I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

After a few breaths of silence, someone finally made the first move.

The Great Blade Sect's First Blade gritted his teeth, was the first to step forward, knelt heavily on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and loudly proclaimed:

"One Blade of the Giant Blade Sect pays respects to the Martial Arts Alliance Leader!!"

His actions were like toppling the first domino.

"Cold Sword Sect's Blood Blade pays respects to the Martial Arts Alliance Leader!!"

"Qingyuan of the Tianhe Gang pays respects to the Martial Arts Alliance Leader!!"

"Qian Zhen of the Lianbang faction, pay your respects..."

One voice after another rang out, and the masters and sect leaders from all walks of life rose or struggled to their feet, kneeling down on one knee before Duan Lang.

The shouts grew louder and louder, and more and more people knelt down, forming a dense, dark mass of kneeling figures on the summit of Mount Tai.

Just as the clamor of "Homage to the Martial Arts Alliance Leader!" was about to erupt into a deafening roar—

The wind suddenly changed.

At the edge of the cliff, the invisible wind seemed to be instantly imbued with will, gradually gathering and condensing.

A cold and aloof figure slowly solidified from the raging wind.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her clothes billowed in the breeze.

He didn't speak, he just stood there quietly, but his determination to stop Duan Lang's ambition had transformed into a terrifying aura that collided with Duan Lang's domineering presence at the top of Mount Tai!

Duan Lang looked at Nie Feng, and the laziness in his eyes finally disappeared completely, replaced by an unprecedented fervent fighting spirit.

The masters kneeling on the ground all raised their heads, their gazes fixed on that figure.

"Who...who is that?!"

"The God of Wind!! It's the God of Wind, Nie Feng!!"

Someone in the crowd cried out in surprise, instantly igniting an even more violent commotion.

The disciples who had just been kowtowing and admitting defeat now stared wide-eyed, whispering amongst themselves:

"My god! Can you feel it? This momentum... seems even stronger than Duan Lang!!"

"No way?! Is there anyone in this world who dares to challenge Duan Lang at this time?!"

"The God of Wind... a legendary master on par with Bu Jingyun! He was already invincible more than ten years ago! He's actually here!!"

The sect leaders who had already knelt down now seemed rooted to the spot, unable to kneel or stand, their expressions incredibly varied.

Nie Feng stared directly at Duan Lang, his voice clear and resolute, carrying an undeniable determination:

"Duan Lang, stop now."

"Anyone can be the leader of the martial arts alliance, but you are not suitable."

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes were all secretly astonished—Nie Feng was indeed quite direct!

Without a single polite word, they made it clear that they wanted to oppose Duan Lang!

The emperor, whose face was swollen from being slapped and who was slumped beside the ruins of the imperial carriage, had a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of joy in the depths of his eyes.

Nie Feng... God of the Wind... Demon Blade!

He knew all too well how terrifying this person was.

The scene of Nie Feng falling into demonic possession back then is still something that some people in the imperial court dare not mention to this day.

As long as these two can fight to the death, then the 100,000 elite troops surrounding the foot of Mount Tai can swarm in again.

This empire still belongs to me!

A rare hint of joy appeared on Bu Jingyun's usually cold and hard face: "Junior Brother Feng..."

It's been more than ten years since we last met.

But the next moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the nameless figure beside him—

Duan Lang is the leader of Tianwaitian, representing Senior Jiang.

Nie Feng is clearly determined to cause trouble for Tianwaitian.

This……

Bu Tian, ​​standing beside him, looked even more confused. He tugged at Bu Jingyun's sleeve and asked in a low voice:

"Dad, what is Uncle Feng doing?"

"Duan Lang is the leader of the Outer Heavens, and my master is the Supreme Elder of the Outer Heavens..."

"If Uncle Feng is going against Duan Lang, isn't that the same as going against Master?"

Bu Jingyun did not answer, but simply shook his head slightly.

Bu Tian could tell that his father didn't want to say more, but his doubts grew stronger.

In his mind, Duan Lang and his master Jiang Chen were in the same boat, and Uncle Nie Feng and his father had a life-or-death friendship.

How did these two sides start fighting?

What he didn't know was that the feud between Nie Feng and Duan Lang was even older than his own age.

The nameless man's expression was complex, and he remained silent.

His thoughts drifted back to more than ten years ago.

At that time, Nie Feng was possessed by a demon and fought a deadly battle with Bu Jingyun, almost suffering eternal damnation.

In the end, he took Nie Feng to the frigid far north to cultivate in seclusion, and handed over the Demon Heart Technique bestowed upon Nie Feng by Senior Jiang Chen.

"Feng'er, I didn't tell you the origin of this technique back then because I was afraid you'd harbor resentment and refuse to practice it," Wuming sighed inwardly.

"Now that more than ten years have passed, let your teacher see just how much you have grown."

Huang Ying stood with his sword in his arms, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.

The humiliation of being defeated by Nie Feng in the past is still vivid in my mind. Now is the perfect opportunity to witness a peak showdown in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Long'er perked up, and the sword-shaped birthmark between her eyebrows seemed to be burning.

He stared at Duan Lang's empty hands, pondering to himself:

"Did Duan Lang hide the Fire Kirin Sword, or did he simply disdain using it? It would be interesting if Nie Feng could force him to draw his sword..."

Jin watched coldly from the sidelines.

He knew very well—

Duan Lang is Master's man, and Nie Feng's sudden appearance is tantamount to going against Tianwaitian.

