I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Indra stood proudly on the spot, appearing calm and collected, as if blocking the attack was effortless for him.

But only he himself knew—

At this moment, his mind was in complete turmoil.

Where did this kid learn his martial arts skills from?!

This kind of demonic skill is definitely not something that exists in the mortal world!

Could it be... that there are reclusive masters in this world whom even I am unaware of?!

"That was...that was a terrifying stab!"

Dugu Ming swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry.

He asked himself if he were facing that blade—he probably wouldn't even have the thought of resisting, and would be instantly cleaved into ashes.

The divine general also had a solemn expression, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.

He was arrogant about his strong physical body and his invulnerability to weapons and bullets.

But facing Nie Feng's ultimate demonic blade—he had no confidence at all that he could survive.

"What's even more terrifying is—"

"Indra actually—broke through it all!"

To withstand such a devastating blow.

Only the ice shattered; the body itself was completely unharmed!

This is the power of Indra—

Just how unfathomable is it?!

Indra slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, his smile still arrogant.

"Nie Feng".

You lost.

He stood amidst the broken ice, his voice not loud, yet it clearly overwhelmed the wind and waves atop the mountain.

"You couldn't break my Xuanbing in the previous three moves."

"Even in close combat just now, you were still forced back by my palm strike."

"Even your supposedly invincible Demon Returning Blade only managed to shatter my protective Xuanbing, failing to harm my very essence."

Di Shitian raised his head and looked down at Nie Feng, his tone full of condescending indifference.

"I haven't even really made a move yet."

"What makes you think you can fight me?"

Dead silence.

At the mountaintop, the wind howled and the tides surged.

Bu Tian's face darkened, and boundless true energy surged around him as he raised his foot to step forward:

"Uncle Feng, this old turtle's shell is really hard, let me chop it up!"

But he had only taken half a step.

A voice rang out first.

"No."

Nie Feng spoke slowly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it froze Bu Tian in place.

Bu Tian was startled and turned his head sharply: "Uncle Feng?"

Nie Feng didn't look at him.

His pair of crimson demonic eyes remained fixed on Indra.

The pale white palm print on his chest was still emitting a chilling aura, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was not yet dry, but the demonic energy surging around him did not weaken in the slightest. On the contrary, it became heavier and quieter.

Like the sky pressing down to its limit before a storm.

"Those things just now—"

"That's not even my strongest move."

This statement came out.

Indra's eyes finally narrowed slightly.

Bu Jingyun, Wuming, and Bu Tian all looked up at the same time.

Dugu Ming, Jian Chen, Shen Jiang, and the others in the distance held their breath, not daring to even exhale.

The next moment—

A strange, deathly silence suddenly fell over the world.

The wind stopped.

The clouds have dispersed.

Even the churning lava in the distant lake of fire seemed to freeze at this moment.

In this suffocating silence—

Nie Feng slowly closed his eyes.

Om-! !

An indescribable, terrifying surge suddenly erupted from his body!

In the void behind him—

Endless demonic energy is gathering wildly!

Before everyone's utterly horrified eyes, in the blink of an eye, a gigantic demonic shadow, hundreds of feet tall, materialized!

The demonic shadow had three heads and six arms, a ferocious face, and was surrounded by black demonic flames, resembling a world-destroying demon god emerging from the ancient wilderness.

It exudes a terrifying pressure that makes heaven and earth tremble!

This moment—

Nie Feng is a demon god!

The Demon God is none other than Nie Feng!

Everyone in the distance, including the Divine General, Dugu Ming, Li Hun, and Xue Ling—all the arrogant experts of Tianmen—

Without exception.

They all involuntarily knelt down on one knee!

It's not that they want to kneel.

It was the terrifying pressure emanating from this demon god's avatar that wouldn't allow them to stand!

The wind on the mountaintop stopped, and the waves on the sea became calm.

Between Heaven and Earth—

It seemed as if only that one figure, hovering high behind Nie Feng, was left, poised to deliver the final blow—

The world-destroying demon god.

What is this?!

Everyone looked up and saw that the sky above was filled with surging demonic energy, obscuring the sun.

The colossal demonic shadow stood majestically in the void, with three heads and six arms, its body wreathed in black flames. Even its mere silhouette made everyone feel a tightness in their chests, as if their very souls were being gripped by an invisible hand.

Such methods are no longer considered martial arts.

It's like a god or demon descending to earth!

Nie Feng slowly raised his head.

The next instant, the demonic avatar behind him, which blotted out the sky, suddenly sank and transformed into an endless black demonic tide, which poured back wildly from all directions!

boom--!

The surging demonic energy flowed like rivers flowing into the sea, completely merging into Nie Feng's body.

His long hair suddenly flew back, and his joints cracked and popped. The already blazing and overwhelming demonic intent was compressed to the extreme at this moment, causing the void to collapse inch by inch.

At this moment, it is no longer Nie Feng who is controlling the demon god.

Instead, the demon god has completely returned to Nie Feng's body!

He stood in mid-air, his body not growing any larger, but his aura was heavier, fiercer, and purer than the previous Dharma form, like a world-destroying demon that had truly emerged from the depths of the Netherworld.

People in the distance glanced at him and had the illusion that his very soul was about to be torn apart.

