I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Within days, the martial arts world was shaken.

The God of Wind searches for traces of "Tianmen" throughout the martial world.

He wiped out every single force that had even the slightest connection with Tianmen.

Jizhou, Iron Fist Sect.

At this moment, flames soared into the sky within the Iron Fist Sect, and the sounds of battle were deafening.

A group of mysterious people dressed in black robes and wearing eerie masks are slaughtering the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect.

"Those who submit to my Heavenly Gate will prosper; those who oppose my Heavenly Gate will perish!"

The leader, a man in black robes, held a long sword and spoke in a chilling tone.

The Iron Fist Sect leader, covered in blood, knelt on one knee, with several trembling young disciples huddled together behind him.

With his last strength, he shielded the children behind him, his eyes wide with fury:

"What Heavenly Gate! My Iron Fist Sect has never heard of it! If you want to kill, then kill! Enough with the nonsense!"

"Ungrateful."

The man in black snorted coldly, and with a flick of his longsword, a sharp sword aura shot straight toward the sect leader's throat.

The sect leader's pupils constricted sharply—

He knew he couldn't dodge, but he leaned back slightly, trying to hold out for a little longer and give the children behind him more time to escape.

At the critical moment—

"call--"

A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up a cloud of sand and dust.

That sharp sword energy, in the face of the gale, was like a candle flickering in the wind, instantly vanishing without a trace.

"Who goes there?!" The man in black robes' expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply.

"The one who will take your life."

The icy voice seemed to come from the deepest hell.

As the sandstorm subsided, a tall, slender figure stood proudly on the spot.

Her long hair danced wildly, her clothes fluttered, and she was surrounded by a murderous aura, like a demon god descending to earth.

"It's you? Nie Feng!"

The man in black recognized the newcomer, a strange glint flashing in his eyes beneath the mask—

Instead of being frightened, he showed a hint of excitement.

Nie Feng! The person Di Shitian specifically ordered to be captured has actually delivered himself to his doorstep!

Capturing this person and bringing him back to the Heavenly Gate to present to Indra would be an immense achievement!

The man in black gripped his longsword tightly, a wild grin spreading across his face behind his mask—

He was quite confident in his martial arts skills, thinking that with his strength, he could easily defeat Nie Feng.

"Nie Feng! You've been hunting down my Tianmen disciples everywhere. Today, you've chosen the path to hell when there's one—perfect, saves me the trouble of looking for you!"

"Finished?" Nie Feng asked expressionlessly. "If you're done, then go die."

He moved swiftly, unleashing the Wind God Leg technique – "Catching the Wind and Shadows"!

fast!

It's almost at its limit!

Those on the field only felt a blur before their eyes, and then a storm of legs rained down.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of muffled cracking sounds suddenly rang out.

Before the henchmen of Tianmen could even scream, they were kicked so hard that their bones broke and they were sent flying backward, dying on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, only the black-robed leader remained standing on the field.

The man in black robes was utterly horrified.

Although he knew Nie Feng was powerful, he didn't expect him to be this terrifying.

The hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and the blade made a soft "clinking" sound as it touched the guard.

He was about to draw his sword in retaliation when everything went black—

A large, iron-like hand had already gripped his throat tightly.

"Well……"

Nie Feng lifted him up with one hand.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey; his voice was chilling and piercing.

"Speak! Where is the Heavenly Gate? Where is my father?"

The man in the black robe was suspended in mid-air, kicking his legs wildly, his face under the mask had turned a deep liver color.

Upon hearing the words "my father," a look of confusion flashed in his eyes—he clearly knew nothing about the matter.

But then he remembered Di Shitian's order, and a strange smile appeared in his eyes.

"Cough...cough cough...Looking for someone? Go...go to the far north...Tianmen..."

"The far north?" Nie Feng's gaze sharpened.

"Hehe... Emperor Shitian... has been waiting for you for a long time... but I'm afraid you... will not return..."

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

Nie Feng snapped his neck expressionlessly and casually tossed the body aside.

"The far north... Heavenly Gate..."

Nie Feng gazed northward, his eyes piercing through layers of clouds and mist.

"Emperor Shitian—whether you are a god or a demon, if you dare to harm my family, I will tear you to pieces!"

The wind howled, and robes fluttered in the wind.

The next moment, a green shadow flashed and disappeared into the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

The Iron Fist Sect leader slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his hands still tightly protecting the disciples behind him.

After a while, a junior disciple timidly tugged at the sect leader's sleeve:

"Master...Master, that person is gone..."

The sect leader was stunned for a long while, then suddenly pulled several disciples into his arms, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, but he only uttered two words:

"It's alright now."

The far north, Tianmen.

Amidst the swirling snow, the priest strode swiftly to the ice wall, knelt on one knee, and loudly reported:

"Information to Indra! Bu Jingyun and his son Bu Tian have appeared two miles outside the Heavenly Gate entrance!"

"Oh?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the once smooth, mirror-like ice wall suddenly began to change—

The ice surface slowly bulged up, ice shards flew everywhere, and a crystal-clear ice sculpture took shape out of thin air and floated in mid-air.

His face was imposing, but his gaze was eerie.

A faint, ethereal laugh emanated from the ice sculpture's mouth:

"Hehe... Bu Jingyun, you've finally arrived."

"It's even faster than I expected."

"Hey, gods!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

A burly figure stepped out from the shadows, his body surrounded by swirling fire and thunderous energy, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed fighting spirit.