If Duan Lang can't hold on, he will intervene.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Indra's lips curled into a playful smile.

He was actually eager for Nie Feng to test Duan Lang's abilities.

The wind stopped.

At the summit of Mount Tai, two figures faced each other from afar.

One with unyielding integrity and sharp wit;

He was aloof and calm, exuding an unyielding and dignified aura.

Former friends, now adversaries.

Duan Lang gazed at his old friend, whom he hadn't seen for over a decade, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—

There is reminiscence, there is reflection, but more than anything, there is an inexplicable sense of alienation.

"Nie Feng, how have you been?" Duan Lang spoke first, his tone indifferent.

Nie Feng's gaze was clear as he stared directly at Duan Lang:

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Broken Waves, it's not too late to stop now."

"Turn back?"

Duan Lang paused for a moment, then smiled.

The laughter was full of self-deprecation and disdain:

"Nie Feng, after knowing you for so many years, you're still the same—full of benevolence and morality, thinking you can point fingers at everything from a moral high ground."

He paced back and forth a couple of steps, his gaze sweeping over the crowd of heroes below the stage whom he had already subdued, before returning to Nie Feng, a slight smirk playing on his lips:

"You've always harbored a prejudice against me, from the past until now, it's never changed."

"In terms of martial arts, I have defeated everyone present; no one is my match."

"In terms of strategy, who orchestrated today's conference?"

"In terms of ruthlessness, I can turn the world upside down with a flick of my wrist. In this vast martial arts world, who is more qualified to sit in this chair than me?"

Duan Lang suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice booming like a bell:

"Talent, martial arts skills, methods—in which way am I, Duan Lang, inferior?"

"Why—why can't I be the leader of the martial arts alliance?!"

The questioning echoed through the mountains, lingering for a long time.

Nie Feng did not get angry when faced with Duan Lang's questioning; he simply sighed.

The sigh was soft, yet heavy, filled with regret for an old friend who had gone astray and could not return.

"Duan Lang, you're wrong."

Nie Feng stood against the wind, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Being the leader of the martial arts alliance is not a power, but a responsibility."

His gaze slowly swept over the mess on the ground—

Broken knives, shattered swords, deep pits, ruins, and kneeling martial arts practitioners.

"All you care about is power and dominance."

"Look at these people, all you see are pawns and ants."

"You may indeed possess extraordinary abilities, but you lack a heart that cares for the common people."

"If one's virtue is not commensurate with one's position, disaster will surely follow."

"If you sit in this chair, the world will only become more chaotic and miserable."

Nie Feng's gaze returned to Duan Lang, clear as water and firm as iron:

"So—you can't sit in this seat."

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Duan Lang laughed in fury, his laughter echoing through the mountains and forests, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"What a fine 'benevolence and righteousness'! Nie Feng, since you're so confident, let me see just how much your 'benevolence and righteousness' really amounts to!"

"Enough talk. Let's fight!"

The moment the word "war" was uttered, the entire crowd was instantly jolted awake as if doused with a bucket of ice water!

Two unparalleled masters clashed—the aftershocks alone were enough to kill everyone present!

"Retreat immediately!! Everyone, get back as far away as possible!!"

No one knows who let out the first scream, but the summit of Mount Tai immediately erupted in chaos.

The sect leaders who were just kneeling on the ground didn't care about being the alliance leader anymore and scrambled backward like madmen!

Disciples from all sects dragged their injured elders and desperately retreated to the outer perimeter, fearing that if they were even half a step too slow, they would be crushed into dust by the aftershocks of the clash between the two great gods!

In just a few breaths, a large area within a radius of several hundred feet centered on Duan Lang and Nie Feng had been cleared.

The heroes retreated behind distant rocks, peering out cautiously to observe.

Duan Lang's aura burst forth like a flood after a dam broke!

"boom--!"

A crimson true essence shot into the sky, instantly transforming into raging flames that dyed half the sky blood-red.

The heat was so intense that even the air seemed to distort and warp. The rocks beneath our feet were baked red and cracked by the heatwave, with the gravel splintering and crackling.

Seeing this, Nie Feng said no more and his expression turned solemn.

"call--!"

A wind rises from the ground.

A fierce, azure wind rose straight up from beneath Nie Feng's feet, transforming into a towering pillar of wind.

The pillar of wind lifted Nie Feng's body slowly upwards. He was like an immortal riding the wind, floating in mid-air atop Mount Tai, his robes fluttering and his long hair swirling in the wind.

Duan Lang looked up at Nie Feng, who was suspended in the air, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The next moment—

With a light touch of his feet on the ground, he rose into the air like a crimson meteor!

The blazing Fire Qi surged like a pillar beneath him, lifting him steadily to the same height as Nie Feng, where he hovered firmly in mid-air!

Two figures, one in red and one in green, faced each other from afar high in the sky atop Mount Tai!

Two terrifying forces collided and intertwined in the void.

The entire summit of Mount Tai was forcibly split in two—

One side was like a fiery inferno, where even the rocks were melting;

One side resembled the eye of a storm, where even the air seemed to be torn to shreds.

Even after retreating hundreds of feet away, the heroes still felt as if they had been hit in the chest by a sledgehammer, unable to breathe. Their protective inner energy was as thin as paper in the face of these two forces.

The martial arts practitioners hiding behind the rocks stared in disbelief at the two god-like figures in mid-air.

"Duan Lang's lightness skill has reached this level?! Hovering in mid-air... this is practically on par with Nie Feng's wind-riding technique!!"

"What kind of monsters are these two...?"