I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, wind and snow raged fiercely.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions were built along the contours of the mountain.

Hidden in the sea of ​​clouds and mist, it resembles a palace in the sky.

In the main hall of the Heavenly Palace, the fire in the furnace was burning brightly, dispelling the bitter cold outside.

Duan Lang sat upright in the main seat, toying with a warm, smooth jade cup in his hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Looking at the uninvited guest below the steps.

The newcomer was dressed in a yellow robe and appeared to be no more than fifty years old, yet he exuded an unfathomable and otherworldly aura.

"Senior Xu, your presence is truly an honor—I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

Duan Lang put down the jade cup—though it was a polite gesture, he didn't move an inch.

A pair of lightning-fast eyes swept lightly over Xu Fu.

With just one glance, he noticed something amiss.

At this moment, Xu Fu's aura was still profound, but he lacked some of his usual affability.

Duan Lang immediately saw through it—Xu Fu's internal energy had decreased by nearly 30%.

He sneered inwardly.

Xu Fu's century-long plan to slay the dragon was thwarted before he even caught a glimpse of it, as Chen Ge beat him to it.

His current sharp decline in skill must be due to anger to the point of vomiting blood.

After hundreds of years of hard work, it all came to nothing.

"Please have a seat, senior."

Duan Lang raised his hand in a gesture of authority, displaying the majesty of a superior in every movement.

"You're too kind, Alliance Leader Duan."

Xu Fu did not pay attention to Duan Lang's arrogance.

He stepped forward slowly, flicked his sleeve, and sat down—his gaze was also sizing up this newly appointed leader of the martial arts alliance.

He was secretly alarmed.

A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation.

The aura emanating from Duan Lang, seated on the throne, was even more unfathomable than when they last met.

If it was once a sharp sword with its edge fully exposed, now it is sheathed, its presence calm and composed.

This transformative change...

Xu Fu was secretly startled: Could it be that this kid has already consumed the Dragon Essence?

Not only that--

Duan Lang has already established the "Anti-Heaven Alliance," vowing to eradicate the Heavenly Gate and fight Emperor Shitian to the death.

Xu Fu sighed softly.

A look of utter heartbreak appeared on his face at just the right moment:

"I have come here—"

"Not to reminisce, but to eliminate a scourge."

He raised his head—a sharp glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes:

"That rebellious disciple, Di Shitian—deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, bringing calamity to all living beings."

"Although I have been retired for many years, I cannot stand by and watch him ruin the martial arts world."

Xu Fu paused—his voice turning impassioned:

"Having heard that the Alliance Leader has raised an army to attack Heaven, I have come to join you!"

"I am willing to lend a helping hand to the Outer Heavens—to cleanse our ranks—to slay this fiend!"

He finished speaking.

He stared intently at Duan Lang, as if waiting for the other's decision.

But he had already made up his mind.

Since the identity of "Emperor Shitian" has become a target of public criticism, and being driven away by Fengyun has caused him to lose all his prestige, it is better to simply discard it like worn-out shoes.

From that time onward, there was no more Indra.

Only the righteous master Xu Fu could help them vanquish the demon.

To kill with a borrowed knife, to bring someone back to life through another's body.

Once Duan Lang and those fools have squandered their fortunes, he will reap the benefits.

Isn't this a wonderful thing?

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's hand holding the jade cup trembled slightly.

The situation almost got out of control.

Beat yourself up?

This Xu Fu actor was truly a master of acting!

Moreover, Duan Lang also keenly detected a hint of urgency in Xu Fu's "heartbroken" expression that even he himself was unaware of.

This eagerness—it's not as simple as just wanting to use someone else to do one's dirty work.

Xu Fu was afraid.

What is he afraid of?

Duan Lang sneered inwardly: What Xu Fu feared was precisely himself!

Xu Fu had once suffered a crushing defeat at his own hands.

Now that Xu Fu's power has plummeted, if I were to learn that the person before me is the true form of Emperor Shitian, I would surely kill him on the spot.

Therefore, Xu Fu had to cover up this identity at all costs—attempting to find a way to survive right under his nose.

Unfortunately, Xu Fu would never have imagined that he had already seen through Xu Fu's true nature.

Duan Lang suppressed the playful glint in his eyes and, taking advantage of the tea-drinking opportunity, concealed the smile in his eyes.

When he looked up again, his face was filled with deep emotion.

"The senior is truly wise and understanding—"

"I admire you."

He put down his teacup, and with a flourish of his sleeve—his heroic spirit soared to the heavens:

"Since you are so kind, senior, I would be more than happy to oblige."

"From this moment forward—you will be the chief guest of my Anti-Heaven Alliance."

"With you and me joining forces—what fear is there that the Heavenly Gate cannot be breached?"

You agreed so readily—

This startled Xu Fu.

The draft he had prepared in his mind was completely useless.

However, saving him the trouble of explaining things was exactly what he wanted.

Xu Fu rose and solemnly bowed to Duan Lang in a gesture of respect befitting a junior:

"I am deeply grateful for the noble cause of our leader, Lord Duan."

"From this day forward—I will devote myself wholeheartedly to all matters concerning the Anti-Heaven Alliance."

"On the day when the traitor is executed—"

"I will certainly share a drink and a good chat with the Alliance Leader."

Duan Lang returned the greeting with a smile, his expression humble and composed.

Deep down, however, he was already sneering.