"Lead the experts of the entire realm to 'welcome' this father and son."

"Yes, sir!"

The god-general grinned, clasped his hands in a salute, turned around, and strode out.

He exuded a murderous aura, like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage.

On the icy plains, a fierce wind howled, whipping up thousands of piles of snow.

Bu Jingyun and his son walked through the snow, leaving no trace on their feet, only the sound of their clothes fluttering in the air.

Bu Tian walked half a step behind Bu Jingyun, glancing at his father out of the corner of his eye from time to time.

Bu Jingyun remained silent as always.

From the moment we set off until now, I haven't uttered more than ten words in total.

But Bu Tian was already used to it.

His father was that kind of person; the fewer words he spoke, the stronger his fighting spirit.

In the distance, atop a cliff, stands a colossal Yin-Yang stone gate, a natural barrier that isolates the mortal world.

"That is..." Bu Tianjian frowned slightly, his expression solemn.

Before the words were even finished—a murderous intent suddenly descended!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dozens of figures burst through the snow, instantly forming an encirclement.

The leader was dressed in a tight-fitting cloak, and his body was surrounded by surging and churning fire and thunder energy.

The god looked down from his high position, disdainfully glaring at Bu Jingyun and his son, his cold laughter shaking the heavens:

"Bu Jingyun! In the battle at the ferry last time, you were nothing but a defeated opponent of mine, looking as pathetic as a stray dog."

"What's going on today? You even brought your precious son to his death?"

Bu Tian glared angrily and subconsciously took a step forward, blocking Bu Jingyun's path, his fists clenched tightly.

Bu Jingyun stretched out an arm and gently pressed Bu Tian back down.

Bu Tian looked up at his father—

Bu Jingyun remained expressionless, his sleeves fluttering lightly, completely ignoring the general's mockery.

The reason I lost that match at the ferry was because I was worried about Wuming's safety and didn't dare to play freely.

Now that I have no more worries, it's the perfect time to wipe away this shame.

He turned his head slightly and asked calmly:

"Tian'er, are you scared?"

Bu Tian broke free from his father's arm, head held high, chest puffed out, eyes gleaming with fierce light, his fighting spirit soaring:

"Don't be afraid!"

After saying that, the boy took a step forward, and his true energy surged around him, causing the snow under his feet to explode in all directions.

He declared loudly, "Father, just you wait and see!"

As Bu Jingyun watched his son's retreating figure, a faint smile flickered deep within his cold eyes.

Before he could finish speaking, Bu Tian had already moved.

The young man moved with lightning speed, like a fleeting shadow, carrying the youthful vigor of a newborn calf, and boldly crashed into the Heavenly Gate Formation.

Bu Jingyun's gaze lingered on his son for a moment—he neither stopped him nor said anything more.

Young eagles will never learn to fly if they don't experience wind and rain.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

The experts were all seasoned veterans, and though they were startled, they remained calm.

The two leading Tianmen experts snorted coldly, drew their longswords, their cold light flashing like lightning, and attacked Bu Tian's shoulders from the left and right.

The knife work was steady and cold, a testament to years of shrewd and seasoned knife skills.

Bu Tian did not retreat but advanced!

His body twisted and turned in mid-air, weaving through the gaps in the flashing blades, a truly perilous feat.

"Endless Thunder!"

In the instant they passed each other, he unleashed a double palm strike.

A thunderous roar erupted from his palm as a vast surge of internal energy burst forth with earth-shattering power!

boom!

Four palms facing each other, their energy exploding!

The two experts felt an overwhelming force strike them. They groaned and staggered back several steps, sinking half a foot into the snow beneath their feet. Their faces were flushed, their hands were split open, and bloodstains were clearly visible on the hilts of their swords.

One of them looked down—

The force of the palm strike caused a visible crack to appear on the blade of his own blade.

"What?!"

"This kid is troublesome, form the formation!"

With a sharp shout, more than ten figures sprang into action simultaneously.

In an instant—the blade flashed like snow, the sword shadows were like a forest, and the long whip flicked like a venomous snake.

The sound of something breaking through the air was piercing, and the attack was overwhelming, sealing off all of Bu Tian's escape routes.

Bu Tian was surrounded and struggling to defend himself.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing silk was crisp and clear. Although the vital point was avoided, the sleeve of the left arm was still slashed by the sword energy, and a bloody mark seeped out.

Blood dripped down his forearm onto the snow, staining the ground with crimson petals.

The pain did not deter him; instead, it fueled his ferocity.

Bu Tian's eyes widened, and he grinned, actually laughing.

His laughter was fierce and wild, just like his father's.

The internal energy of the boundless divine skill within his body circulated to its limit, his dantian and sea of ​​qi surged endlessly, and his energy seemed to want to swallow the heavens and earth.

"Boundless wind and fire!"

In an instant, the boy transformed into a burning hurricane.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire was fueled by the wind!

The palms flashed like shooting stars, and the scorching air waves and sharp wind pressure intertwined to form an impenetrable wall of wind and fire around him.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A series of muffled explosions rang out, and snowflakes flew everywhere.

Speed ​​against speed, hard against hard!

With each palm strike, a master was inevitably forced back.

However, several attacks also pierced through the defenses and struck his protective aura, creating ripples.

A long whip wrapped around Bu Tian's right wrist, its barbs deeply embedded in his flesh.