I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A deathly silence.

The general who had been eagerly waiting to take advantage of the chaos suddenly felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, abruptly stopping him in his tracks.

Even a martial arts fanatic like Huang Ying, who unleashed his full power with a peak-level sword strike, was sent flying by a single palm strike—he even lost his weapon…

This Bu Tian—he's simply a monster.

"Hmph... Since he's looking for Emperor Shitian, why should I go and throw my life away?"

The general's eyes flickered, and he silently retreated to the side, daring not to make the slightest move.

Even someone as arrogant as him, the "God of War of Tianmen," had learned to tuck his tail between his legs in front of Bu Tian.

On the other side, the screams gradually subsided.

Under the combined attack of the two peerless masters, Nameless and Bu Jingyun, and with the frenzied counterattack of the Water Tribe, all the surviving Tianmen masters have been killed.

Blood stained the entire mountain path, and charred corpses piled up all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Nie Feng's movements were graceful, and his Wind God Legs were as fast as lightning.

Four incredibly strong, ancient beast-like monsters couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes before he kicked their throats, shattering them one by one. They collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and died.

In just a short while.

Aside from the divine generals who quietly retreated to the side, and Huai Kong, Dugu Ming, Jian Chen, and others who hadn't yet made a move—

On the side of the Heavenly Gate, only Indra remains!

Fengyun, Wuming, Butian, and the surviving aquatic experts formed an encirclement—

It tightly surrounded that ice sculpture-like figure in the very center.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

The aquatic people gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes blazing with fury—

Their people, their homeland, even the arm of their ancestor—all these blood debts must be settled at this moment!

Despite being surrounded by the crowd, Indra showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, it let out a strange, grating laugh.

"Great, excellent."

The cold voice echoed above the mountaintop, carrying an air of detached composure.

"Several martial arts legends have arrived—finally, this show of mine will be somewhat interesting."

His eyes, hidden deep within the thick, dark ice, swept over Bu Tian indifferently, as if he were sizing up a slightly stronger grasshopper.

"Kid, even though you just fought off a few good-for-nothings—"

"But in my eyes, you are still not worth mentioning."

"That's true—"

Indra's gaze shifted slightly:

"Those people behind you—they do pique my interest somewhat."

The words fell.

A sudden chill emanated from his body, sweeping out like a raging sea, causing the surrounding air to buzz.

"It has been a long time—no one has dared to provoke me."

"Let's all come at once."

Arrogance and domineering nature—this is the absolute self-confidence that runs deep in Indra's bones.

"Old scoundrel."

Instead of getting angry, Bu Tian sneered, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

"Today I'll show you what it truly means for the younger generation to surpass the older!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He was about to teach this arrogant and ignorant Indra a lesson—

A figure in cyan suddenly stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

Nie Feng remained calm, his robes fluttering even without wind, and an aura of serene yet unwavering determination emanated from him.

"Tian'er, let me do it."

Bu Tian was taken aback, then his face lit up with displeasure: "Uncle Feng, what are you doing! I was about to beat him up, why are you stealing my kill!"

Nie Feng didn't turn around, he just waved his hand gently.

Although Bu Tian was extremely unwilling, he could only grit his teeth and step aside.

After all, this is Nie Feng, his father's closest junior sister.

Wu Er, Dugu Ming, Huai Kong, and the others in the distance widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Nie Feng...has he gone mad?"

"He wants to challenge Indra alone?!"

"He's got a death wish—!"

Emperor Shitian stood proudly atop a blasted boulder, his body surrounded by flowing ice, like a god looking down upon the mortal world.

The eyes hidden deep within the ice, carrying a hint of mockery and disdain, fell upon Nie Feng.

"I have always cherished talent."

"I understand how difficult your spiritual practice has been—"

"I'll give you three moves."

"I will not retaliate within three moves."

"If you can shake my resolve even slightly—then you win."

Arrogance, extreme arrogance.

however--

Despite such humiliation, Nie Feng's expression remained calm and composed.

His eyes had now turned completely crimson.

Like two burning demonic flames, they silently devoured all the light around them.

His figure vanished suddenly!

Like a black lightning bolt, it instantly closed to within three feet of Di Shitian!

"Torrential rain and fierce winds—!"

A barrage of leg shadows rained down like a storm, their force as fierce as a whirlwind, aiming straight for the vital points all over Emperor Shitian's body!

Each kick was imbued with the demonic energy that Nie Feng had unleashed with all his might, carrying a terrifying leg force capable of shattering rocks and splitting gold!

But these countless leg shadows crashed onto the humanoid ice sculpture—

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like an ant trying to shake a tree, the ice remained completely still.

Each heavy kick sent up a shower of ice shards, but left not a single crack!

The force of the recoil made Nie Feng's legs feel slightly numb.

The overflowing leg force shattered the ground within a hundred feet—rocks flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky!

