I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

When the sword energy dissipated, the person was still standing in the same spot.

But it no longer looks like a human being.

The skin and flesh of his limbs were peeled away, rolled up, and shaped layer by layer by the sword energy—like a flower in bloom.

Bones are the flower stems, tendons are the stamens, and the rolled-up flesh is the layered petals.

Alive, still breathing.

But it has already been "carved" into a human-shaped flower sculpture.

Bu Tian heard a muffled thud behind him—the person had finally collapsed to the ground.

He didn't turn around.

He was already used to it—with his senior sister behind him, he didn't need to worry about what was happening behind him.

Fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor—

The ninth floor.

The lowest level of the Ninefold Ice Prison.

This floor is completely different from the one above—it's as spacious as an underground palace, with ice walls gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

The temperature was so low that your breath instantly turned into ice crystals.

As soon as Bu Tian stepped into this floor, his gaze was fixed on the deepest part—

A wall of ancient ice, several meters thick, gleamed with a deep blue light.

A person is sealed inside the ice wall.

The person's eyes were closed, their face was blurred, and they were frozen motionless.

But even through the several-foot-thick layer of mysterious ice, Bu Tian could still sense it—

A faint yet incredibly tenacious aura was slowly pulsating deep within the Xuanbing ice.

Bu Tian's fists clenched unconsciously.

In front of that mysterious ice wall, a huge ice platform stood in the middle.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe sat cross-legged on the ice platform.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were slightly closed, and his aura was completely suppressed, as if he had merged with the ancient ice.

—A watchdog blocking the way for the master.

Jiang Qingge leaned against the ice wall at the entrance, holding her sword, and glanced at the person on the ice platform.

"Master of the Ultimate Path," she said casually, as if reciting a menu. "Not bad. You can practice your skills here. I'm going to take a break."

Bu Tian grunted in agreement and strode forward.

The sound of footsteps echoed on the ice, making no attempt to conceal them.

The middle-aged man in a blue robe on the ice platform slowly opened his eyes.

This person's name is Leng Ya.

A hundred years ago, he made a name for himself in the martial arts world. Later, he submitted to Emperor Shitian and was granted a lifespan.

Although he is over 100 years old, he still looks like a young man.

"Hey kid, stop right there."

"Judging from your young age, cultivation must be very difficult." Leng Ya frowned.

"Get lost now, and I can pretend I didn't see anything."

Bu Tian stopped in his tracks—not out of fear, but because he found it amusing.

He raised his index finger and shook it gently twice.

"I'll give you a chance. If you don't want to die, get out of the way."

Leng Ya's face darkened.

He slowly rose to his feet, his body radiating a chilling aura, and a powerful force swept over him from the ice platform.

"Ignorant of one's own limitations."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Ya flashed and flicked his fingertips three times in quick succession—"Chichichichi"—three extremely cold finger energies pierced through the void at the same time, turning into three pale white ice lines, which targeted Bu Tian's brow, throat, and heart.

The Three Absolute Finger Techniques of Xuanbing!

With three lines sealing off all escape routes, even an ordinary Grandmaster of Extreme Path would have to take it seriously.

Bu Tian thrust out a single palm, the palm strike round and continuous, his true energy flowing like water and enveloping the three ice lines—

Flowing water and drifting clouds.

The ice line crashed into the palm strike, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, and was completely neutralized by the gentle force, turning into countless ice shards that fluttered down.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Leng Ya's eyes.

The kid is definitely skilled; he managed to catch all three of his signature finger strikes.

But that's all—

Leng Ya suddenly sprang up, his figure transforming into a streak of cold light, rushing straight towards Bu Tian's face!

With both palms enveloped in extremely cold true energy, one palm struck towards Bu Tian's shoulder, and the other thrust towards Bu Tian's ribs, the angles were tricky, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Bu Tian sidestepped, the palm wind on his shoulder brushing past his clothes, the cold air freezing the fabric into a layer of white frost.

But Bu Tian didn't dodge the palm strike aimed at his ribs. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Leng Ya's wrist with his five fingers.

Leng Ya was startled and tried to pull his hand away, but found that the hand was as if it had been welded shut by iron clamps, and it did not move at all.

Bu Tian's other hand had already slapped over.

"Bang!"

He slapped Leng Ya in the chest.

Leng Ya was forced back three steps, his hands went numb, and his chest felt churning with blood and qi.

How can this kid's palm strike be so terrifying?!

Leng Ya suppressed his surging blood and qi, unleashing a series of palm strikes—

Ice-Slaying Consecutive Palms!

Each palm strike was bone-chilling, each move a predatory attack, giving Bu Tian no opening.

This is his signature move; he has killed countless masters with this palm technique over the past century.

Bu Tian stepped forward, his palms flying, the palm shadows like a torrential rain—overturning clouds and rain!

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

The two exchanged blows, their fists and palms thudding continuously.

Leng Ya struck Bu Tian's face with a palm strike—

Bu Tian dodged to the side, then swung his elbow at Leng Ya's forearm with a dull thud, and Leng Ya's entire arm went numb.

Ignoring the pain, Leng Ya slammed his knee into Bu Tian's abdomen—

Bu Tian pressed down with one hand, his palm precisely striking the kneecap, forcefully pushing the knee back in place.

Leng Ya gritted his teeth, his right palm enveloped in extremely cold true energy, aiming straight for Bu Tian's throat—

Bu Tian swiftly grabbed his wrist, then placed his other hand on his chest.

"Bang!"

