I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The Four Tribulations of the Sacred Heart—The Tribulation of Shock!"

The Four Tribulations of the Sacred Heart are four tribulations of the heart that evolved from the Sacred Heart Technique. They crush the eyes, blood, heart, and primordial spirit layer by layer, and are bizarre and ruthless, making them extremely difficult to defend against.

As soon as the shocking calamity appeared, two invisible cold lights instantly pierced the sky, pointing directly at Nie Feng's brow!

boom--!

The two startlingly cold beams had only penetrated three feet when they seemed to have struck an invisible magic wall, instantly blasting into nothingness!

Nie Feng stood in mid-air, not even lifting his eyelids.

But thousands of feet behind him, several aquatic people who were looking up at the battle suddenly trembled, their eyes bulging out instantly, and blood vessels bursting wildly in their pupils.

Before he could even scream, he fell straight down, blood seeping from his seven orifices, and died on the spot!

Only then did everyone suddenly realize—

The truly terrifying aspect of the "Shocking Calamity" is never just "seeing," but the chilling mental anguish contained within that single glance.

Anyone with a weak mind, even if only caught in the corner of their eye, would die on the spot!

"Um?"

Indra's eyes flickered slightly.

He certainly knew the power of "Demon Heart Crossing", but he never expected that Nie Feng could defend his primordial spirit to this extent.

"Frosty Heaven!"

Indra grasps with his five fingers.

In an instant, the temperature within a radius of a thousand feet plummeted to its lowest point.

The air froze, and the sound of the wind lingered.

Countless crystal-clear ice pillars appeared out of thin air, like a forest or a sea, and suddenly closed in from all directions, trying to seal Nie Feng and his aura into the eternal ice!

boom--!

Black flames surged around Nie Feng.

The extreme cold that was powerful enough to seal the heavens and the earth melted away layer by layer upon encountering this demonic fire, just like snow meeting the blazing sun, unable to get even a fraction closer.

"What a brilliant Demon Heart Crossing."

The admiration in Indra's eyes deepened, but a chilling smile crept onto his lips.

"Since magic can't do anything to you—"

"Then let's test my martial arts!"

A long howl.

Indra's figure suddenly soared into the air, transforming into a streak of pure white light that shot straight into the sky!

"A towering peak piercing the clouds—!"

With a series of swift movements, the clouds in the sky froze, transforming into thousands upon thousands of sharp ice blades, densely packed like a rain of ice and snow arrows sweeping across the heavens, shooting towards Nie Feng!

Each ice blade possesses a terrifying force capable of piercing through metal and stone.

If it were an ordinary person, they would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Nie Feng advanced instead of retreating.

"Torrential rain and strong winds!"

His figure blurred into countless afterimages, his legs moving with lightning speed.

Ding ding ding ding ding—!

The resounding clang of metal exploded so tightly that it echoed through the sky in an instant.

Those countless ice blades were kicked apart by him, blasting into countless ice shards that scattered across the sky and earth, looking from afar like a magnificent white fireworks display.

"Great legwork!"

Instead of being angry, Indra laughed, stood in place, and suddenly spread his hands apart.

"Emperor's Heavenly Thunder!"

In an instant, the chilling icy energy exploded from his palm, forcibly transforming into countless streaks of ferocious white lightning high in the sky!

The chilling air and the force of the thunder intertwined. Before the lightning even struck, the surrounding air was already crackling and popping from the freezing temperatures, turning the entire sky a ghastly white.

In the next instant, countless bolts of lightning, like angry dragons falling from the sky, crashed down on Nie Feng!

However, the area covered by the thunderous sea was far more than just Nie Feng.

Within a radius of several thousand feet, mountains, rocks, seawater, ruins, and broken trees were all enveloped by the Senbai Thunder Sea.

Several aquatic people who hadn't retreated far enough had just looked up and seen the approaching curtain of lightning when they were struck by several bolts of lightning before they could even scream!

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

Several figures exploded on the spot. Before their flesh and blood could even disperse, they were frozen into large pieces of scarlet ice by the cold lightning, which, along with broken bones and limbs, crashed into the sea.

The rest of the aquatic creatures turned pale and retreated desperately, scrambling and crawling, not daring to linger in place for even a moment longer.

The demonic fire in Nie Feng's eyes surged.

Without dodging or avoiding, demonic flames erupted around him as he used his legs as blades to charge straight up against the raging lightning!

"Demonic energy is rampant!"

The leg movement begins, and the intent of the knife arises.

A jet-black blade of light slashed out from beneath his legs, carrying violent demonic energy as it forcefully cleaved into the sea of ​​lightning.

boom--!

A huge gash was torn open in the sea of ​​Mori Shirai!

Nie Feng's figure flashed past, and in the next instant, he was already close to Di Shitian's face, sweeping his leg across!

"Well done!"

Indra raised his hand to block.

boom--!

Their fists and feet collided, darkening the sky.

From that moment on, the two of them no longer tested each other or used any tricks.

Only the most direct and dangerous battle!

Two figures, one icy and chilling, the other brimming with demonic energy, flashed and collided wildly above the ruined island.

They attacked from the sky to the ground, and then bombarded the sea from the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

Each clash brought with it a devastating roar.

The remaining rocks on the island crumbled piece by piece, and the fractured mountain was swept away by the aftershocks time and time again, turning it into complete ruins.

Seawater surged back, waves crashed skyward, and the mountain peak, which had already been split in two, was completely obscured from its original shape after the two men kept colliding with it.

Everyone in the distance was looking up, their expressions blank.

