I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes—

The mysterious figure had already traversed a distance of several dozen feet and appeared in front of the Water God Ancestor!

He raised his right hand and struck out with a palm.

"puff--!"

Blood rush!

The Water God Ancestor's entire right arm was severed by this palm strike, and the crimson severed arm flew high into the air!

Immediately afterwards—

Emperor Shitian followed up with his left palm, striking the Water God Ancestor in the chest.

boom--!

The once mighty Water God Ancestor's protective aura shattered instantly, and his massive body flew backward like a tattered sack that had been casually tossed aside.

A severed, crimson arm traced a horrific arc against the blood-red sky.

Snapped!

The severed arm landed precisely on the handless one.

Wu Er subconsciously looked down—

All he could see was the severed arm in his hand, its muscles bulging and fiery red, with drops of scalding blood still dripping from the cut.

this--

This is actually the arm of the Water God Ancestor!

"ah--!!"

The Water God Ancestor, who was flying backwards in mid-air, finally let out a shrill scream.

After crashing to the ground, he rolled around in agony, clutching his severed arm, his blood instantly staining the rocks beneath his feet.

quiet!

A deathly silence.

The aquatic creatures who were just cheering and jumping for joy now stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with nothing but terror and despair.

Lost?

Their invincible ancestor—

How could he not even withstand a single move from his opponent?

In just one exchange, his arm was severed.

"Is this...is this the power of Indra?"

Wu Er held the scalding hot severed arm in his hands, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The vengeful spirit and the snow spirit, still covered in blood, had their pupils shrink and felt a chill run through their bodies as they lay amidst the ruins.

The god clutched his chest, struggling to his feet from the pile of rubble, his face deathly pale.

Dugu Ming's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Although they knew that Indra was powerful, they never imagined that he would be so powerful.

This overwhelming power is beyond description; the word "overpowered" is insufficient to describe it.

"Tsk."

A blur flashed by.

Indra had already returned to the golden sedan chair like a ghost, as if he had never left.

"Auspicious omens have arrived; the divine dragon is about to emerge."

His voice came out again in a calm tone, the impatience and murderous intent from a moment ago completely gone, replaced by a calm, detached expression as if watching a show.

"Get ready—to slay the dragon."

In the distant, dense jungle, several figures concealed their presence and silently observed everything.

"What terrifying movement technique..."

Wuming frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes:

"Indra's power—it is indeed terrifying."

Bu Jingyun, standing to the side, also had a cold expression, staring intently at the golden-topped sedan chair, his fists slightly clenched.

In that instant, even with his keen eyesight, he only caught a fleeting afterimage.

however--

Unlike the two people's shock.

Nie Feng remained calm, his eyes as still as a deep well, as if everything that had just happened was within his expectations.

Bu Tian narrowed his eyes, a rare cold glint flashing in them.

This Indra—truly unfathomable.

But this speed—still didn't scare him.

He possessed the "Boundless Divine Skill," and his cultivation had already reached a state of perfection. Facing such a powerful figure, he felt no fear whatsoever; instead, a surge of fighting spirit rose within him.

The four of them said no more, held their breath, and focused their attention on the vast lake of fire, waiting for what was about to happen.

On the shores of the lake of fire.

Despite their injuries, the Seven Dragon Slayers stepped forward in unison, each wielding their divine weapons, and stood side by side on the shore of the fiery lake.

The seven men's inner energy surged, their auras locked onto the lake surface—waiting for the divine dragon to appear so they could deliver the most fatal thunderous blow.

however.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

The lake of fire remained calm, devoid of any other creature except for the churning lava.

The time it takes for two incense sticks to burn has passed.

There was still no movement.

The group exchanged glances, a hint of doubt gradually flashing in their eyes.

The palms of his hands, gripping the weapon, were already damp with a thin layer of sweat.

"What's going on...?"

"Isn't it said that on the day of the auspicious omen, a divine dragon will surely appear?"

Time passed by, second by second.

In the blink of an eye—

Two whole hours had already passed.

The nerves that had been stretched to the limit began to relax, and some of the Tianmen masters couldn't help but yawn quietly as drowsiness crept in.

Just then—

A sliver of light suddenly appeared in the sky, which had been pitch black.

"Look—there's movement—!"

Someone shouted out in surprise.

Everyone perked up and quickly looked up.

Could it be a celestial phenomenon caused by the birth of a divine dragon?

However, the next moment——

Everyone was stunned.

The sliver of light rapidly expanded, dispelling the last vestiges of darkness in the sky and bringing the warm sunlight back to the earth.

That's not a sign of the dragon appearing.

That is--

The sun is coming out.

The solar eclipse has ended.

Inside the golden-roofed sedan chair, there was a deathly silence.

Through the gap in the sedan curtain, Indra stared blankly at the sun in the sky, which had become dazzling again, and froze on the spot.

"This...how is this possible?"

He had been planning for centuries and had deduced the outcome countless times.