Nie Feng slowly raised his leg.

The movements are not fancy; in fact, they can be described as simple.

But the moment he lifted his leg, the entire world suddenly sank, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on the sky.

The winds swept backward, demonic energy flowed back, and billions of black rays gathered wildly from his legs, instantly condensing into a pitch-black leg blade that pierced through heaven and earth!

The "movement" in "divine wind movement" lies in drawing upon the power of heaven and earth;

The "return" of the Demon Blade lies in its ability to contain all demons.

The two combined—transforming into this earth-shattering, awe-inspiring, and devastating strike!

boom--!

The demon god's leg blade crashed down with a deafening roar.

Before the blade had even truly landed, the mountain below was already being crushed inch by inch by the force of the blade, hundreds of feet of ground collapsed at the same time, the lake of fire surged, lava soared into the sky, and even the thousand layers of ocean tides outside the island were compressed by this demonic power!

Indra no longer dared to be arrogant.

"Well done!"

With a long roar, he unleashed the seventh level of the Sacred Heart Technique to its limit!

A chilling true energy surged wildly from his body, rapidly compressing and condensing in front of him. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a pure white, hundreds-of-zhang-long Xuanbing divine weapon!

The divine weapon is neither a knife nor a sword; its sharpness is palpable, and its chilling aura is earth-shattering.

Simply by hovering there, it caused the surrounding void to crackle and freeze, and even the churning lake of fire below was forced back several degrees.

With a jerk of his arms, Emperor Shitian pushed the Xuanbing Divine Weapon forward and slashed head-on at the demon god's leg blade that pierced through the heavens and earth!

The next moment—

The leg blade clashed violently with the ice!

Rumble, rumble—!!

The loud noise seemed to shatter the sky.

The land, spanning thousands of feet in radius, instantly shattered into pieces, countless boulders were instantly reduced to dust, and billowing dust rose thousands of feet high, like a mushroom cloud that blotted out the sun.

The entire island suddenly sank, and the surrounding sea surface exploded outwards, creating towering waves.

"retreat--!"

"Reload now!!"

Everyone was horrified and frantically rushed towards the edge of the island.

Even figures like Wuming and Bu Jingyun dared not confront the aftershocks of this attack head-on, and could only retreat hastily.

When the roar subsided and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the pit.

Such an attack... can Indra withstand it?

The dust settled slowly.

The next moment, everyone in the audience gasped in shock.

The thin layer of mysterious ice that had been flowing around Di Shitian was now being forcefully cleaved open by this single strike.

Even more horrifying is—

The snow-white ice layer cracked from head to toe, and even Di Shitian, who was standing in it, seemed to be split in two on the spot by this knife!

"Dead...dead?!"

The god's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The rest of the Heavenly Gate members were ashen-faced, as if the deity that had always hung high in their hearts had been forcibly cut down to dust at this moment.

The aquatic people were first taken aback, then overjoyed.

"We won!"

"Indra is dead!"

"Our ancestor is watching from heaven—!!"

Cheers erupted instantly, almost overturning the entire ruined island.

But before this ecstasy could fully reach its peak, a hoarse yet wildly joyful shout suddenly came from deep within the ruins:

"I'm not dead yet—!!"

Nie Feng remained suspended in mid-air.

His dark, unfathomable eyes remained fixed on the two halves of the ice, without the slightest relaxation.

Bu Tian stood at a distance, his brows furrowed.

He knew better than anyone that Indra could not possibly die so easily.

Something's not right.

Bu Jingyun's expression was icy, his five fingers slowly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

really.

Click...click click...

A series of chilling crackling sounds suddenly rang out.

The two halves of the icy ice that had been cut open did not turn into pieces and fall to the ground as everyone expected. Instead, they crumbled and peeled away inch by inch in full view of everyone.

In the blink of an eye, the figure that had been split in two, along with the surrounding ice, shattered into countless ice shards, which dissipated with the wind.

Afterimage!

What Nie Feng just cleaved in two with a single strike was merely a lingering image of Xuanbing left behind by Di Shitian!

The cheers abruptly ceased.

The faces of all the aquatic people turned completely white in an instant.

Even that kind of strike only managed to cut through an afterimage...

Where is the real Indra?!

"You almost hurt me—"

A voice, utterly indifferent, suddenly came from high above.

Everyone looked up abruptly.

A figure had appeared in the sky, seemingly out of nowhere.

Emperor Shitian was still covered by a thin layer of black ice, standing with his hands behind his back in the high sky, with clouds surging beneath his feet, looking down at the people below.

It was as if the earth-shattering strike just now was not worthy of truly landing on his body.

He looked at Nie Feng, and for the first time, a hint of undisguised admiration appeared in his eyes.

"Nie Feng".

"You are indeed exceptionally talented."

"In just a few decades, you have cultivated your martial arts to this level, even able to cut through my Sacred Heart Technique."

He paused, then his voice suddenly turned cold.

"but--"

"The game is over."

A sudden surge of cold energy erupted from his body, causing the temperature of the entire area to plummet. The howling sea breeze even carried a frosty white mist.

"Next—"

"It's my turn to make a move."

Before he could finish speaking...

Emperor Shitian's eyes suddenly shot out two extremely cold and eerie beams of light!