I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The father and son exchanged a glance—

No words were needed; their hearts were already in sync, and their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they were one person.

"Tearing through the sky and parting the clouds!"

Four palms struck out simultaneously, their force as sharp as knives!

Two domineering palm forces, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, converged in mid-air—

Transforming into two enormous palm shadows that blotted out the sky, they fiercely tore through the net of fire!

"Sizzle—"

With a sharp tearing sound, the impenetrable net of deathly fire was ripped open with a huge gap by the combined palm strikes of the father and son!

"What?!"

The god's expression changed—this power was far beyond what was expected!

This is not a simple one plus one.

It is the bond between father and son, their strength resonates, and their power is more than doubled!

Before he could react, two figures had already passed through the gap like ghosts and were closing in on him!

On the left—Bu Jingyun.

On the right—Bu Tian.

The two changed their moves simultaneously, their palms radiating heat and whistling winds—

"Boundless wind and fire!"

call--!

The two wind and fire palm forces merged in mid-air, transforming into a fiery tornado that stretched from the sky to the earth, trapping the divine general firmly in the center!

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

The god felt as if he were in purgatory—even his world-destroying demon body was burning with a dull ache.

He roared repeatedly, his claws flailing wildly, the chilling aura of the "Ice Nether Hand" spreading outwards, attempting to extinguish the raging wind and fire.

But the father and son launched a relentless offensive, one wave higher than the next, giving them no chance to breathe!

Before the wind and fire had subsided, thunder had already exploded.

Bu Jingyun turned his head and glanced at Bu Tian.

Bu Tianxin understood immediately and nodded emphatically.

At the same time, he unleashed the most powerful and domineering move of the Three Clouds Ten Palms—

"Thunder—"

Bu Jingyun gathered power in both palms, his body enveloped in a fusion of cloud energy and sword intent. The force of the energy impacted the wound on his chest, causing blood to gush out.

He didn't even frown.

"--Endless!"

Bu Tian followed closely behind, pushing his Boundless Divine Skill to its limit. His dantian was almost emptied, but he gritted his teeth and kept up with his father's rhythm, palm after palm!

Four palms struck out simultaneously, their force like a thunderbolt!

The two palm forces resonated in the instant they met in mid-air.

Like two rivers suddenly merging at their estuary, their combined energy surged and erupted with a terrifying power far exceeding the individual limits of the two.

It transformed into a colossal pillar of thunder, carrying the might of thunder, and hurtled straight to the heart of the enemy!

The god had no choice but to push his world-destroying demonic body to its limit, crossing his arms to block the attack head-on!

"boom!!"

A thunderclap struck, shaking heaven and earth!

The snowfield, spanning hundreds of feet in radius, was shattered as if by a giant's foot, and the entire ice field collapsed several feet under this blow.

Lightning burst forth, and the protective energy disintegrated.

"puff!"

The god felt an overwhelming force strike him—the bones in his arms cracked inch by inch, and he could hear the cracking sound clearly.

It felt like a heavy hammer had struck my chest, and my internal organs felt like they had been twisted into a knot!

He spat out a mouthful of black blood—the once invincible demonic body of destruction was now as withered as a fallen leaf.

He was sent flying backwards, crashing into the depths of the icy plain!

The broken ice collapsed like an avalanche, burying him completely.

The smoke and dust have settled!

Bu Jingyun knelt on one knee, bracing himself against the snow, panting heavily.

Bu Tian's legs went weak, and all his strength seemed to have been drained. He knelt down beside his father with a "thump".

But the two of them simultaneously raised their heads and stared intently at the ruins of the icy plain.

The ice shards piled up like mountains, and there was no movement.

"...Is he dead?" Bu Tian asked in a hoarse voice.

Bu Jingyun did not answer.

There was a moment of silence beneath the icy plain.

Then—a deafening explosion!

Rocks pierced the sky, and shards of ice flew everywhere, making the entire ice field look as if it had been smashed apart from below by some enormous object.

A demonic figure broke through the ice and hovered in mid-air.

The malevolent aura surrounding him was so thick it was almost visible, churning endlessly like black mist.

The god's hair was disheveled, a streak of black blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his face was so distorted that he was almost unrecognizable as human.

He couldn't understand it—with his unparalleled divine skills and world-destroying demonic body, how many people in the world could break through it?

He was actually beaten into such a sorry state by his defeated enemies working together?!

What a shame!

"Bu Jingyun! Bu Tian!"

His voice was hoarse and frantic, his roar shaking the shards of ice on the frozen plain.

"You are indeed quite capable to be able to harm my demonic body."

"But—that's the end of it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine general suddenly shook his arms, and the demonic power within his body was pushed to its peak!

A sudden chill rose in the left half of his body, so cold it was extreme, as if the icy hell of the deepest hell had descended upon the mortal realm.

Flames surged on the right side of his body, burning him to the point of madness, as if an endless sea of ​​fire was incinerating everything.

Ice and fire—two completely opposite extreme forces—exploded simultaneously within him.

The moment they converged in the void, they transformed into a terrifying vortex that could annihilate everything!

The surrounding air was distorted and hissed, and the ice on the ground cracked and collapsed at a visible speed.

"Die!"

The divine general, wielding raging ice and fire, descended upon the father and son like a demon god, charging towards them.

At the critical moment.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose between heaven and earth.

