I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Wanqing weakly raised one hand.

Her fingertips gently brushed against Jian Chen's eye, taking away a tear from his eye.

"Brother Chen..."

"In my life, Wanqing... has no regrets about being your wife..."

"only……"

Her voice grew softer and softer:

"But... in the next life... please don't be a great hero again..."

"To be an ordinary... fisherman..."

"I'll...start a fire and cook for you..."

"Okay...okay?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The hand that had been resting on Jian Chen's cheek fell limply to its side.

Wanqing's head also slowly tilted to one side at that moment.

A pair of eyes that once held boundless tenderness—completely lost their luster.

"Wan...Qing?"

Jian Chen's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

He stood blankly on the broken ship planks on the sea, holding the already cold body in his arms, as if his soul had been ripped out.

Between Heaven and Earth—

All that remained was the body in his arms, a body that would never speak again.

And the last words of his wife kept echoing in his ears: "Don't be a hero in your next life."

"Hahaha……"

A suppressed laugh escaped from Jian Chen's throat.

"Great hero..."

"Great hero..."

"What kind of damned hero am I, Jian Chen!"

"He couldn't even protect his own wife..."

A pair of eyes that were once crystal clear began to turn dark and cloudy.

A blackness bordering on madness, rotting from the very core.

Something called "human nature" died in that instant.

Instead, there is a chilling hatred that slowly rises from the abyss, penetrating to the bone!

I hate the eight great generals.

He hates Indra.

I hate the entire Heavenly Gate.

He hated it even more—hated his own useless martial arts skills, hated that he had a swordsmanship but couldn't even protect the person he cared about most.

On the giant ship, the experts from Tianmen saw Jian Chen lose his focus and their eyes blazed with killing intent. They stepped out from the bow of the ship and swung their swords around to the broken plank where Jian Chen was.

"snort."

A cold snort.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to come from beyond the heavens, clearly resounding in everyone's ears.

This cold snort carried not a trace of killing intent—

But this caused everyone to freeze in place.

Everyone looked up in shock.

On the distant glacier—

A figure walked across the ice.

The person who came strolled leisurely, appearing extremely slow, but in reality, he moved with incredible speed, as if shrinking the distance between two points.

Each step on the ice left no trace.

It was as if his figure did not belong to this world at all.

No one saw how he made his move.

Suddenly, the world seemed to brighten!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle—!

Invisible sword energy crisscrossed and instantly sliced ​​through the entire deck!

"Well……"

The dozens of Tianmen experts on the ship didn't even have time to utter a complete scream before they clutched their throats and collapsed to the ground.

The eight great generals who were just moments ago so arrogant—

It was as if they had been struck by lightning!

His once-proud protective inner energy shattered like paper, and he was blasted into the icy river behind him like eight kites with broken strings, coughing up blood.

Life and death do not know!

The entire room fell silent.

The mysterious figure gracefully landed beside Jian Chen, supporting him as he tightly embraced his wife, and then strode across the sea onto the giant ship at the Heavenly Gate.

With a wave of his sleeve, he channeled his immense inner strength into the ship, and the giant vessel shot off like an arrow, instantly breaking through the icy waves and speeding away into the distance.

On the deck of the giant ship.

Jian Chen was in a daze, struggling to lift his eyes which were covered in blood.

In sight—

A tall, upright figure standing with his hands behind his back—

It was so familiar, so magnificent.

The figure's aura was strikingly similar to someone deep in his memory.

But this person should be far away in the Central Plains—how could he be here?

"Master..."

Jian Chen murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face.

"Is it you... who has come to save your unfilial disciple...?"

Before he could finish speaking—

His head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness.

The sea breeze was blowing.

The mysterious man slowly turned around, revealing a resolute yet weathered face.

The contours between his eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to the nameless man far away in the Central Plains—seven parts similar!

Just a pair of eyes—

Compared to the nameless calm and peaceful demeanor, it possessed a greater sense of arrogance and domineering presence that looked down upon the world.

He glanced down at Jian Chen, who was tightly embracing his wife's body on the deck, completely unconscious.

A barely perceptible sigh flashed in his eyes.

"Nameless... this disciple of yours has really given you a lot of trouble."

He muttered something to himself, his gaze lingering for a moment on Wanqing, who was already lifeless.

"We're too late."

He shook his head slightly and gently tapped Jian Chen's vest with his hand—

A powerful and gentle flow of true energy circulated along Jian Chen's meridians, instantly sealing his most fatal injuries.

But this surge of true energy could not soothe the ruins in Jian Chen's heart no matter what.

"Never mind, never mind," he sighed.

"A person whose heart is dead is the hardest to save."

"Since I've run into this—"

"Then I'll take you to Fuyu to see if we can pick this heart back up, little by little."

He bent down, gently took the cold body from Jian Chen's arms, carefully wrapped it in his sleeve, and placed it in a corner of the bow of the boat.

