I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Hundreds of Tianmen disciples felt a stinging pain on their skin and were scorched by intense heat just by standing on the outer perimeter, and they all retreated.

But Bu Tian, ​​standing in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, didn't retreat but laughed.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on his lips: "That's it?"

With a stomp of his foot, the ground trembled violently, and the pebbles beneath his feet were propelled half a foot into the air by an invisible force emanating from him.

The boundless true energy within his body surged like the sea, bursting forth and transforming into an invisible, vast wave that spread in all directions.

The blazing palm print, three feet away from him, shattered as if it had struck an invisible wall of energy, the fragments of the palm print turning into countless sparks that scattered across the sky.

Boom boom boom boom!

Explosions continued, flames shot into the sky, and shockwaves rolled.

A heatwave swept across the entire open space, and some of the Tianmen disciples who were standing nearby were knocked over by the blast.

No matter how fierce the fire was, the area within three feet of Bu Tian remained calm, and not even the hem of his clothes moved.

The goddess's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart pounded wildly.

The Fierce Yuan Absolute Hand is incredibly powerful; even a divine general wouldn't dare to directly confront it with his World-Destroying Demon Body. Yet this kid blocked it with ease.

"I do not believe you are without any flaws!" the Goddess shouted, changing her tactics with lightning speed.

With a flick of his fingers, the fiery clouds scattered instantly, replaced by dazzling golden rays of light.

"Phantom Sun Divine Finger!"

shhhhhh!

A golden light pierced the sky, accompanied by a sharp, mournful whistle.

This was no ordinary finger force, but a highly condensed pure yang energy. The golden light was as fine as a hair, yet incredibly sharp, enough to pierce through the void.

A hundred golden rays wove a net of death, blocking all of Bu Tian's escape routes.

Wherever it passed, sand, stones, and steam vanished in an instant.

Bu Tian snorted coldly and stopped defending.

He suddenly thrust out his right palm, his five fingers forming a claw, and lightning crackling in his palm.

"Endless Thunder!"

Click!

Blinding lightning exploded in his palm, transforming into a giant hand of lightning that fiercely grabbed at the golden light filling the sky.

Zi la la!

The sickening scraping sound echoed throughout the venue.

The supposedly indestructible Illusionary Sun Finger Force was easily crushed in the palm of the giant lightning hand, as if picking up trash.

Bu Tian gave a low shout, and the giant hand of lightning suddenly closed.

With a deafening roar, the golden light shattered and vanished like fireflies.

The goddess was shocked, feeling a powerful counterforce strike her along with her energy flow, causing her internal energy to become instantly disordered.

Before he could suppress his churning blood and qi, a flash of lightning appeared, and Bu Tian had already closed in.

"Take my slap too."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

But when the palm strike landed, the world changed color.

The palm carried an overwhelming force, wrapped in visible ripples of energy. The air was torn apart in the path of the palm's advance, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The Goddess Mother had no choice but to use the Twelve Sacred Heart Techniques, grit her teeth, and pour all her power into her palms to take the hit head-on!

Boom!!

The deafening roar was like two mountains colliding in mid-air.

The moment their palms collided, the ground beneath their feet collapsed, creating a giant crater several dozen feet in diameter.

Dust and debris shot into the sky, and violent shockwaves swept in all directions. The Tianmen disciples standing on the outer perimeter were thrown backward in rows as if hit by a hurricane.

The goddess felt an immense force strike her, her protective aura shattered like thin paper, and her arm bones made a cracking sound as if they could not bear the weight.

Her feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and she was pushed backward by the force of the palm strike, her speed increasing rapidly—

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, staining most of the mask red.

She finally lost control of her body and flew backward, crashing into the group of disciples behind her. Several people were also thrown away, and screams filled the air.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of Tianmen disciples stood frozen in shock, some even losing their weapons without realizing it.

The experts were dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost. Even the Goddess Mother had been defeated?

Bu Tian stood with his palms closed, his expression indifferent.

Wuming stood in the distance, silent for a long time.

He suddenly realized that what that kid had said earlier in the ice prison—"The mere Emperor Shitian is no match for me"—was all too true.

Perhaps it's not just bragging.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of Heavenly Gate disciples stared at the Divine Mother, who had been sent flying backward, at the rubble scattered on the ground and the huge crater, and then at the young man standing with his hands behind his back, not even out of breath—

Fear poured over them like ice water, but no one dared to run.

They knew Indra's temper better than anyone else—

If he finds out that these people just watched the prisoner being rescued without daring to do anything, the consequences would be far worse than dying here.

Even if we can't win, we still have to go.

Moreover, those present were not mere foot soldiers.

A dozen or so masters, each with decades of martial arts training, each one of them having crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Even if one-on-one, he's no match for this kid—what if they all come at him together?

"Get them!!"

A commander with a fierce face roared and charged out first.

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

"kill!!"

Hundreds of Tianmen disciples charged forward with shouts, their swords, spears, and halberds raining down.

Bu Tian looked at the surging crowd and a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"court death."

He took a step forward, his palms flashing—

Overwhelming!

boom!!

The immense palm force swept out like a raging torrent. The dozen or so people at the front didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying by the force, crashing into those behind them, breaking bones and tendons in a gruesome sight.