This was no ordinary cold wind—it carried the mighty force to stir up the heavens and earth!

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and the sky suddenly darkened.

A clear, resonant whistle echoed throughout the heavens and earth—

"The divine wind moves!"

A figure seemed to arrive on the wind, body and mind in harmony, mind and heaven in communion.

Before the leg even arrived, the wind and clouds had already stirred—the clouds swept down following the leg shadow, transforming into a towering, earth-shattering blue wind pillar that crashed into the divine general!

This kick possessed the power of heaven and earth, vast and boundless.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud shook the entire ice field.

The god's invincible cyclone of ice and fire was so fragile and vulnerable in the face of this divine wind of heaven and earth that it collapsed instantly!

The leg strike was as powerful as a mountain, slamming heavily into his chest.

The god grunted, his anger instantly replaced by astonishment.

He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the depths of the icy plain with a loud bang—his fate unknown.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

The figure that came riding the wind slowly descended.

His robes fluttered, his long hair was like splashed ink, and his expression was calm and composed, exuding the air of a master who looked down upon the world.

"Senior Brother Yun."

Nie Feng's gaze fell on Bu Jingyun—his smile lasted only a moment, before turning into worry.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the five charred finger holes in Bu Jingyun's chest, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Junior Brother Feng."

Bu Jingyun suppressed his aura, and a hint of warmth finally appeared on his perpetually cold face.

"Your wound—"

Nie Feng swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He knows Bu Jingyun too well.

This person never likes others to care about his injuries.

The two did not exchange any further pleasantries.

For those who have been through thick and thin together, being able to meet again on the brink of death is the best greeting in itself.

Bu Tian stood behind his father, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

"Uncle Wind!"

His voice rose several decibels with excitement—

Then he quickly stopped, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and tried to appear composed.

That kick just now sent the divine general flying?

The victory that he and his father fought so hard for, Uncle Feng accomplished with just one kick?

No wonder he's someone who's on par with his father...

Oh no, it's stronger than Dad.

Nie Feng glanced at Bu Tian, ​​smiled, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Tian'er, your cultivation has improved quite a bit again."

"I could sense the force with which you and your father joined forces just now, even from a distance."

Bu Tian's ears turned slightly red. He scratched his head, unsure of what to say.

Bu Jingyun glanced at his son, said nothing, but the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch.

If you look closely, it resembles a subtle arc that's about to laugh but then holds back.

What are you doing here?

The two spoke almost simultaneously, then paused at the same time, exchanging a glance.

Bu Jingyun spoke first, his voice deep:

"For his master's sake, he was captured by Indra and taken to the Heavenly Gate, his fate unknown."

Nie Feng sighed softly, a hint of worry flashing between his brows:

"I'm here to find my family."

"My dream, my father, and Qing'er... they've all disappeared."

"I tracked it all the way here and sensed a strong fluctuation of true energy. I rushed over to see what was going on—but I didn't expect it to be you fighting here, Senior Brother."

Bu Jingyun paused for a moment, then nodded:

"It seems that Tianmen was behind all this."

Before he could finish speaking—

An unusual movement was heard again from the depths of the icy plains.

The ice shards rolled down, making a loud "crashing" sound.

The figure of the god staggered out of the ruins.

His aura had weakened considerably, and his previous arrogant and domineering demeanor had completely vanished.

But the anger still burned in those eyes.

"Cough, cough..."

The god wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and stared intently at the three people in front of him.

If he were at his peak, he was confident that he could fight one-on-one against any of the other heroes.

But the Bu family father and son had already broken his demonic body with their combined efforts—

Now Nie Feng is here again.

With all the forces at work, this could be the death of him.

It's too late to fight.

The gods knew perfectly well—as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

A flash of red light enveloped him, and he was about to use ice magic to escape—

however--

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

Before he could move an inch, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped.

This chill came without warning, penetrating to the bone and corroding to the marrow, several times colder than ten-thousand-year-old black ice, and far beyond what the "Ice Nether Hand" could compare to.

"Boom!"

The void trembled, and moisture in the air condensed out of thin air, in an instant—

A colossal ice figure, hundreds of feet tall, rose from the ground!

It stretched between the three heroes and the divine general, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The Ice Man's face was blurred, but its condescending and indifferent majesty sent chills down one's spine—as if in its eyes, all living beings were nothing more than ants.

The god's figure froze instantly.

The thought of running away vanished, replaced by a deep-seated awe.

Ignoring his severe injuries, he hurriedly bowed and prostrated himself, his voice trembling:

"Greetings—Indra!"

Indra?!

The three of them felt a chill run down their spines and their gazes locked onto the hundred-foot-tall ice figure.

"This is... Indra?"

Bu Tian couldn't help but gasp.

The invisible pressure was like a mountain collapsing; just facing an ice statue made it difficult for him to breathe.

His legs went slightly weak uncontrollably—but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Bu Jingyun seemed to notice his son's unusual behavior and reached out a hand to place on Bu Tian's shoulder.

He didn't speak, but his hand was very steady.

The weight on his shoulders instantly calmed Bu Tian down, and his legs stopped shaking.

Nie Feng subtly took half a step forward, slightly turning his body to shield the two people behind him.

His movements were natural, as if they were done casually.

But Bu Jingyun could tell that they were being protected.