I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The big man's pupils suddenly contracted; even severed limbs can be reattached.

But what if this vital organ is ruined...?

"No! Don't step on me! I'll talk! I'll talk!!"

The burly man instantly broke down, tears streaming down his face, howling until his voice cracked:

"In the Ice Prison! The lowest level of the Ninefold Ice Prison! Nameless is imprisoned there!"

Bu Tian withdrew his foot, his expression remaining calm and composed throughout.

He crouched down, looking the burly man sprawled on the ground at eye level.

"Ninefold Ice Prison"

He repeated it, as if he were memorizing a street name.

Then he reached out and tore a strip of cloth from the burly man's tattered clothes, slowly wiping the bloodstains off his fingers.

"lead the way."

After saying that, he grabbed the big man by the back of his collar with one hand and dragged him like a dead dog, striding into the depths of the ice corridor.

The burly man's limbs dragged on the ice, leaving a long trail of blood.

Jiang Qingge glanced at the glaring bloodstains on the ground, her expression unchanged, and followed them unhurriedly.

Ninefold Ice Prison, the Heavenly Gate.

The entire ice prison was carved out of ice, extending deep underground from the ice surface. With each layer below, the temperature decreased and the defenses became more stringent.

Several master-level experts patrol and guard each floor.

The deeper you go, the more terrifying the guards become—rumored to be that the lowest level is guarded by a supreme master of the ultimate path.

These people, who would be capable of establishing their own sects and dominating a region outside, are merely gatekeepers in the Heavenly Gate Ice Prison.

The profound cultural heritage of Tianmen is truly astonishing.

First floor entrance.

A chilling atmosphere pervaded the air, and the ice walls gleamed with a faint blue light.

Several grandmasters dressed in heavy furs were warming themselves around a dark blue brazier, rubbing their hands together and chatting idly.

"Ugh, this godforsaken place. Staring at ice all day, I'm going crazy."

A burly man with a face full of scars rubbed his hands together, a dried meat strip he'd gotten from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, and mumbled a complaint.

"What's the rush?" a tall, thin man sneered.

"Just three more days until the shift ends. Once we're out of Tianmen, won't the world be our oyster?"

"That's true." The burly man swallowed hard and chuckled lewdly.

Just as they were getting into the conversation, the eerie blue flames in the brazier suddenly moved on their own without any wind, then abruptly dipped and almost went out.

The group froze at the same time.

It wasn't because I saw anything—

Instead, an unusual chill crept in from behind without warning.

It wasn't the chill of the Ice Prison itself.

The cold of the icy prison seeps into the flesh.

But this chill seeped directly from the bone marrow—as if something had been watching them.

The dried meat strip in the burly man's mouth fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Who goes there!"

The men drew their swords with a "whoosh" and turned around, their hair standing on end.

At the entrance, a young man with a stern face stood quietly.

Half a step behind, a woman in white placed her hand on the hilt of a sword, her gaze as cold as ice.

The young man was carrying a mangled, bloody body in his left hand—

His limbs were twisted at an abnormal angle, and blood kept flowing down between his fingers, pooling into a shocking crimson stain on the ice.

Only the tattered brocade robes on his body vaguely revealed that they were the standard attire of the people of Tianmen.

The guards' expressions changed drastically, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The leader was about to speak and demand an answer, but before he could even finish his sentence—

Bu Tian casually flicked his wrist.

The blood-soaked figure, like a cannonball, carrying an astonishing force, crashed heavily into the iron-hard ice wall with a loud "boom"!

Ice shards flew everywhere, and cold smoke billowed in all directions.

When the smoke cleared, everyone gasped in shock.

He was completely embedded in the ice wall, and couldn't be pried out.

silence.

At the entrance to the Ice Prison, you could hear a pin drop.

Only the human pig embedded in the ice wall, its blood meandering down the ice surface, drip-drip-drip, sound particularly jarring in the empty ice cave.

The guards' expressions, still frozen in their lewd grins from earlier, had now turned to horrified shock.

"You bastard!"

The burly man was the first to regain his senses. He roared, his inner energy surging, and his fur coat fluttered loudly from the force of his energy.

"Who came from, you little beast, daring to run wild in the sacred grounds of Tianmen! You're asking for death!"

Before he could finish speaking, the person pounced on him.

His palms were crimson, enveloped in a pungent, fishy stench, as he headed straight for Bu Tian's face—

The Crimson Fiend Palm is a vicious and insidious palm strike; those struck by it will have their blood boil, fester, and die.

The remaining grandmasters also moved.

"Kill him!"

The tall, thin man moved close to the ground, his soft sword gleaming coldly. He focused on low-impact attacks, a truly insidious tactic.

The other two, one wielding a sword and the other a whip, attacked from all sides: one with a powerful, cleaving motion, the other with a net to block the way.

The four grandmasters joined forces, unleashing their deadly attacks simultaneously.

The flashing blades, the shadows of swords, the winds of palm strikes, and the force of whips wove together a deadly net, trapping Bu Tian within it.

If it were someone else, they might really have died here.

But Bu Tian didn't even blink.

He even had his hands behind his back.

Amidst the fluttering of her robes, her clear eyes reflected the myriad killing moves, remaining calm and composed.

Bu Tian slightly turned his body, and the burly man's Crimson Fiend Palm grazed past the tip of his nose before slamming heavily onto the ice surface—the ice shattered, and the palm print was half a foot deep, yet it didn't even touch the hem of Bu Tian's clothes.