This palm strike was three times heavier than the previous one.

Leng Ya grunted and stumbled back five steps, crashing into the edge of the ice platform.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his arms trembled slightly.

"You..." he gasped for breath, his face filled with resentment, "How could you be so powerful?!"

Bu Tian glanced at him but did not answer.

But that look was more despairing than any answer—it was an indifference that said, "You don't deserve to know."

"ah--!!"

Leng Ya was completely enraged by that look.

He retreated several steps, then slammed his palms into the ground, unleashing a torrent of his century-old inner energy—

The ground resonated violently, and countless ice spikes burst forth from beneath his feet, spreading wildly towards Bu Tian like a forest!

Icethorn Myriad Forms!

The icicles were everywhere, each one as hard as iron and as dense as a rainforest, turning the space between the two into a deadly thicket of thorns.

Bu Tian neither dodged nor evaded, but thrust both palms forward with force—

Overwhelming!

"boom--!"

The palm strike was like a raging torrent, crushing the ice spikes like waves of wheat, until it reached Leng Ya!

Leng Ya was thrown back by the aftershock of the palm strike, his feet carving two deep furrows into the ice.

He clutched his chest, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth—

Although those few palm strikes looked effortless, the hidden force had already damaged his internal organs.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Leng Ya muttered to himself, his eyes filled with both fear and madness.

He let out a roar, clasped his hands together, and recklessly compressed his century-old internal energy to its absolute limit—

Between his palms, a fist-sized, ice-blue orb of light slowly took shape.

The chill emanating from the orb caused the temperature on the entire ninth floor to drop sharply, and even new layers of ice began to form on the ice walls.

Xuanbing Returns to its Origin!

A century's worth of skill condensed into a single strike, enough to freeze and shatter mountains.

Leng Ya roared and thrust out with both palms, sending icy blue orbs wrapped in destructive cold air hurtling toward Bu Tian!

As Bu Tian watched the ball of light flying towards him, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

He took a step forward to face the ball of light—his right palm raised high, its force immense.

Tearing apart the sky and dispelling the clouds!

With a palm strike, he slammed down heavily onto the icy blue light sphere!

"Boom!!"

The sphere of light split open from the middle, like shattered glass, scattering icy blue fragments in all directions.

The force of the palm strike did not diminish; the aftershock passed through the shattered sphere of light and struck Leng Ya squarely in the chest.

Leng Ya's eyes widened instantly.

He heard the sound of his sternum cracking—

He was blasted away, spitting out blood, and crashed into the ice wall on the side, leaving a human-shaped dent.

He lay paralyzed in the shattered ice, most of his bones broken.

The blood in his mouth could no longer be spat out; it could only flow down the corner of his mouth.

His voice trembled: "How...how is this possible..."

Bu Tian took a step toward him.

Leng Ya instinctively took a step back.

Another step.

Another step back.

Fear completely shattered Leng Ya's will to fight.

He suddenly stood up, channeled his inner energy into his legs, and fled frantically towards the entrance—

"I'm not fighting anymore!!"

Bu Tian stopped and did not chase after him.

His gaze swept over Leng Ya's fleeing figure, and then glanced at the silhouette of his master in the Xuanbing ice wall behind him.

Time is running out; Indra may discover what's happening here at any moment. Saving lives is the priority.

He walked towards the ice wall of Xuanbing—

"laugh--"

A very faint whooshing sound.

Leng Ya's body... disintegrated.

Limbs, torso, and head were instantly and cleanly severed by countless thin, hair-like sword energies.

The various parts of the body flew forward half a step due to inertia before scattering onto the ice with a "crash".

Like a disassembled building block.

The blood splattered out and was instantly frozen into red ice crystals by the extreme cold, which fell to the ground with a "rustling" sound.

At the entrance, Jiang Qingge withdrew her raised finger.

He remained leaning against the wall, still holding his sword, his expression calm and serene.

Bu Tian froze on the spot.

"Senior sister, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, save them quickly," Jiang Qingge interrupted him, her voice calm.

Bu Tian took a deep breath—there was no time to think about these things.

He walked up to the thick, ancient ice wall and glanced at his master's silhouette through the ice.

Overwhelming!

"Boom—!"

The palm strike slammed into the ice wall, causing the entire ice prison to tremble.

A spiderweb-like pattern of cracks appeared on the ice surface—but they were just cracks.

The ancient ice, several meters thick and thousands of years old, remained completely still.

Bu Tian frowned: "So hard?"

Jiang Qingge's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of lazy laughter—

"Junior brother, you're not good enough."

"So weak? Put some effort into it..."

Jiang Qingge deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making it soft and slow, which made Bu Tian's ears burn instantly.

—Senior sister, are you talking about fighting the ice wall?

Bu Tian gritted his teeth. He couldn't afford to lose face again, especially not in front of his senior sister.

He calmed himself down and began to fully activate the eighteen layers of Boundless Divine Skill within his body.

True energy surged like a river bursting its banks, pushing one meridian after another to their limits, and an unbelievable surge of internal force into his palms.

The air above my palm was compressed and buzzed, with distorted heat waves faintly visible.

Overwhelming!

"boom!!!"

With that one palm strike, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in.

Starting from the palm print, cracks spread like lightning across the thick, millennia-old ice—

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The entire ice wall collapsed with a deafening roar!

Ice shards flew everywhere, causing the entire ninth floor to tremble violently. Ice shards fell from above, and the ground shook violently.

The icy fog dissipated.

A figure slowly emerged from the shattered ice.