I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The god listened quietly, his expression remaining indifferent.

"Shaomei—"

He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him:

"The path was chosen by the boy himself."

"The conflicts of the martial world are none of our business, as ordinary people."

But the moment those words were spoken—

Involuntarily, the image of resentment and stubbornness that he had seen when he brushed past the boy on the bridge flashed through his mind.

But in the end—

He didn't let even the slightest thought show on his face.

As a fugitive on Indra's kill list—

He no longer has the right to meddle in other people's business.

Even if it's just a seemingly insignificant little thing.

"Oh……"

Shao Mei responded with a sound that seemed to understand but not quite.

Although there was still a hint of reluctance in his eyes, he dared not utter another word.

One month later.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, a training ground for martial arts.

Banners fluttered in the wind all over the mountains and fields, almost obscuring half the sky.

The training ground was packed, with heroes from all walks of life sitting densely on both sides. The delicacies on the tables were steaming hot, but no one touched them.

The crowd looked worried, lost their appetite, and kept glancing at the dragon throne in the center of the platform. Whispers filled the air.

"Why hasn't Alliance Leader Duan shown up yet?"

"I'm getting impatient!"

"Yes, the auspicious time has passed, why has the alliance leader not arrived yet?"

Just as everyone was discussing it—

An extremely powerful aura suddenly descended!

Duan Lang, dressed in a brocade robe, walked slowly from outside the arena with an indifferent expression.

The pace may seem slow, but each step actually demonstrates the power of minimizing distance.

In the blink of an eye, they were already on stage.

With a flick of his robe, he sat down on the dragon throne with an air of grandeur.

A pair of piercing eyes coldly swept across the entire room.

The martial arts arena, which had been bustling with discussion, fell completely silent the moment his gaze swept over it.

At that moment, Qian Zhen, the leader of the Allied Gang, suddenly stood up, his face solemn. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke loudly:

"Leader of the Alliance—!"

"Recently, a mysterious sect called 'Tianmen' has suddenly appeared in the martial arts world!"

Qian Zhen looked around and raised his voice a few decibels:

"Every member of the Heavenly Gate is a grandmaster-level expert, possessing unparalleled martial arts prowess and acting with extreme ruthlessness!"

"They slaughtered sects throughout the martial world, leaving no one alive in their wake, incurring the wrath of both heaven and man!"

Speaking of this—

Qian Zhen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his arm and shouted:

"Alliance Leader Duan! The calamity at Tianmen is imminent—"

"We earnestly request our Alliance Leader to intervene and unite with our fellow martial artists to eradicate Tianmen!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The sect leaders below the stage responded enthusiastically, their emotions running high.

"Eliminate the Heavenly Gate—!"

"Please give the order, Alliance Leader!"

The shouts resounded through the sky, scattering the clouds and mist.

Countless gazes converged on Duan Lang—waiting for his command.

"What Chief Qian said is absolutely right." Duan Lang nodded slightly.

Although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, exuding an unquestionable authority.

"Tianmen acts erratically, disrupts the martial world, and slaughters his fellow practitioners—he should indeed be exterminated to set things right."

At this point, he shifted his gaze slightly, looking towards one side of the platform.

"Shen'er, Wu'er—come up here."

The words had barely left his mouth—

Two young figures appeared on the high platform like ghosts, standing to the left and right of Duan Lang.

One person on the left—

He was tall and strong, with arrogant and domineering eyes, exuding the aura of a young hero who believed in the supremacy of strength.

One person on the right—

He was tall and slender, with deep, gloomy eyes and a shrewdness between his brows that belied his age.

The thoughts in his eyes were like a deep, ancient well, without a single ripple.

The two brothers stood side by side, their auras seemingly completely different—

Yet there was an unspoken understanding between them that made them someone not to be underestimated.

Duan Lang surveyed the assembled heroes and spoke in a deep voice:

"As the leader of the alliance, I need to be stationed in the Outer Heavens to oversee the overall situation."

"This operation to wipe out Tianmen—"

"My sons, Duan Shen and Duan Wu, will be fully in charge! All your factions must obey their orders without fail!"

Upon hearing this—

The martial arts arena, which had been filled with righteous indignation, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The sect leaders looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A moment later.

An uncontrollable commotion erupted from the crowd.

"What...let two kids be in command?"

"Is the alliance leader joking?"

"The Heavenly Gate is teeming with experts, and these two young men are barely out of their teens—how can they possibly shoulder such a heavy responsibility?"

"Indeed! We are all masters of our own school—how can we take orders from two callow youths?"

Questions and criticisms arose one after another.

At that very moment—

A burly man suddenly stood up!

He carried a giant sword on his back, exuding a menacing aura.

It was none other than Yi Dao, the leader of the Giant Blade Sect.

Yi Dao stepped forward and clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the high platform.

But there was not a trace of respect in his address of "Alliance Leader Duan":

"Leader of the Alliance—!"

"This matter is of utmost importance, concerning the life and death of our martial arts world! Even if these two children are the sons of the alliance leader—I'm afraid they will find it difficult to convince the masses!"

"The alliance leader's move—"

"Are they trying to toy with us?!"

