I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"court death--."

Indra showed no anger, no emotion—only a nonchalant killing intent, as if crushing an ant.

"These aquatic ants—"

"It does add a bit of fun for me."

"kill."

"Not a single chicken or dog will be spared."

With a single command from Indra.

The surviving experts of Tianmen, their eyes bloodshot, roared and split into two groups, sweeping towards the remnants of the Shui tribe on the mountaintop and the Shui tribe village at the foot of the mountain.

The four orcs behind them also erupted at the same time!

Four figures pounced in all directions like mad dogs, shattering boulders and destroying vegetation in their wake.

Any living thing that stood in their way was torn to pieces.

However, the seven dragon-slaying masters beside Indra did not make a move.

They merely watched coldly, seemingly disdainful of participating in such a massacre.

What's even more chilling is—

Beside Indra, a burly figure stood silently from beginning to end.

It was none other than Huai Mie.

At this moment, however, his eyes remained empty and lifeless, like a soulless puppet, indifferent to the explosions and carnage around him.

Huai Kong, who was in the distance, couldn't help but look towards his older brother's side once again.

The unease in my heart is heavier than ever before.

"Let's do it."

From the distant jungle, Bu Jingyun let out a low shout.

Four figures, like eagles swooping down on rabbits, instantly plunged into the battlefield—no longer hiding!

Bu Jingyun was the first to charge out, his Cloud-Dispelling Palm unleashing a torrent of wind that sent several Tianmen experts flying back several feet with a single strike!

Wuming followed closely behind, bringing his two fingers together to form a sword – the sword energy at his fingertips was incomparably sharp, and wherever it passed, the weapons of the Tianmen disciples flew out of their hands.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, instantly stopped the group of Tianmen experts who were rushing towards the remnants of the aquatic tribe on the mountaintop, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

In the crowd, Jian Chen's pupils suddenly contracted—he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Master...?!

Nie Feng moved like the wind.

The Wind God Leg technique was unleashed to its fullest extent, transforming into a blur—

Instantly, four orcs appeared and held them firmly in place, preventing them from moving.

But Bu Tian's eyes were blazing with fighting spirit!

He had always wanted to test just how strong Indra really was.

"Indra—I've wanted to beat you up for a long time!"

A burst of wild laughter.

Bu Tian's figure rose from the ground—

"Overwhelming force—!"

The palm strike shot out from the sky!

The palm strike, so powerful it was suffocating, crashed down like a thousand-foot-high tidal wave, tearing the air apart where it passed, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

The pebbles beneath their feet were whipped up by the force of the palm strike and flew everywhere!

This palm strike, carrying the destructive force of a landslide and a tsunami, and accompanied by an overwhelming gale, smashed down on Di Shitian!

"Stop this nonsense—!"

Two cold shouts suddenly rang out!

Li Hun and Xue Ling moved swiftly, instantly blocking Di Shitian's path!

Although they disdained participating in the massacre of the aquatic creatures, as members of the Heavenly Gate, protecting their master was their duty.

Even though they had just been injured again in the explosion, their already severely wounded bodies were nearing their limits—

Their century-long companionship and the tacit understanding that made them stand side by side without hesitation.

The overwhelming palm force was forcefully blocked by the sword energy of the two, causing shockwaves to spread and flying rocks!

Di Shitian remained motionless, his gaze passing over Li Hun and Xue Ling's shoulders, fixed on Bu Jingyun and the others who had charged out from afar—

A hint of amusement, typical of someone who enjoys life, slowly rose in his eyes.

"Good, very good."

"Now that you're all here—I was just thinking today's show wasn't lively enough."

"Get out of here!"

A cold glint flashed in Bu Tian's eyes. He had come specifically for Di Shitian; anyone who stood in his way would die.

"Tearing through the sky and dispelling the clouds!!"

This palm strike was several times more powerful than the previous overwhelming force!

With immense force, the palm strike seemed poised to tear the very sky above them apart.

Where the palm force passed, the air exploded with a series of muffled thunderclaps, and the rubble on the ground instantly turned into dust. A visible shockwave, like a giant solid wall, crushed towards Li Hun and Xue Ling!

Both Li Hun and Xue Ling's expressions changed drastically at the same time—

The two dared not be negligent in the slightest. The sword energy of their Ganjiang and Moye swords surged, and their figures spun and intertwined. The tacit understanding condensed over a century blossomed to its fullest extent in this instant!

"The two swords combined!"

The two sword energies, one yin and one yang, one hard and one soft, converged suddenly like two dragons locked in combat, transforming into a dazzling net of sword energy that blotted out the sky—

boom--!

The palm strike and the sword energy collided violently!

In an instant.

The wind and clouds changed color, and sand and stones flew everywhere!

The surrounding pile of rocks was instantly reduced to dust by the impact of this terrifying force.

Everyone used their movement techniques to scramble to avoid the terrifying shockwave.

The sword net trembled violently under the impact of the Heavenly Palm strike, and cracks spread in all directions at a visible speed.

"puff--!"

"puff--!"

Two muffled thuds.

The combined swordsmanship that Li Hun and Xue Ling had cultivated for a hundred years and were so proud of was actually defeated by Bu Tian's single palm strike—

Like glass, it cracked inch by inch, and shattered with a crash!

