I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Xu Fu's smile froze for a moment.

He has lived for two thousand years, and "immortality" is his biggest trump card and his most valuable asset.

Many heroes, emperors, and generals, upon hearing that he could grant people immortality, would immediately bow down and worship.

But the young man in front of him didn't even lift his eyelids.

This composure... is too abnormal.

Xu Fu felt a chill run down his spine—knowing that ordinary methods wouldn't work on this martial arts overlord, he immediately offered an even stronger bargaining chip.

He sighed deeply, a look of sorrow rising on his face, as if bearing untold hardships:

"In my life, although I have stolen the secrets of heaven and lived a long life, I have not been able to avoid taking in a few wicked disciples."

"Two hundred years ago, I took in a disciple with extraordinary talent and named him—Di Shitian!"

"puff--"

Duan Lang almost spat out the tea he had just drunk.

He suppressed a laugh, swallowed it back, coughed twice to cover it up, and feigned surprise:

"Ahem... Oh? The Lord of the Heavenly Gate, Di Shitian, is actually Senior Xu's esteemed disciple?"

He was secretly laughing his head off—what a shameless old man, his skin is thicker than a city wall.

He directed and starred in it himself, and the arrangement was actually quite convincing.

You are the very embodiment of Indra!

Xu Fu looked heartbroken and stamped his feet repeatedly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's this traitor! His talent is unparalleled in my life."

"But he was wicked and actually betrayed his sect!"

"What's even more hateful is that he combined various martial arts styles to create a wicked technique called the 'Sacred Heart Technique'!"

"This skill is incredibly powerful—not only can it bring the dead back to life, but it can also kill with a glance, and even... grant immortality!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang was finally "moved".

He abruptly stood up, gripping the handrails with both hands, his face filled with "horrification"—

That acting was absolutely superb.

If he didn't know the truth perfectly well, he might have believed it himself.

"Such heaven-defying martial arts exist in the world? Wouldn't that make one invincible?"

Seeing that Duan Lang had finally "taken the bait," Xu Fu was secretly delighted, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

But his face remained solemn.

"That's why that traitor's ambition has swelled; he wants to slaughter the dragon and seize its essence on the upcoming auspicious day!"

"If he succeeds, the entire world will likely become his playthings!"

At this point, Xu Fu bowed deeply to Duan Lang, his voice trembling:

"I know I am incapable of cleaning up my own house, so I have come here specifically to beg Alliance Leader Duan to take action."

"I do not seek the Dragon Essence, but only that the Alliance Leader stop that traitor from monopolizing it, thus ridding the martial world of this scourge!"

Duan Lang slowly sat back on the throne, his slender fingers gently tapping the armrest—

"Tap, tap, tap."

In the empty hall, only these soft sounds echoed one after another.

He knew it perfectly well—

This old fox clearly can't bite off that bone himself, so he wants to use me to slay the dragon.

He speaks in a grand and righteous manner, but in reality, he's full of scheming and just wants me to be his henchman.

However... Dragon Essence.

Duan Lang's lips curled up slightly—this thing was indeed tempting.

He did not immediately agree, but instead looked at Xu Fu with a half-smile.

That look in his eyes was like watching the most exciting part of a great show.

Xu Fu met that gaze and felt a chill run down his spine—

The young man's eyes were so deep, so unfathomable.

The main hall was deathly quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar shattered the deathly silence in the hall.

"Broken Wave Boy!"

After Xu Fu's death, Wu De was already burning with rage.

How revered was his master?

I condescended to reveal such a shocking secret, and this damned alliance leader is so disrespectful! He's utterly ungrateful!

Wu De suddenly took a step forward, and the golden bricks beneath his feet cracked with a sound. His aura surged like a raging lion unleashed from its cage, heading straight for the imperial steps.

"Your master has been so polite to you, and you're taking it all for granted!"

"I think your so-called leader of the martial arts world is nothing but a hollow shell, a name without substance!"

Wu De's eyes were wide open, radiating a murderous aura.

"Let me test your mettle and see if you're qualified to sit on this leader's throne!"

Xu Fu surprisingly did not stop this presumptuous act.

He kept his eyes down, his mind focused, and remained silent.

A glint of light flashed in the depths of his cloudy old eyes—

He clearly tacitly approved of his disciple's probing, hoping to use this opportunity to gauge Duan Lang's true strength.

Duan Lang remained leaning against the throne, unmoved.

Instead of getting angry, he reached out and flicked a non-existent speck of dust off his cuff before raising his eyelids with interest.

He looked Wu De up and down, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Oh? That's interesting." His tone was languid, with a hint of playfulness, like a cat teasing a mouse.

"What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

Upon hearing this, Wu De let out a sinister laugh.

He suddenly stretched out his hands, his ten fingers like hooks, the knuckles thick and raised, gleaming with a faint black light, as if cast from refined iron.

"Listen up, kid! What I've trained is the indestructible Iron Claw!"

