiant eyes and said calmly,

"Forget the intent of the blade, rediscover your sword heart. Let your true energy pass through the Shenfeng acupoint, then to the Lingxu acupoint, and finally sink into the Qi Sea. Do not imitate anyone; a sword is simply a sword."

Second Dream was struck dumb, and she stood there stunned.

She subconsciously followed Jiang Chen's instructions and circulated the true qi within her body.

In an instant, all the distracting thoughts in his mind seemed to vanish, leaving only a pure and cold sword heart.

Om-! ! !

In an instant, the longsword in her hand suddenly emitted a crisp, clear sound, like ice cracking, which echoed in the empty hall, as if even the air itself was frozen by the chill.

An extremely pure and fierce icy sword intent soared into the sky, actually condensing into a solid sword beam tens of meters long in mid-air, exuding a chilling aura!

"cut!"

In the second dream, a sudden inspiration struck, and following a mysterious feeling, I made a forceful gesture.

Rumble—!!!

The sword energy surged forth like a chilling tide that swept across the sky, carrying an overwhelming momentum!

The solid ice surface hundreds of meters ahead was as fragile as paper, neatly sliced ​​open, leaving a shocking abyss.

The lingering force of the sword energy crashed heavily into a massive ice pillar in the distance.

With a deafening explosion, a colossal pillar in the distance, requiring several people to encircle, instantly shattered, turning into a shower of icy powder that fell like a beautiful snowfall.

The divine power of this sword strike was truly terrifying!

The entire ice cave was trembling violently, as if it were about to collapse completely under this terrifying force.

"This...this is the sword I swung?!"

Second Dream stared blankly at the bottomless abyss before her, her delicate body trembling slightly in the cold wind, her clear eyes filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

She stared blankly at her own hands, realizing that she had wielded this astonishing sword strike with her own hands.

The Sword Emperor was completely stunned. He stood frozen in place, his face filled with undisguised astonishment, and his heart was churning with immense emotions.

"Just a few casual words of guidance, and this girl's sword energy has surged to this level? Such pure sword intent... it's unheard of. Just who is this kid?"