Both men coughed up blood, and the blades of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie trembled violently, emitting a sharp, mournful cry.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of rocks dozens of feet away.

Li Hun braced himself with his sword, barely managing to stay upright, but Xue Ling beside him had her eyes closed and her breath was weak.

"Ling'er—!"

The vengeful spirit let out a mournful cry, its hand trembling as it reached out to check Xue Ling's breath—

Sensing a faint breath, he gritted his teeth and placed his palm on her back, using his last bit of true energy to prolong her life and heal her wounds.

One move, just one move—

This severely injured two top masters from a century ago!

Horror!

This scene left everyone around speechless.

Shenjiang, Huaikong, Duguming, and Huangying all gasped in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Especially the divine generals—

He stared intently at Bu Tian, ​​his heart churning with turmoil.

He had fought against Bu Jingyun and his son before.

Although he lost that battle.

But that was a joint attack by the father and son, a blatant display of martial ethics!

In a one-on-one fight, Bu Tian at that time was definitely no match for him!

But they haven't seen each other for a short time—

This kid has grown to such a terrifying level?!

Who is this kid, and who is teaching him?

Behind the crowd—Jian Chen, who had not yet made a move.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield and landed on a figure in a blue robe who was locked in combat with a master from the Heavenly Gate in the distance.

That was his master—the martial arts legend, Nameless.

Looking at his master's upright and righteous figure, and then at his own current predicament—

While in Tianmen, he aided and abetted the wicked, and even stole his master's Hero Sword.

An indescribable sense of shame and self-reproach suddenly welled up in my heart!

Jian Chen's hand holding the sword trembled slightly without him realizing it.

My heart is filled with mixed feelings, which are hard to express.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at his master again.

Fingers gripped the hilt of the hero's sword tightly—

The sword vibrated slightly, as if whispering its longing for its former master, or perhaps rebuking him, this unworthy disciple.

"Excellent! Such domineering palm strike—worthy of a fight!"

It was at this moment.

A roar of extreme arrogance rang out from the other side.

Huang Ying's eyes were wide open, his fighting spirit burning fiercely like a raging fire.

Bu Tian's stunning and overwhelming palm strike completely ignited the fanatical martial arts blood in his bones!

For him, nothing in the world is more exciting than encountering an opponent worthy of his full effort.

"Take my strongest strike!"

"Seven Styles of Sword Intent—Seven Emotions United as One—!"

Huang Ying gripped the Jingji Blade tightly with both hands, and his entire body burst forth with golden light!

He seemed to have transformed into an indestructible golden celestial blade.

Chaos, sorrow, pride, infatuation, stillness, coldness, anger—

Seven emotions, like seven surging rivers, surged and churned within his meridians, ultimately pouring into the blade!

The Silent Blade emitted a resounding hum that echoed through the heavens—

A dazzling golden blade aura, tens of feet long, condensed on the blade's edge, carrying an unparalleled power capable of cleaving through the sky, and slashed down towards Bu Tian!

This strike, imbued with his life's work, was the pinnacle of his swordsmanship!

"Another one sent to their death?"

Bu Tian frowned, his anger rising even higher.

He only wanted to beat up Di Shitian, so why did these fly-like guys keep coming one after another?

"How dare you ruin my good time—get lost—!!"

A loud shout.

Bu Tian didn't even glance at the astonishing golden sword energy; he simply swung his palm out again—

"A gloomy and desolate atmosphere prevails!"

Boom!

The palm strike was like a dark cloud overhead, as black as ink, carrying an aura of despair that was faint to the extreme—

It instantly collided violently with the golden blade energy!

Click—!

There is no suspense.

The golden sword energy, a culmination of Huang Ying's life's work, was actually defeated by Bu Tian's enraged palm strike—

Like glass, it shattered inch by inch, turning into golden dust that silently dissipated!

"What?!"

Huang Ying's pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind went blank.

Before I could even react—

The blade energy crushed by the palm strike did not provide any buffering effect at all. An overwhelming and terrifying force surged directly along the blade!

collapse--!

His hand instantly ripped open, and blood gushed out!

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ten fingers, traveling up my arms and straight to the top of my head—

His Jingji Blade, which he cherished as his life and had followed him throughout his life, was actually knocked out of his hand by this tremendous force!

The blade tumbled and spun in mid-air, emitting a piercing hum—

It transformed into a streak of light, tracing a tragic parabola before plummeting straight down into the vast sea below the cliff.

"puff--!"

Huang Ying was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward like a broken sack.

however--

While suspended in mid-air, he completely disregarded his extremely severe internal injuries.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the rapidly falling Jingji Blade, and a heart-wrenching roar was let out:

"My knife—!!!"

Silence—that was his fate!

As long as the knife is there, I am there; if the knife is gone, I am gone!

Without any hesitation, Huang Ying forcefully drew out a breath of true energy from his internal organs, and twisted his body in mid-air, like a crazy cannonball, rushing towards the vast sea below the cliff.

Everyone could see it—

If he had been a moment later, the Silent Blade would have fallen into the deep sea and never been found again.