The sea breeze howled, and the giant ship of Tianmen, carrying one alive and one dead, sped off toward Fuyu.

Several days later, at the Heavenly Gate.

Emperor Shitian's true energy surged, finally suppressing the stubborn demonic energy within his body.

Although it was not completely eradicated—

However, there is no major problem, and it will be fully healed in just a few days.

"snort."

"Nie Feng..."

He slowly rose to his feet, a sudden surge of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Once my divine powers are fully restored—I will tear you to pieces!"

Although Tianmen suffered heavy damage this time—

As long as Indra is still alive, the Heavenly Gate will not fall.

Those who betray him must pay the price!

With this thought in mind, Indra flashed and sped towards the forbidden area deeper in the Heavenly Realm.

The forbidden area was chillingly cold.

Several enormous pillars of black ice stood tall.

Each ice pillar contains the seal of a once-renowned, peerless powerhouse—all "trophies" collected by Emperor Shitian over the long years.

Indra walked slowly through the ice forest.

Finally, they stopped in front of the largest icicle.

Sealed inside the ice pillar is a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face.

Although in a deep sleep—

Yet, between his brows, there still emanated an extremely arrogant and unruly domineering aura.

"Ice Emperor..."

Di Shitian gazed at the person in the ice, a cold, extremely amused smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Thirty years ago—"

"You were instigated by your sweetheart, overestimating your abilities and attempting to challenge me."

"In the end, it ended up being frozen for thirty years."

"now--"

A calculating glint flashed in Indra's eyes.

"I will give you a chance to atone for your sins."

"As long as you can help me kill those traitors—"

"I can overlook the old grievances from thirty years ago."

Before he could finish speaking...

Indra placed one hand on the ice pillar, and his Sacred Heart True Qi burst forth!

Click—!

The seemingly indestructible, millennia-old ice cracked inch by inch under his single palm strike!

boom--!

With a loud bang, ice shards flew everywhere.

An extremely terrifying chill suddenly burst forth from the shattered ice pillar, sweeping across all directions.

Inside the ice pillar, the man who had been asleep for thirty years suddenly opened his eyes!

Two cold beams of light, like sharp swords, pierced through the void in an instant!

The Ice Emperor—Awakens!

The confusion in the Ice Emperor's eyes flashed by, then turned into deep awe.

He knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse, as if he had just awakened after a thirty-year slumber:

"Master..."

But he was filled with questions—why was he unsealed?

Thirty years ago, he personally challenged his master and ended up being frozen in ice. His master had said back then that he would be frozen in ice for ten thousand years because of this old grudge.

Now—why?

Indra didn't say much, but simply turned and walked outside, coldly uttering:

"Come with me."

Ice Emperor dared not ask any more questions, and quickly got up and followed closely behind.

The two passed through layers of ice corridors and arrived at the first level of the Ice Prison.

Indra stopped in front of an extremely dark prison cell.

Inside the prison cell—

They were imprisoning a disheveled, emaciated old woman.

She huddled in the corner, emanating a nauseating stench—

Even Indra subconsciously frowned.

Hearing footsteps, the old woman struggled to lift her head.

When her extremely cloudy eyes met the Ice Emperor's cold and stern face—

His previously lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light!

"Bing...Brother Bing?"

She climbed shakily toward the fence, and a hand as withered as tree bark reached through the fence toward the Ice Emperor.

"Is that you...?"

"You've finally come to see me... It's me, Xiaolian..."

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with resentment and endless longing accumulated over thirty years.

As he crawled, murky tears streamed down his face from his sunken eyes.

"I've waited for you for thirty years... a full thirty years..."

The Ice Emperor stared silently at the ghostly old woman before him.

Deep in my mind—

A beautiful, youthful face flashed by, overlapping with the ugly body before him.

However, there was not a trace of pity in his eyes.

There was only endless disgust and brutality.

"Disgusting stuff."

A chillingly cold, furious shout.

The Ice Emperor suddenly extended his claws—the Snow Blood Claw!

A flash of cold light.

puff--!

The old woman's head, named "Xiao Lian," exploded on the spot like a watermelon that had been crushed.

Red and white substances were splattered all over the ground, and even the fence was covered in blood.

The headless corpse twitched a few times—then fell silent.

"snort--!"

The Ice Emperor flicked the blood off his hands, his face contorted with rage and glee.

"It's all because of you, you bitch—that I've been frozen for thirty years!"

"Thirty years—!"

"Now I finally understand—women are like clothes!"

Indra watched this scene quietly from the side, nodding in satisfaction:

"very good."

"It seems that these thirty years of freezing have helped you grow a lot."

His gaze swept over the headless corpse on the ground, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly sinister.

"Only by being ruthless and heartless can one achieve great things."

He waved his sleeve.

A streak of light shot out and hovered steadily in front of the Ice Emperor.

A scroll made of hide from an unknown animal, entirely black, exuding a chilling aura.