The leader of the One-Sword Sect, a veteran grandmaster, spoke out for justice at this moment.

His words immediately drew many echoes of agreement.

"Indeed—Sect Leader Yidao is right!"

"Please reconsider, Alliance Leader!"

Duan Lang remained seated on the dragon throne, his expression unchanged.

But a chilling, deeply meaningful smile played at the corners of his mouth.

On the high platform——

Duan Wu slowly raised his eyelids.

A pair of sinister eyes swept over Yi Dao with utter calmness.

"Noisy."

He uttered those two words in a low voice.

The next moment—

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

The young man on the stage vanished into thin air.

There was no initial momentum, no warning, no sound of anything breaking through the air—

It was as if he had never appeared beside the dragon throne.

boom--!!!

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted in the training ground!

The earth trembled violently, as if a giant dragon from the earth had suddenly turned over.

The seat where Yidao was located was instantly swallowed up by a cloud of dust.

Rock fragments flew everywhere, and shockwaves rolled, forcing everyone around to use their internal energy to retreat.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated—

Everyone who saw what was happening gasped in shock, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The leader of the Giant Blade Sect was blasted into the ground by a single slash, leaving only his head sticking out!

His face was filled with terror, he was covered in dust and dirt, and his eyes were blank and horrified.

Clearly, they still haven't realized what they've been through.

And the break in martial arts—

At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back above Yidao's head!

The boy stood tall and straight, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his expression utterly indifferent.

It was as if he wasn't standing on a powerful master, but rather on a stepping stone picked up casually from the roadside.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Such fast movement!"

"What ruthless methods—!"

"The Sect Master of One Blade Sect is a Grandmaster-level expert—yet he was subdued in a single move before he could even react?!"

The entire venue was deathly silent, with only gasps of shock echoing throughout.

The elderly gentleman who had gasped in surprise earlier finally reacted, his face filled with disbelief:

"This speed... is even faster than Nie Feng's Wind God Kick!"

"Just how skilled has this boy become with his leg techniques?!"

These words were spoken—

The way everyone looked at Duan Wu had completely changed.

Duanwu looked down from his high vantage point at the blade that had been blasted into the ground beneath his feet.

His tone remained indifferent:

"Now—is there anyone still who disagrees?"

Yi Dao felt as if a thousand-pound mountain was pressing down on his head, and his bones were about to crack—how could he dare to say even a single "no"?

He spoke in a trembling voice:

"I...I give up!"

"Young hero, your skills are unparalleled! I am completely convinced!"

Duan Wu snorted coldly.

With a light touch of the toes, she landed gracefully.

He then reached out a hand and grabbed Yidao's shoulder, applying slight force with his arm.

puff--!

Like pulling up a radish!

He actually managed to pull the knife out of the rocky ground, which was as hard as iron!

Yi Dao staggered to his feet, writhing in pain and looking utterly disheveled.

Duan Wu casually waved his hand—

A pill traced an arc and landed steadily in Yidao's arms.

"This is a healing elixir."

Duanwu's tone remained indifferent:

"After taking it, meditate for a while, and you will be safe."

A single blow is like a pardon!

He quickly caught the pill and swallowed it, not caring about his appearance. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to heal his injuries.

My thick outer garment was already soaked with cold sweat.

Only then did he truly realize that his "righteous words" had almost cost him his life.

After this battle—

No one in the arena dared to underestimate these two teenagers anymore.

The gazes of everyone directed at Duan Shen and Duan Wu—

Their previous disdain had completely transformed into deep awe.

"The Anti-Heaven Alliance—" Duan Lang began calmly, enunciating each word clearly.

"Formally established."

Duan Shen and Duan Wu, acting on the orders of the alliance leader, led a large group of heroes down the mountain.

The winds of change in the martial arts world suddenly shifted!

The two brothers split up into two groups.

The path to breaking through the gods—

Whenever he encounters a stronghold of Tianmen, his powerful and fierce iron fists, brimming with violent true energy, become his most devastating killing move.

Where the fist strikes—

Bricks and tiles collapsed, and heads rolled everywhere.

He possessed the same arrogance and domineering spirit as his father, Duan Lang, when he roamed the martial arts world.

Duanwu Road—

They left quietly.

His Void Step ignored distance; before anyone could react, his leg had already landed on the enemy's throat.

Along the way, many Tianmen people were killed before they even had a chance to draw their swords.

Wherever the body strikes, all life is extinguished.

In just a few days, good news kept pouring in!

Whether it's a hidden spy network lurking in the city or a stronghold entrenched deep in the mountains—

They were all uprooted, none escaped unscathed.

Thousands of Tianmen masters didn't even have time to call for help—

He was already decapitated and transformed into a ghost used as a sacrifice for the Anti-Heaven Alliance.

The news sent shockwaves throughout the world!

The powerful figures who had previously feared Tianmen like tigers were all greatly encouraged and their blood boiled upon seeing this thunderous action.

More and more minor sects and lone heroes responded to the call, traveling day and night to join the Anti-Heaven Alliance.

The momentum of the Anti-Heaven Alliance—

It was like firewood doused with oil, burning brighter and brighter—

This momentum is about to catch up with the grandeur of the World Society when it unified the martial arts world!