I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The nameless body went limp, but Bu Tian reacted quickly and caught it.

It was icy to the touch, and its breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

The body was frozen for too long, all the acupoints were sealed, and the functions of the internal organs had reached their limit.

Bu Tian dared not delay, so he sat down cross-legged and placed his palms against his master's back.

The Boundless Divine Skill circulated, and the pure and vast true energy slowly flowed into Wuming's body, opening up the frozen meridians and nourishing the withered internal organs.

One, two, three—

With each meridian opened, Wuming's body trembled slightly, and the ashen color on his face faded a little.

A moment later, white steam rose from Wuming's head, and his complexion gradually regained its color.

"Cough cough..."

A soft cough broke the deathly silence of the icy prison.

Wuming slowly opened his eyes, his gaze momentarily clouded before returning to clarity.

What came into view was Bu Tian's young face, which was filled with anxiety.

"Tian'er?" Wuming's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Master, it's me." Bu Tian's voice trembled slightly as he steadily supported him with both hands.

Wuming paused for a moment.

He opened his mouth, his throat terribly dry, and with all his might, he managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Where is your father...?"

"Father didn't come." Bu Tian paused, glancing behind him.

"I came with my senior sister."

Wuming followed his gaze—

A few steps away, a figure in white leaned against the ice wall, holding a sword, with an indifferent expression.

Her sword robe was without a single wrinkle, and her hair was perfectly styled, as if the fierce battle on the ninth floor had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Qingge nodded slightly, as if to offer a greeting. Her gaze was cold and she said nothing more.

Wuming glanced at Bu Tian, ​​then at Jiang Qingge.

Two young people.

Two young men stormed into the Ninefold Ice Prison of Emperor Shitian, fought their way through all the guards, and carved him out of the millennia-old ice.

The expression on Wuming's face changed instantly.

"Nonsense!"

He suddenly grabbed Bu Tian's arm, his voice trembling with weakness, but his tone was filled with barely suppressed anger and lingering fear.

"Do you know what this place is? It's the Ninefold Ice Hell of Indra!"

"You two kids dare to come to a place like this?! How could your father let you come?!"

Bu Tian grinned, his tone very relaxed:

"Grandmaster, don't panic. Your grand-disciple is incredibly powerful now."

"A mere Indra is no match for me!"

He gestured with his chin toward Jiang Qingge, patting his chest as if to guarantee it.

"Besides, my senior sister is here! She'll be fine!"

Wuming stared intently at the boastful grand-disciple before him.

He described breaking through the Ninefold Ice Prison of Heaven as if it were a stroll in his backyard. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the kid truly possessed such strength or was just bragging to reassure him.

After a long while, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"……Walk."

The nameless man stood up.

Thanks to the immense true energy that Bu Tian had just transferred into him, his frozen meridians were not only suddenly opened up, but his power was also restored by 30%.

The foundation of this martial arts legend is so profound that even after breaking through the ice, his feet landed firmly as a rock, without the slightest sign of weakness or wobbling.

"We must not let our guard down." The nameless voice was steady and powerful.

"Now that I am free, I should not linger here. I must leave quickly. Indra may return at any time, and delay could lead to unforeseen circumstances."

"Master, I'll nurture your meridians again on the way." Bu Tian stood respectfully by his side, ready to guard against any unexpected situations.

Jiang Qingge straightened up from the wall and walked straight towards the entrance of the ice corridor.

"Keep up."

The three of them walked uphill along the path they had come from.

Jiang Qingge led the way, Wuming walked steadily with his hands behind his back, and Bu Tian stood guard beside him, occasionally using his boundless true energy to help his master dispel the lingering cold poison in his meridians.

Eighth floor, seventh floor, sixth floor—

The scene along the way was one of devastation. The guards who had been breached on the way here lay scattered and broken in the ice corridors on each level, and the ice surface was cracked several feet wide, showing how devastating the battle had been.

As he passed the fifth floor, the nameless man's gaze swept over a guard lying in a corner—

His limbs were intact and his clothes were undamaged, but his eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated, and there was still a trace of disbelief on his face.

There were no external injuries, yet he was completely dead.

A pure and ultimate sword intent shredded all of this person's life force from afar.

Wuming did not stop walking, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the white-clad figure in front of him.

He subconsciously probed with the intent of the Heavenly Sword—but could not see through anything.

Like a deep pool of still water, its surface is calm, but its depths are unfathomable.

This girl... is definitely not simple.

Fourth floor, third floor—

During this short journey, Wuming's complexion became increasingly rosy, the cold air was completely expelled, and his breathing became completely steady.

With 30% of his power circulating freely within his body, his frozen body was awakening at an astonishing speed.

Second floor, first floor.

As the ice prison emerged from its exit, blinding light poured in, causing the three to squint.

Bu Tian took a deep breath—finally, he was out.

However, the next moment, he suddenly stopped.

The open space outside the cave entrance was packed with people, numbering at least several hundred.

The leader was dressed in a magnificent robe and wore a colorful mask, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

——Mother of Gods.

Behind her, more than ten experts with imposing auras stood in a row.

