I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The world returned to a deathly silence.

All eyes were focused on the golden-topped sedan chair, holding their breath and waiting for the man inside to deliver his verdict.

Is the dragon down there or not?

a long time.

"go back."

A detached voice came from inside the sedan chair, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

After a moment of silence, Dugu Ming gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and whispered:

"Indra...may I ask about the matter of the divine dragon, what should be done next?"

He followed Indra all the way here, for the sake of the legendary Dragon Essence.

Devouring the Dragon Essence would grant him immortality—this was Dugu Ming's lifelong pursuit.

He was truly unwilling to leave without even seeing a dragon's shadow.

Only Li Hun and Xue Ling remained indifferent.

This astonishing dragon essence was nothing compared to the other party's every smile and frown in their eyes.

A pair of sword-wielding immortals, their hearts belong only to each other—they are utterly indifferent to the most precious treasures in the world.

Indra did not explain, but simply gave a faint "humph".

In an instant—

An incredibly chilling aura swept out from the sedan chair, plunging the area within a radius of several hundred feet into an ice cave, even suppressing the surging heat waves of the fiery lake.

Dugu Ming felt his soul tremble, and instantly fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

Although Indra understood that his failed attempt to slay the dragon was due to some unknown error in his deductions—

But he considers himself the heavens, how could he allow these ants to have a say?

"Walk."

At a command.

The Tianmen army retreated like a tide, leaving behind only a scene of devastation.

Upon seeing this, the aquatic people knelt down on the banks of the fiery lake, kowtowing and weeping blood at the now calm lake surface, overwhelmed with grief.

"Lord Dragon God—have you truly abandoned us?!"

"Please, Dragon God, grant your wish—save the aquatic creatures—!!"

The mournful cries echoed for a long time on the empty mountaintop.

Those who hear it are heartbroken, and those who listen shed tears.

In the distant jungle.

A glint flashed in Bu Tian's eyes, and his true energy surged as he prepared to charge forward:

"This Indra is playing tricks—I'll go and dismantle his palanquin and get to the bottom of this!"

"Wait a minute."

An arm was placed across his front.

Bu Jingyun's expression was cold and stern as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Don't cause any more trouble."

"The dragon didn't appear, and Indra's actions are strange; he must have other plans."

"Keep a close eye on him and see what tricks he's up to."

Bu Tian glanced at his father, then swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He silently concealed his presence and disappeared back into the surrounding jungle.

Nie Feng nodded slightly, his gaze deep.

The four concealed their presence and quietly followed behind the Tianmen army.

Watching the mighty army of Tianmen depart, the Water God Ancestor, still recovering from his serious injuries, clutched the wound on his severed arm. His once aged and dignified face was now twisted and ferocious from the intense pain and deep-seated hatred.

Blood dripped from between his fingers, staining the rocks beneath his feet red.

"Ancestor..."

Several water god kings, supporting each other, surrounded him, their eyes filled with grief, indignation, and resentment.

"We can't let them just leave like this!"

The Water God Ancestor gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a crazed, cold light:

"Kill my people."

"Take off my arm—"

"This blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

"Rest assured, Ancestor!"

An old water god king suddenly stepped forward, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"As early as when they went up the mountain, we had already buried 'earth dragons' under the mountain path."

"Originally intended as a last resort for mutual destruction—now..."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Upon hearing this, the Water God Ancestor's eyes shone brightly, and he repeatedly praised it:

"Since they want to leave—then let's send them to their doom!"

"Detonate the earth dragon—!"

The old water god king suddenly waved his hand, and the resolute look in his eyes turned into a tragic grandeur:

"Yes—! We'll perish together—we'll stop at nothing—!"

On the mountain path.

The army at Tianmen is winding its way down.

Emperor Shitian's golden-topped sedan chair traveled in the very center, surrounded by countless experts.

The mountain path is narrow, with steep cliffs and jagged rocks on both sides. It is winding and can only accommodate a few people walking side by side.

The Seven Dragon Slayers stood on either side, each with a different expression.

Although he was filled with doubts about why he had come up empty-handed today, he was deterred by the unfathomable power of Emperor Shitian.

No one dared to utter a single word.

Huai Kong walked in the middle of the procession, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the golden-topped sedan chair ahead, silently calculating in his mind:

Today's dragon-slaying attempt failed, and with Indra acting so mysteriously, the warning on the note Luo Xian handed over earlier will likely come true soon.

Thinking of this, Huai Kong silently took half a step closer to Luo Xian, condensing his true energy into a barely audible whisper:

"Stay close to me, don't stray even a step."

"If anything happens, I'll take you with me."

Luo Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't turn around, but simply nodded lightly without leaving a trace.

A sudden change has occurred!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire ground beneath our feet suddenly trembled violently!

It was as if an ancient behemoth that had been sleeping for millions of years was now rising up from the depths of the earth.

