I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

There was a gasp and chaos on the ship.

Jian Chen and Dugu Ming drew their swords, their blades flashing in the wind and rain. But faced with such divine might, their sword light seemed so insignificant and laughable.

Even they themselves dared not act rashly.

This level of disaster is beyond the power of ordinary people to withstand.

Amidst the chaos—

Only Wu Er stood alone at the bow of the ship.

His expression was arrogant, his eyes filled with fanaticism and almost obsessive confidence.

The sea breeze tousled his hair, but he seemed completely oblivious.

"Mere wind and waves—daring to block my way?" He sneered, his gaze fixed on the towering giant ship behind him.

"Indra's divine power is unparalleled; he has long since transcended the mortal realm and attained sainthood. Can mere heavenly might possibly stop the march of heaven?"

Before the words were even finished, another unexpected event occurred!

Om-!

A terrifying aura, extremely cold and chilling, capable of freezing time and space, suddenly erupted from the giant ship behind!

Everyone turned around in shock.

On the bow of the giant ship—

A gigantic ice-man-like Dharma image, tens of feet tall, materialized out of thin air!

The ice figure was crystal clear, exuding a chilling aura. Its skin was as lifelike as a real person's, and its face was dignified, indifferent, and sacredly untouchable.

It was none other than the likeness of Indra!

"My God—! It's Indra!"

"He...he's defying the heavens—?!"

Everyone was stunned, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

Facing the terrifying tornado ahead, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, the giant ice man transformed from Indra simply raised his head slightly.

Immediately afterwards—

He let out a wild laugh that shook the heavens!

"ha--"

"Trying to stop me?"

The sound was like rolling thunder, overwhelming the wind and rain, and resounding throughout the entire sea.

"There is nothing in the sky or on the ground—"

"You can stop me!"

Even if it is—

"sky!"

boom--!

Before he could finish speaking...

The all-encompassing ice-man Dharma image suddenly raised its arms and pressed them down into the void towards the tornado storm raging across the heavens and earth!

"Sacred Heart Mantra—!"

Di Shitian's eyes blazed with divine light as he forcefully unleashed the pinnacle of the Sacred Heart Technique!

In an instant—

The world lost its color, and the universe turned upside down.

An extremely cold aura, capable of freezing time and space, spread wildly forward in a fan shape, centered on Indra.

Wherever it passed, even the gale was frozen in mid-air, and even the lightning was solidified into a crystalline bright line.

ka ka ka-

The sickening freezing sound echoed through the sky.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd—

A terrifying tornado connecting heaven and earth, along with dark clouds and towering waves—

In that very short instant—

Completely frozen!

It has transformed into a magnificent, crystal-clear ice sculpture that stretches from the sky to the earth!

The phantom of the dragon hovering in the center of the storm was frozen in place, its scales, claws, and glaring eyes clearly visible, like a masterpiece of art.

Indra gave a low shout.

Boom!

The colossal ice sculpture, capable of eclipsing all the mountains in the world, shattered instantly, turning into countless ice crystals that scattered in all directions.

It was like a magnificent meteor shower.

The clouds dispersed and the fog lifted, revealing a vast expanse of sea and sky.

The sea, which had been raging and about to engulf the entire fleet, returned to calm.

The sea breeze softened, the waves subsided, and even the suffocating feeling that had been pressing down on people just moments before vanished without a trace.

Only the ice crystals scattered from the sky shimmered with a dreamlike luster under the rising sun—

It silently recounts the astonishing scene that had just unfolded.

The towering, icy figure slowly dissipated in the golden light of the rising sun, transforming into countless tiny ice crystals that drifted and scattered onto the sea.

Emperor Shitian quietly finished his work and returned to the cabin without leaving a sound.

Dead silence.

The entire fleet fell into a deathly silence.

The sea breeze seemed to hold its breath, with only the crisp sound of ice shards crashing onto the sea surface—ding, ding, ding—one after another, making one's heart tremble.

"thump--!"

The judge was the first to collapse, his knees buckling as he knelt heavily on the deck.

Immediately afterwards—

It was like toppling the first domino.

The entire fleet, all the Tianmen tribesmen, knelt down in unison, a dark mass!

The dull thuds of knees hitting the deck echoed from the nearest ship to the farthest, causing the entire sea to tremble.

Wu Er raised both arms high, his eyes glazed over, and screamed hoarsely to the sky:

"Indra's divine power is unparalleled!"

"Boundless magical power—!"

May you enjoy eternal bliss and live as long as the heavens!

"Boundless magical power—!"

"Enjoy eternal blessings——!!"

Everyone went crazy and kowtowed repeatedly.

Some people banged their foreheads on the deck, their faces bleeding profusely, but they were completely oblivious, their eyes filled with only fanaticism and worship.

Faced with the absolute power to freeze a calamity with a single hand—

They have completely degenerated into believers who worship gods.

however.