Further on, hundreds of elite disciples of the Heavenly Gate stood in formation, their swords, spears, and halberds gleaming coldly.

Their formation was impeccable, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

It's obvious—their escape route is blocked.

Wuming narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping heavily over the opposing force.

Bu Tian's expression didn't change. He gently pulled Wuming behind him and stood in front of him.

Jiang Qingge merely glanced at the scene opposite her with a slight tilt of her head before turning her gaze away with little interest.

The goddess's gaze slowly swept over the three of them through the gaps in their masks.

He glanced at Wuming first, a slight smile playing on his lips, seemingly unsurprised by the escaped prisoner.

Then his gaze fell on Bu Tian, ​​turning icy cold.

Finally, it stopped on Jiang Qingge, lingering for a moment longer.

"Ninefold Ice Hell—" The Goddess's voice echoed through the empty valley, icy and chilling.

"They can get in, but they can't get out."

Beside her stood a man dressed as an official, his eyes darting around, revealing a shrewd and calculating nature.

Upon seeing Bu Tian, ​​the priest's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed, "It's you? Bu Jingyun's son!"

The Bu family father and son once joined forces to severely injure a divine general. That battle was earth-shattering, and its lingering power still resonates in our hearts.

As he spoke, he hurriedly looked around, his expression filled with suspicion and uncertainty: "Where is Bu Jingyun?"

Bu Tian took a step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed:

"No need to look anymore, it's just the three of us."

The priest's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

He looked Bu Tian up and down, the fear in his eyes gradually disappearing, replaced by a hint of contempt.

Moreover, this kid fought his way to the bottom of the Ice Prison, engaging in fierce battles, and his true energy must have been depleted by seventy or eighty percent.

With this thought in mind, the priest felt completely at ease, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

The goddess gave a cold snort, her voice icy and piercing:

"Charge! Regardless of life or death!"

"If Indra punishes you, none of you will escape."

The priest's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he was the first to rush out.

This is a golden opportunity to impress the Mother Goddess; it must not be missed.

"Kid, blame your bad luck!"

Before the shout had even faded, his figure had already become a blur, and he swiftly advanced.

With his palms flying, his energy surged through the air. There were no fancy moves, but this palm strike was powerful and fierce, carrying the sound of wind and thunder with its whooshing sound.

As expected of a top master, the timing, angle, and force of this strike have reached a state of perfection.

The palm strike was like an impenetrable wall, sealing off all of Bu Tian's escape routes and aiming straight for his vital chest and abdomen.

If that palm strike landed solidly, even a person made of iron would be shattered into pieces.

Despite facing this devastating blow, Bu Tian remained unmoved, like a pine tree standing firm against the wind.

Only when the wind from his palm struck his face, whipping his disheveled hair, did he slowly raise his hand.

This palm strike may seem ordinary and unremarkable, but it actually embodies the principle of returning to simplicity and truth, subtly reflecting the profound truth of the Dao.

boom!

The two palms clasped together, producing a loud sound like a great bell, which made everyone present feel a tingling sensation in their eardrums.

The ground beneath their feet cracked instantly, with the center of their palms as the focal point, sending rubble flying into the air.

The priest's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by utter horror.

He felt a terrifying surge of energy, as vast as the sea, instantly shatter his protective aura, rushing straight in through his meridians and rampaging through his body.

His arm trembled violently at first, then the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood spurted out.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and the priest was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. His back slammed heavily onto the ground, rolling several feet and carving a deep furrow before finally coming to a stop. Blood was spilling from his mouth and nose, and his life was unknown.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of Tianmen disciples took a step back in unison—not as an order, but as an instinct.

The group of experts fell silent, their feet seemingly rooted to the spot, and not one dared to take a single step forward.

Even a grandmaster of the priestly level couldn't defeat this kid in a single move. If they rushed up, wouldn't they be throwing their lives away?

Wuming stood at the back, looking at his grand-disciple who had just been grinning and boasting.

That palm strike just now was clean and decisive, without any unnecessary moves or leakage of true energy, so clean and crisp that it was chilling.

This kid... wasn't bragging.

Bu Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping coldly across the crowd as if they were nothing but weeds.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Those few simple words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

A cold snort, like an ice bead falling onto a plate, was crisp and chilling.

The goddess took a step forward.

Her figure was graceful, her robes trailed on the ground, and her colorful face looked strangely eerie in the sunlight.

Before they even made a move, a suffocating sense of oppression spread like a tide, and even the air seemed to be frozen by this chill.

"Boy, you have reason to be proud of defeating a high priest." The goddess's voice was icy and indifferent.

"But you are no match for me."

Before she finished speaking, she lightly raised her hand, and her figure defied common sense as she slowly rose into the air, her robes fluttering in the surging energy.

"Fierce Yuan's Ultimate Technique!"

In an instant, the temperature soared.

Crimson true energy surged forth, gathering in the sky to form rolling fiery clouds.

The fiery clouds rolled, and countless blazing palm prints fell like meteors from the sky, crashing down on Bu Tian.

The palm print contained the heat of burning gold and turning iron; wherever it passed, the ground cracked, grass and trees instantly turned to ash, and white mist rose.