Immediately afterwards—

The deafening explosion resounded through the sky!

"What's going on?!"

"The earth is shaking—!"

The exclamation hadn't even faded.

Countless crimson flames erupted from the cracks in the rocks on both sides of the mountain path, along with gravel and soil, instantly engulfing the entire path!

This is not an earthquake at all.

This is--

Countless explosives buried underground were detonated simultaneously!

Bang! Bang! Bang—!

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The Tianmen disciples, whose martial arts skills were slightly weaker, were the first to be hit and were instantly blown away by the terrifying shockwave.

Some were blown to pieces on the spot.

Limbs and severed arms flew everywhere, and blood stained the entire mountain path red almost instantly.

"Oh no—an ambush!"

"Run—run fast—!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Amidst this devastating series of explosions, several powerful auras soared into the sky, forcefully breaking free from the sea of ​​fire!

"A mere trifle!"

The god roared angrily, and his body surged with red light!

The Demonic Body of Annihilation was pushed to its limit, and the crimson true energy formed a thick blood-red light shield on his body, deflecting all the rubble and fire waves that came from all directions!

Even so, faced with this overwhelming and pervasive bombardment of gunpowder, he dared not be the slightest bit overconfident—

His figure flashed repeatedly, like a crimson lightning bolt, rapidly darting through the gaps in the explosions and narrowly avoiding the core impact zone.

With his unparalleled lightness skill, Dugu Ming nimbly flipped and dodged between explosions, narrowly escaping the core area.

He was still thrown back several steps by the aftershock, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The vengeful spirit and the snow spirit reacted extremely quickly.

The two crossed their swords immediately after the explosion, using the sword energy of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie to weave a protective sword net.

While blocking the oncoming debris and flames, he darted forward, desperately trying to break through to the edge of the explosion.

However, they were already seriously injured and their blood and qi were churning from the long run, making their faces as pale as paper.

And at the very center of the explosion was Indra.

"boom--!"

The golden-roofed sedan chair was instantly engulfed by flames and exploded into fragments.

However, amidst the raging flames—

A figure suddenly appeared like a ghost!

His movements were unpredictable and elusive; he strolled leisurely among the densely packed explosion points, remaining completely untouched by a single leaf.

They slowly drifted towards the crack in the explosion, without even getting a speck of char on their clothes.

"careful--!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Huai Kong saw a huge rock hurtling towards Luo Xian. Without thinking, he grabbed Luo Xian's slender waist and shielded her in front of him.

Hold on tight!

His figure moved like a roc spreading its wings, weaving and darting through the gaps in the explosion, each step precisely landing in a small area untouched by the flames.

A piece of gravel grazed his shoulder, tearing a gash in his robe and drawing blood—but he didn't even flinch.

Luo Xian was held tightly in his arms, and her hands involuntarily gripped the front of his shirt.

The wind howled and explosions were deafening; scorching heat and flying debris filled the air.

But her gaze was fixed firmly on Huai Kong's resolute profile, illuminated by the firelight.

My heartbeat has become incredibly fast, I don't know when it started.

It's not because of fear.

At this moment, her feelings for this man were stronger than ever before.

But she didn't say anything.

She simply buried her face quietly in Huai Kong's shoulder, her fingertips gripping his clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

Huai Mie, Huang Ying, Jian Chen, and the others also used their movement techniques to break through the explosion. Although they were in a sorry state, they were not seriously injured.

The mountaintop in the distance.

Standing on a high place, Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, Bu Tian, ​​and Wuming looked at the mountain path where flames were shooting into the sky and couldn't help but gasp.

"What ruthless aquatic creatures—" Bu Tian exclaimed in astonishment.

"Are they going to blow up the whole island?"

"The aquatic people have lived here for generations and know the terrain like the back of their hand," Wuming said in a deep voice.

"It seems they were prepared."

"This move—is about preferring to die a glorious death rather than live a shameful life."

Nie Feng looked at the Tianmen disciples who were falling and wailing in the flames, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

But in the end—he didn't make a move.

Although the explosion was violent, he saw it clearly:

For a master of Indra's caliber, this level of ambush is not fatal at all.

really--

Moments later, the explosions gradually subsided.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The once smooth mountain road has been blasted into a mess, with charred corpses and overturned rocks everywhere.

The golden-roofed sedan chair has long since turned to ashes.

But Indra remained standing proudly on the spot.

Enveloped in a thick layer of mysterious ice, it was indistinct, resembling an ice sculpture, exuding a chilling aura.

And behind him—

Four tall figures stood there silently.

Those were four... things that emerged from the wreckage of the mysterious carriage, which had been blasted apart by the explosion.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and their bodies reeked of a nauseating stench of blood—like ancient, ferocious beasts ready to devour their prey.

No one knew what they were, and no one dared to look at them for long.

All that is known is that these four monsters are a trump card that Indra hid in the mysterious carriage—a card he had never told anyone.