Immediately afterwards, Bu Tian casually stepped on the soft sword of the tall, thin man with his right foot, landing precisely on the blade.

An immense force traveled along the sword, splitting the tiger's mouth, causing the soft sword to slip from the hand and be firmly trampled underfoot.

"What?!" The tall, thin man was shocked.

Before I could even react—

Bu Tian's palms flew, unleashing dozens of consecutive strikes, the palm shadows layered like clouds, so fast that the naked eye could only see a blur.

Each palm strike was as heavy as a mountain, enveloped in an absurdly vast amount of true energy.

Endless Thunder!!

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

The muffled sounds were as frequent as firecrackers, and the entire ice cave trembled.

The protective aura around the burly man's chest was as fragile as paper and shattered instantly, sending him flying backward and spraying blood all the way.

His legs slammed against the edge of the ice platform, and the sound of his bones breaking could be heard even through half of the ice cave.

The one wielding the whip fared even worse—before the whip could reach Bu Tian, ​​his wrist was struck by a palm, shattering his wrist bone. The whip, which had slipped from his grasp, rebounded and strangled his neck, causing him to suffocate and turn purple.

The man with the knife tried to escape, but as soon as he turned around, Bu Tian kicked him in the back, sending him crashing into the ice wall and leaving a human-shaped dent.

The tall, thin guy was the last to fall.

Bu Tian lifted his foot, deflecting the soft sword he was stepping on forward. The moment the sword sprang up, he pinched the tip with two fingers and gently bent it—

"Click."

The soft sword broke, and the tall, thin man's body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

From the start to the finish, it took less than three breaths.

Bu Tian stopped, his expression returning to normal.

He glanced coldly at the guards lying on the ground groaning, his tone as indifferent as if he were commenting on a dish:

"this one?"

He turned and walked deeper into the icy prison.

Behind him, the burly man struggled to his feet.

Amidst the blood and grime on his face, his eyes darted around—Bu Tian had already walked far away.

He endured the excruciating pain and scrambled out of the cave, muttering to himself:

"We have to hurry...we have to tell the priest right away...someone has broken in!"

However, he had just climbed to the entrance—

A foot stepped on his hand.

The burly man looked up and saw an absolutely beautiful face.

She was as aloof as frost and snow, with delicate features like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

His plain white sword robe gleamed coldly in the pale blue light of the Ice Prison.

Jiang Qingge looked down at the burly man, her gaze as calm as if she were looking at an insect.

"What did you just say?"

Her voice was as clear as spring water, and it was incredibly beautiful.

But the burly man sensed a chill in that voice that was colder than an icy hell.

"You're going to...call for reinforcements?"

Jiang Qingge's tone even carried a hint of curiosity, as if she were confirming something very interesting.

"No...no! I didn't! I—"

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Qingge smiled slightly, a very faint smile, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But suddenly, something chilling appeared in those clear, cold eyes.

She raised her right hand and casually flicked her slender fingers.

A sword aura, almost invisible to the naked eye, flew out from the fingertip.

"laugh."

The big, muscular man's little finger flew off at the base.

The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the blood droplets emerged faster than the pain reached the brain.

"ah--!!"

The scream had barely left his lips when the second sword strike arrived.

"laugh."

Another one.

"laugh."

"laugh."

"laugh."

Jiang Qingge's fingers moved gently, as if playing a silent melody.

Each sword strike was terrifyingly precise—it only cut a finger, without injuring an inch of flesh.

All five fingers were severed at the root within three breaths.

The severed fingers lay scattered on the ice, like five discarded chess pieces.

The burly man was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream anymore. His eyes rolled back, and white foam hung from the corners of his mouth, like a dead fish that had been slapped onto the shore.

Jiang Qingge looked down at him, the smile on her lips gradually fading.

The chill faded, and his eyes returned to their clear, watery state.

She straightened her sleeves, tidied her wind-blown hair, and stepped into the depths of the icy prison.

Dressed in white, moving with composure, his expression remained unchanged.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Deep within the ice corridor ahead, Bu Tian's figure was receding into the distance.

Jiang Qingge quickened her pace, following at a leisurely pace.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Bu Tian turned his head and glanced at her.

"Senior sister, why are you so slow?"

"I've cleaned up the mess for you."

Jiang Qingge's voice was calm, her expression was cool and clear, as clean as an autumn pool.

Bu Tian hummed in agreement, asked no further questions, and continued walking forward.

Deep within the icy prison.

Bu Tian continued his ascent with unstoppable momentum.

There were guards blocking his way on each floor, but they couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

The cells on both sides of the ice wall along the way held all kinds of prisoners—some with disheveled hair, some with missing limbs, and some barely breathing.

Seeing Bu Tian burst in from outside, his eyes were filled with surprise and doubt.

Bu Tian's eyes did not stray to the side.

There was only one name in my mind—Nameless.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor—

There were guards blocking the way on each floor, but the two of them didn't need to stop at all.

Bu Tian walked in front, and whenever he encountered someone blocking his way, he would simply slap them aside with his palm.

Occasionally, a fish that slips through the net tries to sneak up from the side, but before it can even get within three feet—

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—"

The dense sword energy, like a torrential downpour, enveloped the attacker in an instant.