Let's drink and chat happily?

I want to see—whether you're offering me this jar of wine or trying to poison me.

Since you want to use my knife to kill yourself—

Then I'll play along with you until the end of this charade.

In the end, it was you who borrowed my knife—

Or did I borrow your life?

Outside the palace, the wind and snow continued to rage.

A single flame in the fire flickered silently.

After three rounds of tea, the atmosphere in the hall gradually relaxed.

Xu Fu put down his teacup, his cloudy old eyes seemingly casually sweeping over Duan Lang—and tentatively began to speak:

"Leader of the Alliance—"

"Judging from your aura—it is as vast as the ocean and as fierce as thunder, truly the most powerful I have ever seen in my life."

He paused, seemingly casually, but in reality, he was extremely curious about the origins of this young man's martial arts skills.

After all—even Tianmen's intelligence network couldn't uncover any details about Duan Lang.

"Excuse my intrusion—"

Xu Fu spoke in a very soft tone.

"Where did the Alliance Leader learn his skills from? And what kind of astonishing martial arts does he practice?"

As soon as the words fell—

The hall fell into a moment of deathly silence.

Duan Lang tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers, but did not answer immediately.

Xu Fu remained unfazed, taking it as a grave taboo in the martial arts world, and gracefully bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

"It was my fault for being so talkative—"

"If it is inconvenient for the Alliance Leader to tell me, then pretend I didn't ask."

"It's alright." Duan Lang waved his hand, his expression frank.

There is nothing that cannot be told to others.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Xu Fu—and slowly uttered five words:

"The Invincible Sutra of the Ten Directions"

Xu Fu paused slightly as he placed the cup down, and the cup tapped against the edge of the table with a soft sound.

A subtle glint suddenly flashed across his usually calm face.

"Invincible in all directions..."

He was very familiar with those four words.

That peerless genius who, with a mortal body, shattered thirty percent of his Xuanbing protective body—Wu Wudi.

That was the only opponent in his long two-thousand-year life who shattered his contempt with his strength and earned his recognition and admiration.

Xu Fu composed himself and stared intently at Duan Lang:

"Your master...is his surname Wu?"

Duan Lang was slightly taken aback. Martial arts?

He searched his memory but hadn't heard Brother Chen mention this person before, so he shook his head honestly.

"Never heard of it."

His expression was calm and composed, not feigned.

Xu Fu looked deeply into Duan Lang's eyes, and after a long while, he slowly nodded.

Not knowing...that's also true.

If he were that person's personal disciple, how could he not even know his master's name?

This martial art is called the "Ten Directions Invincible Scripture" —

It differs from "Invincible in All Directions" by only one character, so there must be some intricate connection between them.

No wonder this young man possesses such unfathomable and formidable combat power at such a young age.

Since it is that man's legacy, everything makes sense.

Xu Fu's surprise gradually turned into understanding; this young man before him did indeed bear some resemblance to Wu Wudi from back then.

Outside the hall—suddenly came a series of hurried yet steady footsteps.

A young man strode into the hall.

His blue robe was still stained with bloodstains that had not yet dried—which only made him look more spirited and murderous.

The visitor was none other than Duan Wu, the second son of Duan Lang.

"Father—!" Duan Wu clasped his hands in a salute, his voice booming like a bell.

"Your son has not failed you!"

"This time, leading our troops on an expedition, we intercepted and annihilated the remnants of the Heavenly Gate in the northern desert region—beheading three thousand!"

"If we take into account the results of the previous battles, seven or eight out of ten forces outside Tianmen have already been wiped out."

At this point—his eyes blazed with fighting spirit:

"Morale is high right now—I have already ordered the troops to be reorganized, and we will soon march straight to the heart of the enemy's stronghold—"

"Attack the Heavenly Gate headquarters and take the head of Indra!"

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent!

Duan Lang did not answer immediately, but instead glanced at Xu Fu below with a half-smile.

Xu Fu held his teacup, took a small sip, and remained calm.

He acted as if the Heavenly Gate, which was about to be attacked, had nothing to do with him, and didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

Duan Lang secretly praised him, "What composure!"

It seems that Xu Fu was determined to make a tough decision, abandoning the century-old Tianmen base in exchange for his trust and a glimmer of hope.

Since that's the case—we'll grant his wish.

"good--!"

Duan Lang slammed his hand on the armrest and abruptly stood up.

"Wu'er has such courage; he truly deserves to be my son, Duan Lang!"

"However, Tianmen has a profound foundation, so we must not underestimate them."

He pointed at Xu Fu:

"This time, Senior Xu will accompany you on this expedition to provide support."

Duanwu followed the sound and looked towards it—

Upon seeing Xu Fu's frail and elderly appearance, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Father—your son is going to kill someone."

"It's not about sightseeing."

"And you're taking care of this...old person?"

He muttered in dissatisfaction:

"In case he gets carried away with the killing—I'll have to take care of him."

"This is too much trouble—I won't take the child with me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fu's eye twitched slightly!

An old man?

If it weren't for the grand plan—I could slap you to death right now, you ignorant brat!

But he remained expressionless, still sipping his tea slowly.

"Insolence—!" Duan Lang feigned anger.

"How dare you be rude! This Senior Xu is the master of Emperor Shitian—his martial arts skills are unfathomable! If it weren't for my sake—he wouldn't even be willing to come out of seclusion!"