I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Through countless sunsets and autumn rains, the grudges and entanglements of this mortal world silently settle and ferment between the rising and setting of the sun and moon.

The faint morning light pierced through the thin mist, gently illuminating the ancient blue bricks of the Zhonghua Pavilion. It was a scene of tranquility and peace, but in an instant, it was abruptly torn apart by a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps.

"Who are you people?!"

The waiter at the door had just uttered a shout filled with shock and anger when he felt an overwhelming force strike him. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. Crimson blood instantly stained the stone steps in front of the door, creating a shocking and desolate scene.

A group of strange people dressed in black robes and wearing hideous ghost masks, like a tide surging from the underworld, instantly surrounded the originally quiet hall.

A chilling, murderous aura permeated the air, as if even the rising sun had lost some of its warmth.

The leader, whose long robe fluttered in the morning breeze, had a sinister yet handsome face, a cruel sneer on his lips, and a chilling ferocity in the depths of his eyes.

This person is none other than Juexin, the son of the god Juexin.

"Who are you?!"

The staff and diners inside the restaurant were startled and glared angrily, the peaceful atmosphere completely destroyed.

"Japanese?!" Someone noticed the strange attire of the Oni-Kazha Luo, which differed from that of the Central Plains, and immediately flew into a rage. "How dare these Japanese pirates run wild in our Zhonghua Pavilion! They're simply courting death!"

"Zhonghua Pavilion? Hmph, from today onwards, this place will be the possession of my Wushen Jue Palace." Jue Xin stood with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the clamor of the crowd. He waved his hand casually, his tone cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

"yes!"

Dozens of demons responded in unison, their voices shaking the roof tiles.

They brandished their gleaming weapons, like a pack of hungry wolves that had caught the scent of blood, and pounced madly on the crowd.

"Let's fight them!"

Although most of the men at Zhonghua Pavilion were retired from the martial arts world, they had not lost their fighting spirit. They immediately drew their weapons and fought with Guicha Luo.

In an instant, the clash of swords and the shadows of spears intertwined into a deadly net, and the mournful shouts of battle shattered the tranquility of the morning.

Juexin stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to the bloodshed around him. His gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd and landed directly on the figure on the second floor who was still sitting upright, leisurely playing the erhu.

"The martial arts legend, Nameless?" Juexin lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure leaping like a roc spreading its wings, gracefully ascending to the second floor and landing in front of Nameless, creating a chilling whirlwind.

"This junior, Juexin, has come to learn from your superior skills, senior!"

With a light press of the ring finger, the plaintive piano music abruptly stopped, the lingering sound reverberating in the air, carrying an indescribable sense of loneliness.

He slowly raised his head, his deep, unfathomable eyes calm and still, without the slightest ripple: "The Eastern Kingdom's Godless Palace? Your reach has gone too far."

"Whether it's long or not, we'll only know after we fight it!"

Juexin sneered, said no more nonsense, and suddenly struck out with both palms, bringing with it a piercing sound of air being torn apart.

Before the palm strike even arrived, a nauseating stench of blood assaulted the senses, instantly transforming the tranquil seat into a battlefield of carnage.

Juexin's figure approached like a ghost, his palms swirling with dark red energy, like a demon descending to earth, determined to tear the person before him to shreds.

This move is the ultimate killing move of the Heavenly Net – Heavenly Asura Descends.

The palm strike is extremely insidious and vicious, held back until it touches the body, at which point it will burrow into the meridians like a venomous snake, destroying the heart and liver—truly ruthless.

Wuming remained calm, not even moving the wooden chair beneath him.

He gently held the erhu with his left hand, and with his right hand, his fingers pointed like a sword, he seemingly casually pointed lightly into the air.

laugh!

An invisible sword aura shot out, precisely piercing the only flaw in the sky full of palm shadows, as fast as lightning, without the slightest trace of smoke.

"Um?"

Juexin felt a piercing pain in his palm. The domineering Asura energy was forced back into his body by this finger, causing his blood to surge and his body to involuntarily drift back three zhang before landing heavily on the stair railing.

"As expected of a martial arts legend, you can break my killing move without even sitting down." A ruthless glint flashed in Jue Xin's eyes, followed by a sinister grin, his killing intent intensifying.

"But let's see how you counter this move!"

Before he finished speaking, his inner energy surged wildly, causing his robes to billow and rustle even without wind.

With his arms suddenly spread open, countless overlapping palm shadows poured out like a storm, instantly blocking all escape routes.

A net stretching across the heavens and the earth—a net turning the world upside down!

The countless palm shadows intertwined and merged strangely in mid-air, transforming into a massive net of true energy that descended with the power to crush everything.

This is a vast and intricate web, where the real and the illusory coexist, and yin and yang are reversed. Every wisp of energy within the web moves about as if it were alive, and once entangled, even a Great Immortal would find it difficult to escape.

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Wuming finally frowned slightly, a faint worry flashing in his eyes.

"The murderous aura is too strong."

He sighed softly, and his right sword finger no longer thrust, but instead transformed into an arc, gently drawing a line in front of him.

baffling!

This sword strike, seemingly ordinary and without any particular technique, instantly cut into the core of the True Qi Net.

With a soft "pop," the seemingly indestructible net vanished like a bubble, turning into specks of light that disappeared into the cool air.

However, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a sharp, agonizing pain shot through the depths of Wuming Dantian, as if a thousand poisonous needles were piercing through his bone marrow at the same time.

"puff!"

A mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted from his mouth, staining the erhu that had been with him for many years in his hand, and also staining the plain clothes on his chest.

The once vast and boundless true energy was now flowing out like a burst dam, and his meridians were filled with an extremely cold and poisonous gas, making it incredibly difficult for him to even lift a finger, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Poisoning?!" Wuming's face turned ashen, staring in disbelief at his hands, his fingertips now tinged with an eerie black.

"How is this possible... When was I poisoned?!"

"Hahaha!" Upon seeing this, Juexin let out a wild and cruel laugh that echoed through the chaotic hall.

"A martial arts legend? Nothing special! You're already poisoned; the more you circulate your internal energy, the faster the poison will take effect!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the nameless poison took effect and his vital energy was scattered, Jue Xin's eyes revealed his murderous intent. He unleashed a palm strike without mercy, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind.

boom!

The palm strike landed squarely on the nameless man's chest.

The domineering force erupted instantly, not only shattering the protective aura but also blasting through the wooden floor of the second floor.

Amidst the flying sawdust, the nameless body fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the center of the first-floor lobby, stirring up a cloud of dust, appearing so desolate and helpless.

"Boss!"

Upon seeing this, the men who were still fiercely fighting with Guichalu cried out in alarm, their hands stopped moving, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The entire Zhonghua Pavilion fell into a deathly silence, with only a strong stench of blood permeating the air.

Juexin stood at the edge of the hole on the second floor, looking down at Wuming lying in the ruins, coughing up blood and unconscious. A contemptuous and smug smile appeared on his lips.

"take away!"

He coldly uttered two words, then turned and left, never looking at those ant-like employees again.

Several Ghost Chakravartins immediately stepped forward, dragged the heavily injured and unconscious Nameless like a dead dog, and followed Juexin away, disappearing into the morning mist.

The remaining Oni-Kshara also sheathed their weapons and retreated like a tide.

Moments later, the once tranquil and elegant Zhonghua Pavilion was left in a mess.

The tables and chairs were broken, and bloodstains were everywhere.

The surviving men lay wounded on the ground, staring in the direction where the nameless man had been taken, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

The once legendary martial arts figure has fallen to such a state; it is truly a cruel twist of fate, leaving one deeply saddened.

Inside Danhuang Tower, the noise was deafening and the aroma of wine filled the air, yet it couldn't mask the loneliness beneath the clamor.

Nie Feng sat alone by the window, pouring himself a drink and letting the spicy liquor spread in his throat.

He had been searching for the woman with whom he had a deep connection through their letters—"Dream".

"Dream, where are you...?"

Looking out the window at the bustling crowd, a hint of loneliness flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if this prosperous world had nothing to do with him.

Just then, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into my nostrils, refreshing and delightful.

Nie Feng subconsciously looked up and saw a beautiful figure slowly walking upstairs.

The woman, dressed in a light purple dress, was beautiful and had a cool and aloof demeanor. A hint of melancholy lingered between her brows, like a solitary orchid blooming in a deep valley.

The moment Nie Feng saw the woman, his heart skipped a beat.

An unprecedented sense of familiarity and excitement welled up inside him, and his intuition told him—it was a dream!

That was the "dream" I had been longing for day and night!

"Dream!"

Nie Feng could no longer contain his excitement. He suddenly stood up and rushed forward.

The woman in purple seemed startled by this sudden action and was about to back away when Nie Feng grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Dream! I've finally found you!" Nie Feng looked at the beautiful face so close to his eyes, his gaze filled with deep affection and ecstatic joy.

"I am the wind! Don't you remember me?"

The woman in purple stiffened, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by a barely perceptible glint of cold light.

This woman is none other than Dugu Meng, the daughter of Dugu Yifang, the lord of Wushuang City.

Her purpose in coming here was to find Nie Feng and avenge her father.

Originally, he was still struggling with how to get close to this enemy with high martial arts skills, but unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to deliver himself to his door and even mistook him for some kind of "dream".

"Wind?" Dugu Meng sneered inwardly, but feigned a bewildered and shy expression, struggling slightly.

"Young master... you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is indeed just 'Meng,' but I don't know you at all..."

"No! I wouldn't mistake her!" Nie Feng seemed certain of her identity, not only not letting go but holding her even tighter.

"This feeling...this heartbeat...no one else in the world can give me this feeling but you! Meng, I know you may have your reasons, but since fate has brought us together, I will never let go!"

Looking into Nie Feng's sincere and fervent eyes, Dugu Meng felt a slight tremor in her heart, but it was quickly suppressed by hatred.

"Hmph, since you're such a lovesick fool, don't blame me for being ruthless..."

Dugu Meng thought to herself, then stopped struggling and leaned into Nie Feng's arms, lowering her eyes to hide the killing intent in them, and said softly:

"Young master...you're hurting me..."

This coquettish rebuke sounded like heavenly music to Nie Feng's ears.

He quickly let go, his face full of apology and pity: "I'm sorry, Meng, I was too excited... Come, let's sit down and talk it over."

As he spoke, he took Dugu Meng's hand and led her to her seat, completely unaware that he had stepped into a gentle trap.