They couldn't even see the moves clearly.

Only two blurry afterimages could be seen, constantly flashing, colliding, and separating between heaven and earth, only to be strangled together again in the next instant.

Wuming's expression was solemn, and his hands involuntarily tightened.

The level of this battle has completely exceeded the scope of their ability to intervene.

This is the true peerless expert.

They are prone to causing catastrophes and destruction.

They readily move mountains and fill seas.

Several miles away, in a dense forest not yet fully affected by the aftershocks, a figure stood on a treetop, watching the earth-shattering battle unfold.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, with a thin face, and his features bore a striking resemblance to Wuming.

A strong wind swept through the forest, making his clothes flutter loudly.

But he didn't move at all, only staring intently at the two figures colliding wildly above the ruined island, his eyes swirling with a complex emotion that others couldn't understand.

The setting sun, like blood, cast a crimson glow on the shattered sea.

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

The deafening roar lasted for the entire afternoon.

The once vast and open island in the middle of the lake has now been completely reduced to ruins.

Within a radius of several miles, the land looked as if it had been turned over by countless ancient ferocious beasts, with ravines crisscrossing, rocks scattered like a sea, and broken peaks and ruins everywhere.

The sea breeze, carrying the smells of burnt food, blood, and the lingering heat of lava, howled through the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Nie Feng stood in mid-air, his chest heaving violently, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. The demonic energy around him, which had been so condensed as to be almost tangible, had now become noticeably thinner.

Even in his dark, abyss-like eyes, a hint of weariness was revealed.

Having maintained his demonic form as one for so long and fought fiercely with Indra to this day, even with his deep foundation, he is ultimately not made of iron.

But the figure opposite remained standing steadily.

The thin layer of mysterious ice surrounding Di Shitian continued to flow, its pure white color like a mirror, showing no signs of damage whatsoever.

But his eyes remained as deep as the sea and as cold as ice, as if they were bottomless.

What's even more unsettling is that, even now, his aura remains long and deep, showing no signs of weakening, like a boundless, cold sea with no end in sight.

Di Shitian looked down at Nie Feng, a chill emanating from him, and suddenly laughed, his laughter full of mockery and sarcasm.

"Nie Feng, your internal energy is almost depleted, isn't it?"

"I admit that you are indeed stronger than I expected, to have fought me to this extent."

"Unfortunately, as strong as you are, you are ultimately just flesh and blood."

"No matter how much mortals struggle, they are still just mortals."

"What do you have to offer me in this long-term standoff?"

Before he could finish speaking, Indra suddenly spread his arms wide.

boom--!

Within a radius of several miles, the swords, knives, and other weapons that were originally scattered throughout the ruins suddenly trembled, as if they were being grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, the power of the Sacred Heart Technique within Di Shitian's body suddenly surged outward, and the chilling true energy spread out like countless fine threads, instantly disappearing into the weapon.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz—!

In an instant, the entire ruins resounded with the clang of swords.

Under the influence of the Sacred Heart Technique, the weapons vibrated wildly, first detaching themselves from the ground inch by inch, and then suddenly soaring into the sky!

In the next instant, countless weapons danced wildly in the air, spinning, intertwining, and converging rapidly in the sky. They grew denser and more turbulent, eventually transforming into an overwhelming torrent of swords and blades!

The sound of swords rang out in a continuous line, shaking the clouds and causing the waves on the sea to surge and even the broken iron and fragments half-buried in the ruins were lifted three feet off the ground by the sharp sword intent, rustling and jumping wildly!

"All Swords Return to Their Origin—!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

The nameless man's pupils constricted sharply, and his expression changed drastically for the first time. "What?!"

Bu Jingyun's expression suddenly turned cold.

Nie Feng was also deeply shaken.

Even Bu Tian, ​​Huai Kong, Dugu Ming, Jian Chen, and the others all changed their expressions.

No one expected that Indra would even know this move!

The overwhelming tide of swords and spears left them no time to think.

Countless weapons, driven by the power of the Emperor Shitian Sacred Heart Technique, transformed into a devastating torrent of swords and blades, sweeping down upon Nie Feng!

Nie Feng's eyes narrowed. Without time to think, he could only forcefully gather his true energy, cross his arms, and unleash a burst of demonic energy around him, forcefully meeting the overwhelming tide of swords and blades.

Boom boom boom boom boom—!!

Swords clashed, as if ten thousand mountains were pressing down on them.

Nie Feng was blasted backward by the violent torrent.

The protective demonic energy shattered layer by layer.

His sleeves were torn to shreds, and his chest was ripped open by several sharp sword energies, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

He was thrown like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of rocks in the distance.

"Junior Brother Feng—!"

With a low shout, a dark figure moved like lightning.

With a single step, Bu Jingyun shattered the rock beneath his feet and leaped into the air to meet Nie Feng, catching him in his arms.

The force of the impact was so strong that he was slid backward dozens of feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ruins before he finally managed to stand firm.

You are injured.

Bu Jingyun looked down at Nie Feng in his arms, his brows furrowed tightly, and a crack finally appeared on his usually cold and indifferent face, revealing a rare hint of anxiety.

"I won't die..."

Nie Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to his chest, and forced himself to stand up straight, but his gaze never left Di Shitian in the distance.

"Indra's power is too great. I alone... cannot kill him."

Bu Jingyun followed his gaze, the coldness in his eyes gradually deepening. After a moment, he suddenly nodded slowly.

"Then—use that move."

Nie Feng was taken aback, then understood his meaning, and a cold, sharp smile slowly appeared on his lips. "Alright."