Among the group of people kowtowing repeatedly, a few figures remained rooted to the spot, refusing to kneel.

Jian Chen's hand holding the Hero's Sword trembled violently, and the blade emitted a faint, almost inaudible hum in its scabbard.

He stared intently at the massive, chilling ship behind him, his eyes filled with more than just horror—

More than anything, it's a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

"This is..." he murmured to himself, his lips pale.

"The power of the Sacred Heart Mantra?"

Huang Ying remained silent.

He simply lowered his head slowly, gazing at the Swift Silence Blade at his waist—a blade that was always ready to slay the strong and was inherently bloodthirsty.

At this moment, it seemed as if its spirit had been completely suppressed by the extreme cold, the blade darkened, and it remained silent.

His knuckles had turned bluish-white from gripping so tightly.

Huai Kong, Dugu Ming, and the others also looked extremely grim.

There was no exchange between them, yet the emotions surging in their eyes were remarkably similar.

Until this moment—

This group of proud and arrogant masters finally understood one thing.

Their prized martial arts, their lifelong culmination of arduous training, were utterly defeated before Emperor Shitian—

It is nothing.

Indra is not saving them; he is killing them and destroying their spirit.

With the might of heaven and earth, crush the pride of each of them, crush the Dao heart of each of them.

Make them completely give up any thought of betrayal or regret.

Amidst deafening cheers, the fleet slowly adjusted its course and continued its journey through the waves.

Several hours later.

On the vast sea, a dark silhouette gradually emerged.

As the fleet drew closer, the silhouette became clearer—it was a solitary island.

"Look! There's an island up ahead—!"

A sharp-eyed member of the gang stood at the top of the mast, pointed ahead, and shouted.

Before the words were finished—

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

Without warning, a series of explosive noises suddenly erupted from the bottom of the first few ships in the fleet!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and flames shot into the sky.

The sturdy hull, as fragile as paper, shattered instantly upon impact from some terrifying underwater force.

The sounds of ship planks cracking, the roar of seawater rushing in, and the screams of the crowd intertwined to create a scene of hell on earth.

The dozens of people on the boat didn't even have time to utter a complete scream before they fell into the churning sea along with the broken planks.

"What's going on—!"

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack—!"

The ships behind immediately erupted into chaos.

Everyone drew their weapons, staring intently at the rapidly spreading crimson stain on the sea.

The once orderly fleet was instantly thrown into panic.

Splash!

Water splashed everywhere.

Countless hideous black shadows burst forth from underwater!

By the time everyone on deck could clearly see what these dark figures were—

Even these seasoned martial arts heroes couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

A giant, strange fish.

Each one was over three zhang long, its entire body covered with black scales as hard as iron, the scales reflecting a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Their mouths were filled with jagged fangs that gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and their eyes were blood red, making them seem unlike any other creatures of this world.

They swarmed in groups, tearing at the drowning gang members like madmen.

Even more frightening is-

They began ramming the remaining ships one after another, causing the planks to crack and creak, and several large ships teetered on the verge of capsizing.

"A giant piranha—!"

"It's a giant piranha—!"

Some people screamed in terror, their voices trembling.

But these strange fish came quickly and left quickly.

After tearing apart three warships and swallowing dozens of lives, they seemed to receive some silent command, and in unison turned around and swam in formation towards the distant island.

Everything was in perfect order, and everyone moved in unison.

And on the back of the largest, strange fish leading the pack—there was a person riding on it.

He was agile and had dark skin. Several patterns of seashells and scales could be vaguely seen on his bare back. He held a strange double-pronged water-splitting dagger. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the giant fish under his crotch, as if they were a perfect match.

Amidst the surging waves, he slowly turned his head and gave the fleet a cold glance.

In a glance—

It was full of provocation and disdain.

Immediately, the man and the fish vanished into the vast waves.

It's as if it never existed.

The deepest part of the giant ship was dark.

Indra sat on his ice throne, enveloped in a thin layer of cold mist, listening to the divine judgment's report through layers of heavy curtains.

"I hereby address Indra—"

The judge knelt on one knee, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Our ships were attacked by unidentified aquatic creatures in the waters ahead, which destroyed three of our warships and killed or wounded dozens of our brothers."

He paused, swallowed, and continued:

"When the strange fish retreated, I saw with my own eyes that a person was riding on the back of the largest fish, as if he were the leader controlling the group of fish."

There was a moment of silence behind the curtain.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of Indra came.

Unable to discern joy or anger, yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of amusement.

"Unbelievable."

"They, as legend has it, do indeed exist."

"Moreover—it came faster than I expected, and its actions were more ruthless than I anticipated."

The divine judge was taken aback, and subconsciously looked up: "Indra, these people... are they here to slay the dragon?"

"good."

Indra slowly stood up.

A chill ran through the air, and the temperature inside the cabin dropped even further.

The judge knelt on the ground, feeling a chill seeping from even the cracks in his bones.