From any perspective, it is certain that today is an auspicious day, and the divine dragon will surely appear.

He devoted countless efforts to this day, gathering the world's most powerful weapons and personally bringing the Seven Dragon-Slaying Warriors under his command. He even forcibly awakened the sword masters from their slumber a hundred years ago.

But now—

The solar eclipse by the celestial dog has already ended.

Where is Shenlong?

Not a single dragon scale or even a trace of a dragon could be seen!

"What exactly went wrong?!"

A storm of unprecedented upheaval surged within Indra's heart, and an unprecedented sense of absurdity welled up within him.

A name suddenly flashed through my mind—

Breaking Waves!

Could it be that Duan Lang found the dragon first and killed it?

But then he thought about it again and realized it was impossible.

The dragon was hiding deep within the lake of fire. Even if Duan Lang could break through the lava with his bare body, how could he fight the dragon in such a terrifying environment?

Moreover, only on auspicious days will the divine dragon be reduced to its weakest state due to the suppression of the laws of heaven and earth.

The dragon in normal times is one that even he is not confident he can kill alone.

No matter how strong Duan Lang is, he wouldn't be so foolish as to willingly throw his life away when Shenlong is at his peak.

Moreover, there were no signs of a large-scale battle here.

If Duan Lang had indeed arrived beforehand, given the terrifying power of the Divine Dragon, that battle would surely have been earth-shattering, a cataclysmic event that would have changed the very fabric of the land.

But apart from the damage left from the battle with the aquatic creatures, everything on the island remained the same.

Indra closed his eyes slightly and made calculations with his fingers.

After calculating and deducing repeatedly—

But they still couldn't figure out exactly where the mistake was.

This feeling was more unbearable for him than anger.

In the distant jungle.

Wuming, Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Bu Tian also looked bewildered, exchanging glances.

"That's... the end?"

Bu Tian blinked, somewhat incredulous.

The nameless man frowned, pondering for a moment:

"Could it be... that all of this was a deception by Indra?"

"scam?"

"good."

Bu Jingyun glanced coldly at the golden-topped sedan chair in the distance and spoke indifferently:

"This person is unfathomable, eccentric, and capricious."

"Perhaps he knew from the beginning that there was no dragon here, and deliberately lured people from all over the world to this place—purely for his own amusement."

Upon hearing this, all four felt a chill run down their spines.

If that's really the case—this Indra is far too...boring.

"There's one more thing."

Bu Tian suddenly spoke, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Duan Lang personally acknowledged the existence of the Divine Dragon, yet he did not appear here."

"If the dragon really exists, and Duan Lang didn't come—then it's very likely that the dragon isn't even here."

On the shores of the lake of fire.

The aquatic people, who had still held onto a sliver of hope, were now utterly devastated.

They have protected the dragon for generations, regarding it as the supreme deity.

Now, the clan is facing a crisis, the ancestor is seriously injured, and the divine dragon has yet to appear—

"Could it be...?"

"Even the dragon has abandoned us—?"

A despair deeper than death silently spread in the hearts of every Shui person.

Nothing could be more devastating than this.

Inside the golden-topped sedan chair, Indra could no longer contain the restlessness in his heart:

"I'd like to see that—"

"Where is that beast hiding?!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The sedan curtain was suddenly lifted, and a figure shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the churning lake of lava!

"boom--!"

The flames surged skyward, and lava splashed everywhere.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd—

Without slowing down at all, Indra plunged headfirst into the fiery lake, which was powerful enough to melt gold and iron!

"hiss--"

Gasps of astonishment rose and fell among the crowd.

"Body submerged in magma—is this...is this still human?"

"Indra is actually unfazed by the power of the magma—?"

Everyone felt their scalp tingle; such methods were simply unheard of.

however--

Only Indra himself knew just how terrifying the temperature beneath this fiery lake truly was.

He activated the Sacred Heart Technique with all his might, transforming his millennia-old icy true energy into a protective ice crystal shield tens of feet long, keeping out the scorching heat that felt like burning the heavens and boiling the seas.

But this lava lake is bottomless.

The deeper you dive, the higher the temperature becomes.

A thousand feet...

Two thousand feet...

Three thousand feet...

The once indestructible protective ice crystals began to melt and thin at a visible rate.

"Damn it—what the hell is this place down there?!"

Indra cursed inwardly.

A fine layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead—

Even with his immense and powerful abilities, he was beginning to feel the strain.

What drove him even more insane was—

He had already descended thousands of feet.

Apart from the thick, red lava all around, there was not a trace of the dragon.

Empty!

"no……"

"Diving any further—could be life-threatening."

Feeling the protective ice crystals about to shatter completely, Di Shitian felt a thousand regrets—

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and gave up.

"Splash—!"

The lake of fire exploded.

A figure, enveloped in a cloud of lava, shot into the sky and instantly disappeared into the golden-roofed sedan chair.