I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

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Flesh and blood are reconstituted, and bones and blood are rewritten.

The originally fiery red Qilin blood began to change color little by little after merging with the essence of the dragon, turning from crimson to dark gold, and then from dark gold to—an extremely noble purple-gold.

Every drop of blood is as heavy as lead and mercury, containing earth-shattering power.

Each bone is as lustrous as jade, engraved with the patterns of martial arts.

Beneath the skin, where the purplish-gold blood flowed, a layer of fine, dragon-scale-like golden patterns faintly appeared on the skin, only to disappear perfectly in the next moment, leaving no trace.

This is no longer a mortal body of flesh and blood.

It is not simply a Qilin body or a divine dragon body.

Rather, it is a combination of the strengths of two auspicious beasts, created by the very essence of heaven and earth—

An immortal and indestructible body.

a long time.

The strange phenomenon dissipated, and the golden light receded.

Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes.

Om-!

Electricity arises from the void.

Two beams of purple-gold divine light shot out from his eyes, cold as swords, piercing the night sky.

The few stars that were touched by the light instantly dimmed.

He slowly got up.

A series of thunderous cracking sounds emanated from his bones, one after another, lasting for a full seven or eight seconds before finally subsiding.

Raise your hand, clench your fist, and slightly tighten your knuckles.

A terrifying power, seemingly capable of easily shattering the void with a single punch, slowly receded in his palm.

Jiang Chen looked down at his palm.

A satisfied smile slowly curved the corners of his lips.

"Dragon essence plus Qilin blood—" He chuckled softly.

"I am invincible!"

Several days later, on the vast ocean.

A massive fleet is cutting through the waves, its momentum magnificent.

Several large ships, arranged in a fan shape, led the way, carrying the experts from Tianmen and the "Seven Dragon-Slaying Warriors" who had gathered for this event.

Jian Chen wielding the Hero's Sword, Huang Ying gripping the Silent Blade, Huai Kong burdened with the sins of Heaven, Huai Mie wielding the Tai'a, and Dugu Ming with the Peerless Sword at his waist.

And the vengeful spirit and the snow spirit, who were already famous throughout the martial arts world a hundred years ago and have now been forcibly awakened—

The two men each held a pair of divine swords, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

Furthermore, a host of top experts from the Heavenly Gate, including divine generals and divine judges, accompanied him.

This lineup is enough to sweep across the entire martial arts world.

And at the very back of the convoy—

A majestic, colossal warship, like a sea fortress, slowly made its way to the rear.

The giant ship was eerily silent.

There wasn't a single sailor or guard in sight, not even a soul on the deck.

Only in the deep, dark depths of the ship's cabins did a chilling aura emanate, slowly seeping along the walls and freezing the seawater around the ship with a thin layer of frost.

Indra did not appear.

He sat upright in the deepest part of the cabin, his body enveloped in thick, millennia-old ice, like a god frozen for thousands of years.

He is mysterious and unpredictable; outsiders have no way of seeing his true face, and even whether he is still alive at this moment remains a mystery.

The first ship at the very front.

Dugu Ming and Jian Chen stood side by side, gazing at the vast, misty sea in the distance.

The sea breeze howled, whipping up thousands of piles of snow foam.

Their robes fluttered in the wind, and their hair danced wildly in the breeze.

Jian Chen withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Dugu Ming beside him, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Dugu," he said slowly.

"You've always been arrogant and disdainful of others, so why are you willing to obey Indra and risk your life for him?"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Ming did not answer immediately.

He raised his hand, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp of strong liquor from the gourd at his waist. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his gaze fell on the giant ship behind him, which exuded a chilling aura.

"Sell your life?"

He gave a cold laugh and shook his head.

"In my entire life, I, Dugu Ming, have never risked my life for anyone."

"Emperor Shitian possesses the Sacred Heart Technique, which allows him to see through life and death and is unparalleled throughout history. No one in the entire martial arts world can surpass him in this skill."

"What's even more remarkable is that his insight and strategy far surpass those of ordinary people—profound and unfathomable."

"These two things alone are enough for me to go with him."

At this point, Dugu Ming turned his head to look at Jian Chen, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"not to mention--"

"By following him, I am simply taking another step towards my own goal."

The conversation turned.

Dugu Ming stared intently back at Jian Chen:

"But it's you."

"Brother Jianchen, you are the successor of the Hero Sword, and you have always championed justice and helped those in distress."

"How could you possibly be willing to commit such a heinous crime as slaying a dragon?"

Jian Chen remained silent.

He instinctively gripped the hero's sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The cool touch from the sword hilt sent a pang of pain through his heart.

He couldn't answer, nor did he want to.

But deep down in his heart—

The desire for unparalleled martial arts skills grew wildly and uncontrollably, like a poisonous weed.

Indra once tempted him with the Sacred Heart Technique, promising to pass on this supreme divine skill after the dragon-slaying was accomplished.

Whenever I think of this—

Whenever I think of Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, two people who were once his equals, now renowned throughout the martial arts world, their fame resounding across the land—

Jian Chen felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart, and a deep sense of jealousy and determination flashed involuntarily in his eyes.