The mountain path beneath our feet cracked and collapsed amidst the terrifying aftershocks, as if the entire ground had been violently overturned by an invisible giant hand!

far away.

The gods and the others only felt a blur before their eyes—

The sky was filled with black afterimages, making it impossible to see how Nie Feng made his moves!

Only the shockwaves from each impact reminded them how terrifying this battle was.

Huai Kong instinctively shielded Luo Xian, using his own body to block the sweeping demonic energy and cold current.

Meanwhile, Bu Jingyun, Wuming, and Bu Tian kept their eyes fixed on the battle.

They could see it clearly.

"Every kick Uncle Feng took was bounced back by the Xuanbing ice..." Bu Tian frowned.

"Emperor Shitian didn't move at all; he relied solely on the Xuanbing (mysterious ice) to defend himself."

Wuming didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

Deep within the mysterious ice, Di Shitian didn't even lift his eyelids.

"One move."

Nie Feng was thrown back by the recoil, flipped in mid-air to steady himself, and charged in again the moment he landed!

"The divine wind howls—!!"

He roared to the sky, and the demonic energy and wind power within his body went berserk at the same time!

He transformed into a furious wind god, his legs pounding wildly against the ice!

Each kick contained a devastatingly powerful force, and the raging gale exploded outwards in all directions from the point of impact!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!

The ground shattered inch by inch under the terrifying aftershock of the leg strike, and hundreds of feet of boulders were swept up by the gale and flew everywhere!

Even the onlookers in the distance were forced to retreat repeatedly by this extremely violent shockwave!

Even with such an extremely frenzied offensive, Indra remained unmoved.

"Second move."

The voice of Indra emanated from the ice, indifferent as a god.

Nie Feng was thrown back again, his legs trembling slightly.

But the demonic intent in his crimson eyes did not diminish; instead, it burned even more intensely!

Since our own strength is insufficient—we will borrow the power of heaven and earth!

"The divine wind stirs—stirring up the winds and clouds—!!"

Nie Feng roared to the sky, then stomped his feet hard on the ground—

The force of that single kick directly stirred up the wind and clouds above!

In an instant, the sky changed color!

Drawn by an irresistible force, dark clouds gathered wildly, accompanied by howling winds and flashing lightning.

Nie Feng combined his leg strength with the power of heaven and earth, transforming it into a terrifying giant leg that was wrapped in the wind and clouds of heaven, and it descended from the sky!

This kick stirred up no longer just the wind of fists and feet, but the true power of heaven and earth!

The giant leg slammed heavily onto Di Shitian's humanoid Xuanbing!

Rumble, rumble—!!

The entire island trembled violently from this attack!

Centered on the point of impact, the ground collapsed layer by layer like tofu.

The first layer shattered, the second layer collapsed, and the third layer was blasted into a huge crater several meters deep!

The terrifying shockwave blew away all the rocks and trees within a radius of hundreds of feet, and rubble rained down everywhere!

Snap!

A crisp cracking sound pierced through the deafening roar!

"It's cracked! The ice has cracked!"

Dugu Ming cried out in surprise from afar!

Suddenly, a spiderweb-like network of cracks appeared on the surface of the ice—a truly shocking sight!

Bu Tian's eyes lit up: "Uncle Feng is awesome!"

But the next moment—

Everyone's expression froze.

The ice surface at the crack is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely intact.

It was as if the earth-shattering blow had never happened.

"The three moves are over."

Deep within the mysterious ice, Di Shitian's voice finally carried a hint of amusement.

"Not bad—you are the first to make cracks appear in my Xuanbing."

"pity--"

That's all.

Dead silence.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The divine general, Dugu Ming, and the others looked at the huge crater that had collapsed several feet deep, and then at the Xuanbing Giant that was suspended in the center of the crater, perfectly intact. They felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Nie Feng's terrifying attack, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, failed... even to break through the defenses?!

"A miracle..." The god swallowed hard, his voice filled with fervor and deep awe.

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

Dugu Ming gritted his teeth, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Even Nie Feng's Heavenly Might attack after he became possessed by demons couldn't hurt him. If I went up there, wouldn't I not even be qualified to be cannon fodder?

Bu Tian stared at Di Shitian, his boundless divine power subtly emanating from his body:

"Even the hardest tortoise shell is still just a shell! I really want to go up and smash it to pieces!"

Wuming narrowed his eyes: "This kind of defense is beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts."

In the center of the deep pit.

Di Shitian looked down at Nie Feng, who was breathing heavily.

"Nie Feng, you're very good." His tone was filled with undisguised admiration.

"Your talent surpasses even that of the unknown."

"I have always valued talent. Submit to me and join the Heavenly Gate!"

The ice giant then opened its massive ice crystal arms:

"I will not only grant you a hundred years of lifespan, but I will also impart to you the complete Sacred Heart Mantra, which transcends all living beings. What do you say?"

His response—

Only a black afterimage tearing through space!