But the people behind them were still rushing upwards.

Bu Tian charged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep.

With each strike, someone was sent flying backward.

With every kick, someone's body was broken.

His figure moved through the crowd like a ghost, and wherever he went, people and horses fell over, and screams filled the air.

However, in the midst of the chaos, several figures quietly slipped away from the main battlefield.

The three powerful experts exchanged a glance.

Instead of touching the monster Bu Tian, ​​it circled around in an arc and rushed straight behind it.

There, a figure in white leaned against a boulder, holding a sword, and remained motionless from beginning to end.

The three men had a clear target—the woman who looked the weakest.

A weak woman who has never fought is probably just a burden.

Take her hostage and force Bu Tian to back down.

The three moved with incredible speed and perfect coordination, closing in on Jiang Qingge from three directions in an instant.

The nameless man's pupils contracted.

He was standing not far away and immediately sensed the intentions of the three people.

Although 30% of his power is not much, it is more than enough to hold off three grandmasters.

He gathered his strength, ready to strike—

However, what happened the next moment left him frozen in place.

Jiang Qingge didn't even lift her eyelids.

The first expert to pounce had already cleaved three inches above her head with his blade—

"laugh."

A very faint whooshing sound.

The expert's movements suddenly stopped.

It wasn't blocked, it wasn't knocked back, it just... came to a stop.

He remained motionless, maintaining his cleaving stance.

Then, blood seeped out from his brow, throat, and chest at the same time, and his body collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away.

He died, cleanly and neatly, without even a struggle.

The second and third arrived almost simultaneously.

One thrusts a sword from the left, the other launches a sneak attack from the side.

Jiang Qingge remained motionless, and didn't even look at them.

"Heh heh."

Two soft sounds, almost simultaneously.

The two bodies paused in mid-air for a moment, and then, in an extremely bizarre way... they dispersed.

His limbs and torso were neatly sliced ​​apart by countless thin, hair-like sword energies. Due to inertia, each part of his body flew forward half a step before scattering to the ground with a "crackling" sound.

Like two disassembled building blocks.

The moment the blood splattered, Jiang Qingge finally moved—

She slightly turned her body to avoid the blood droplets that splattered onto her sword robe.

Wuming stood there dumbfounded.

His pupils contracted sharply, and only one thought remained in his mind—

No, when he tried to sense those sword energies with the intent of the Heavenly Sword, he couldn't sense anything at all.

There's no sword intent!

No, it's not that it doesn't exist, it's that he can't "see" it.

At the Heavenly Sword Realm, no sword intent in the world can escape his perception.

Whether it's a fierce and domineering sword intent, a subtle and unpredictable sword intent, or a supreme sword technique—

He can see through anything that is a "sword".

But Jiang Qingge's sword aura... he couldn't see through it.

It was as if that sword intent didn't exist at a level he could comprehend.

There is only one possibility—

This girl's swordsmanship is far superior to that of the Heavenly Sword.

Wuming looked at the white-clad woman with an indifferent expression, who seemed disgusted by the blood splattered on her robes, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Senior Jiang's disciples... are indeed not simple.

When I came to my senses, the scene before me was a complete mess.

The Tianmen disciples lay scattered on the ground, some still groaning, others already lifeless.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, rubble was scattered everywhere, and weapons lay strewn about.

The three experts who took a detour to ambush Jiang Qingge died in more bizarre ways than anyone else—

One of them lay on the ground, bleeding from three places, as if asleep. The other two... could hardly be considered corpses; they looked more like precisely cut parts.

The remaining Tianmen disciples had long lost their will to fight. Those who could run had run away, and those who couldn't were paralyzed on the ground, too exhausted to even beg for mercy.

Bu Tian withdrew his palm, shook the dust off his hands, and walked towards Wuming:

"Master, let's go. This place is not safe to stay."

Wuming nodded.

The three of them didn't linger and headed straight for the outer edge of the iceberg.

Along the way, a few reckless guards rushed up to block the road, but Bu Tian took them down with a single palm strike. Qing Ge didn't even bother to look; her sword energy swept over them, and they fell to the ground.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed; we finally emerged from the iceberg.

The blinding sunlight streamed down from the horizon, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, rushed towards them, causing the three of them to squint.

Below are sheer cliffs, and ahead lies a vast, boundless sea.

"How do I get there?" Wuming looked around but couldn't see a boat.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a clear, melodious sword cry rang in Wuming's ears.

Zheng—

A beam of white light flew out from Jiang Qingge's waist. It was pure white, with a cold gleam, and hovered steadily beneath the three people's feet.

Flying on a sword.

The nameless man's pupils contracted slightly.

He'd seen this move before.

Back in the day, Senior Jiang used this technique to wield his sword in the Outer Heavens, his sleeves fluttering in the breeze, as graceful as an immortal.

The girl's swordsmanship, from the rhythm of her internal energy output and the angle at which the sword was suspended to her natural composure, was exactly the same as Senior Jiang's.

It seems that Tian'er's senior sister has truly mastered Senior Jiang's teachings.

Bu Tian didn't stand on ceremony at all. He ran over in three steps, jumped onto the sword in a flash, and grabbed his senior sister's waist.

Jiang Qingge smiled slightly, but neither spoke nor pushed him away.