The power of the wind and clouds is as formidable as an insurmountable barrier.

If he doesn't seize this opportunity to catch up, he'll likely be dependent on others for the rest of his life and never have a chance to rise above his circumstances.

For a divine skill—

He would not hesitate to fall into the deepest hell.

Jian Chen raised his eyes and looked at Dugu Ming beside him again.

Looking at this man who was once arrogant and domineering but now willingly bowed his head, he felt a mix of emotions and even a sense of absurd sympathy for his plight.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

The sea breeze swept across the deck, carrying away all the unspoken thoughts.

On another large ship.

The candlelight inside the cabin cast a dim, yellowish glow, making the walls appear shadowy.

Huai Kong sat by the window with a melancholy expression, gazing at the surging waves outside, holding a glass of wine that had long since gone cold, without taking a single sip.

His brows were furrowed, and he seemed preoccupied with something on his mind.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open.

Wu Er walked in and, seeing Huai Kong's distraught appearance, asked softly:

"Huai Kong, are you still worried about Bai Ling?"

Huai Kong turned around abruptly, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.

"Wu Er! Is there any news about Bai Ling?"

Wu Er opened his mouth, but in the end he slowly shook his head, his expression somber.

"Sorry... Huai Kong, not yet."

The spark of hope was extinguished in an instant.

Huai Kong slumped back into his chair, let out a long sigh, and buried his face in his hands.

"Bai Ling..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Where did you go?"

Seeing his pained expression, Wu Er felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She opened her mouth several times to offer some words of comfort, but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

He quietly left the room and gently closed the door behind him.

into the night.

The moonlight was dim and the sea breeze was getting colder.

Huai Kong tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The moment I close my eyes, all I see in my mind is Bai Ling's image—

Her laughter, her anger, and her silhouette disappearing into the dust.

"Squeak—"

The door was gently pushed open.

A graceful figure walked in carrying a tray.

The candlelight flickered in the wind outside the door, illuminating a beautiful and refined face.

It's Luo Xian!!

"It's so late, aren't you asleep yet?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she didn't want to disturb the night.

Huai Kong gave a bitter laugh and propped himself up to sit up:

"I...can't sleep."

Luo Xian placed the tray on the table, poured him a glass of wine, and said softly:

"Since I can't sleep, I might as well have a little wine. Maybe it will help me fall asleep faster."

Huai Kong felt a warmth in his heart, reached out to pick up the wine glass, and was about to drink it down—

Suddenly, my fingertips noticed something unusual at the bottom of the cup.

A slight stirring ran through my heart.

Without making a sound, he flipped the wine glass over and, using his body as cover, pulled out a small, exquisitely folded piece of paper from under the glass.

He unfolded it quickly.

Above, written in cinnabar, was a line of startling small characters—

[When Indra's plan succeeds, he will discard the bow after the birds are gone; be cautious in all things, and remember this well.]

Huai Kong's pupils contracted sharply, and his breath stopped for a moment.

He suddenly looked up and saw Luo Xian's back as she tidied up the tray.

As if sensing something, Luo Xian slowly turned around and gave him a gentle smile.

The cool gentleness in his eyes was no longer there, but rather a hint of deeper meaning and an undisguised concern.

"Brother Huai—" Her tone remained gentle.

"It's late, get some rest and recharge your energy."

After saying that, she picked up the empty tray, turned around, and left.

The door closed gently.

Only the flickering candlelight remained in the room, along with a heart whose world had been turned upside down by a tiny note.

As the night deepened, the sea breeze grew stronger.

The once calm sea was now churning and surging like boiling water on a stove.

A chilling sense of oppression hung over the entire fleet, so heavy it was hard to breathe.

The sailors on the ship were all pale-faced and unsteady on their feet. Even the most experienced captain's hand on the rudder began to tremble slightly.

Until a sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon—

A sudden change has occurred!

Splash!

On the sea surface, countless giant whales and ferocious sharks rushed out of the water.

They are not there to hunt, nor to breathe—

Instead, they all fled frantically in the opposite direction of the fleet's sailing, their fins slapping the water's surface and splashing up waves everywhere.

The whale let out a mournful cry that was almost a wail, and the shark's eyes were filled with deep-seated fear.

Ahead of them—there must be some terrifying being that makes their very souls tremble.

"Look! Ahead! There's something ahead—!"

On the deck, someone pointed to the sea ahead, so shocked that he could barely speak.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing—

Dark clouds loomed overhead, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

A terrifying tornado, stretching from the sky to the earth, roared and raged like an ancient behemoth, violently churning the sea surface for dozens of miles around and whipping up towering waves.

Even more horrifying is—

At the very heart of the storm, a colossal phantom of a divine dragon could be faintly seen circling and roaring, its scales menacing and radiating a majestic divine might!

"Divine punishment—!"

Someone suddenly knelt on the deck, pale-faced and screaming hoarsely.

"This is divine punishment—!"

The wind howled and the waves surged.

Several once impregnable warships were rendered as fragile as withered leaves in the face of the might of heaven and earth.

The towering wave, carried by the tornado, swept away the sea surface and teetered precariously in mid-air, as if it would be torn to shreds at any moment.