He held his head high with arrogance, his eyes filled with disdain:

"I followed my master in seclusion for 137 years to cultivate my inner strength, and I have long since reached the pinnacle of my cultivation!"

"You're nowhere near as good as a callow brat like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his bones cracked and popped, and a fierce aura surged into the sky, as if to tear the magnificent palace apart.

"Wait a minute."

Duan Lang's voice was clear and cold, like an icy spring, neither too loud nor too soft, yet it instantly suppressed the tense atmosphere in the hall.

He frowned slightly and flicked his sleeves.

A powerful, gentle force arose out of nowhere, forcefully suppressing Wu De's violent aura.

"This celestial palace was built by me with countless efforts and money, and it is extremely luxurious."

Duan Lang's tone was indifferent, but the meaning behind his words was anything but:

"If you recklessly destroy even a single brick or tile, even if you dismantle and sell your old bones, you still wouldn't be able to afford to compensate for it."

After speaking, Duan Lang stood up, put his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

"If you want to fight, come with me to the cliff edge."

"That place is vast and open, perfect for your burial."

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and disappeared from the hall in an instant.

Xu Fu's old eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of shrewdness gleaming within them, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth—

The young man's movements were even faster than he had anticipated.

He then followed closely behind, accompanied by an enraged Wu De.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had reached the summit of Tianshan Mountain.

This place is surrounded by cliffs on all sides, with sheer drops of thousands of feet.

Looking out, the sea of ​​clouds surges and ripples, magnificent and vast, as if one were standing high in the heavens, looking down upon all living beings.

A strong wind howled, and robes fluttered in the wind.

Duan Lang stood with his back to the sky on the edge of the cliff, looking calm and composed.

He raised his right hand slightly, pointing at Wu De, whose face was ashen, and hooked his index finger slightly, showing utmost contempt.

"Come, let me see what makes your 137 years of cultivation so extraordinary."

"This is outrageous!"

As Xu Fu's chief disciple, when had Wu De ever been treated with such contempt in his life?

He immediately let out a loud shout that shook the heavens.

"Iron Claws - Crack gold and crack stones!"

Instead of immediately lunging at Duan Lang, he swung his claw back and viciously shoved it into the cliff face beside him.

With a deafening roar, the summit of Tianshan Mountain trembled violently.

He actually tore a huge protruding rock, several meters in diameter, off the cliff in one piece!

"Smash it for me!"

With a sudden burst of force from the ten jet-black fingers, the boulder shattered!

Countless pebbles, carrying his terrifying internal energy accumulated over 137 years, tore through the sky like a rain of meteors, crashing down on Duan Lang!

Each piece of gravel contained enough force to blast a grandmaster into mincemeat.

Faced with this apocalyptic attack, Duan Lang remained strangely still, without even raising his protective aura.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

A storm of violently falling debris swept in.

However, a chilling scene unfolded—

The stones, carrying immense internal force, seemed to strike Duan Lang's body as if they were hitting a ghost without any substance, passing right through him!

The rubble crashed into the sea of ​​clouds and mountain walls behind them, creating a deafening roar.

Duan Lang remained standing there, one hand behind his back, the creases in his clothes unchanged.

Wu De's eyes bulged out, and he was so horrified that he cried out as if he had seen a ghost:

"It...it pierced through?! Could it be some kind of ethereal martial art?!"

How could a physical object imbued with internal energy possibly pass through flesh and blood?!

Not far away, Xu Fu appeared expressionless, but a chilling glint flashed uncontrollably in his cloudy old eyes.

idiot!

That's not some kind of intangibility at all!

It's just that this kid's movement technique... is too fast!

So fast that you can dodge through the gaps in the rain of stones the instant they hit you, and return to your starting point without the slightest error the moment they pierce through you!

Because the speed completely exceeds the limits of the naked eye, the afterimage left by the visual residual perfectly overlaps with the real person, which creates the eerie illusion of "stone passing through the body"!

This astonishing display of lightness skill sent a chill down Xu Fu's spine.

"Playing tricks... I refuse to believe I can't catch you!"

His long-range kill attempt failed, and Wu De, filled with shame and indignation, let out a beast-like roar.

He sprang up, his claws like two black, ferocious dragons, carrying a sharp claw wind that could tear everything apart, this time directly aimed at Duan Lang's throat!

Facing a fatal blow that was smeared all over his face.

Duan Lang casually lifted his eyelids, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Playing with claws? I'll play along with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Lang extended a claw.

He had already entered the Celestial Realm, and his martial intent was divine.

This claw strike had no set technique; it was simply a random grab that locked down the surrounding void, exuding a terrifying, innate power!

"Bang!"

The two claws collided in mid-air, producing a metallic clang.

Where the energy surged, pebbles flew everywhere, and even the sea of ​​clouds, which stretched for hundreds of feet, was blasted open with a huge gash.

Wu De's massive body suddenly stopped in mid-air, like a charging rhinoceros crashing into an invisible iron wall, and his violent momentum instantly dissipated!

Duan Lang, however, did not move an inch.

Instead of retreating, he slightly tightened his grip.