I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

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The two exchanged moves—the sounds of their pieces falling gradually increased, turning into a sudden and fierce storm!

"恖", "断", "扑", "长" —

Nie Feng's black stones were like a trapped dragon ascending to heaven—

Every move was like walking on a knife's edge, darting left and right through the white pieces' net, carving out a bloody path!

The remaining snow on the stone table was shaken into a flurry by the force emanating from their fingers—

Within a radius of about ten feet, the temperature plummeted.

finally--

The disabled child, confined to a corner, not only used his eyes to live—

Taking advantage of the situation, they broke through the encirclement and cut the originally aggressive white stones into two dead dragons!

A complete reversal of offense and defense – the whole game is now won!

Nie Feng only needs to place one more piece to completely seal off the white pieces.

however--

He picked up the chess piece and held it above the chessboard—it remained there for a long time.

Snapped.

The piece was placed half an inch off course.

He did not seal off White's last chance—in a seemingly hopeless situation, he deliberately left a sliver of hope.

Xiao Sanxiao stared at the last move—his white eyebrows furrowed, and he remained silent for a long time.

"You have turned the tide – you could have easily sealed off my massive dragon with just one move."

He raised his head—his gaze fixed intently on Nie Feng:

"Why did you show mercy?"

Nie Feng lightly brushed the remaining snow from his sleeve, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his expression serene and calm.

"Playing chess—the goal isn't necessarily to win or lose."

"A decisive move—when the game ends, all hope is lost, leaving only a desolate, empty board."

He looked up at the old man—his speech was slow and deliberate:

"To leave some room for maneuver, so that the game can go a little further—to maintain a long-term game is also a kind of enjoyment."

Xiao Sanxiao was stunned, staring at the board in silence for a long time.

Suddenly—he threw his head back and burst into laughter!

"We've reached the same conclusion without prior consultation!"

In that split second—we became fellow travelers!

Xiao Sanxiao's laughter grew even more hearty, his palm brushing across the stone table, a rare hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

Nie Feng stood up—his expression solemn:

"My senior invited me to play chess—there must be a deeper meaning behind it?"

"I'm just giving you a stroke of good fortune."

Xiao Sanxiao looked towards the direction of Tianmen, his voice low and deep:

"If Indra were to die, his cultivation would rapidly condense and transform into a single essence."

Whether or not you can get your hands on it depends entirely on your own luck.

Nie Feng suddenly understood, and all the doubts in his heart dissipated.

He bowed deeply—

"I will always remember the kindness of my seniors in guiding me."

When I looked up again—there was nothing in front of me.

The old man and the chessboard vanished in an instant—like waking from a dream, leaving no trace of their presence.

The wind and snow remained the same.

Nie Feng stood there, a chill creeping into his heart.

This person's skill is astonishing, probably far surpassing mine.

Wentian Town, Ling Shuang Residence.

This grand manor was heavily guarded on all sides—a forest of swords and spears, exuding a chilling aura of menace.

Inside the hall, the incense in the bronze censers had long since burned out—leaving only a wisp of cold ash.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu sat in the main positions.

The two boys still had childish faces, but their killing intent was palpable.

Below the hall stood numerous leaders of various sects from the Central Plains—

The discussions were like a tidal wave, all revolving around the impending deadly situation at Tianmen.

In a corner of the room, Xu Fu huddled deep within the crowd, his expression indifferent, sipping the remaining tea from his cup.

He wore a scholar's robe, his face was as handsome as jade, and his long beard reached his chest—

In the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a fortune teller with some experience.

Suddenly, her fingertips trembled slightly.

A feeling of palpitation shot through my body like lightning, and a chill rose from my spine, instantly engulfing my soul!

Xu Fu held the cup to his lips, his eyes showing surprise and doubt.

As a master of destiny analysis, he has held sway over the universe for millennia.

At that moment, however, one felt as if an invisible giant net was being gathered from the void.

The threads of cause and effect were so dense that they almost suffocated him.

Is someone plotting against me?

He stroked his long beard and glanced around the hall.

No one here could possibly imagine that I am Indra.

Perhaps I'm overthinking it.

He lowered his head to hide the murderous intent in his eyes and drank the cooled tea in one gulp.

"Report—!"

A man in tight-fitting clothes strode into the hall, knelt on one knee, and the sound shook the rubble.

"Nameless, Bu Jingyun requests an audience!"

The wind and snow swirled into the hall, and the fireplace danced wildly in response.

Nameless and Bu Jingyun walked in side by side.

Two sharp bursts of energy instantly shattered the oppressive silence of the hall, drawing countless gazes—

Awe, suspicion, and amazement intertwined.

Inside the hall, hundreds of people stood.

From deep within the crowd, a few venomous gazes locked onto the two of them—

Those were the orphans of certain sects that had been wiped out, their deep-seated hatred etched into their very bones.

however--

The young man in the higher position exuded an aura of immense power.

Without careful planning, acting rashly is tantamount to courting death.

All the enemies could do was grit their teeth and let their hatred dissipate in their palms.

Bu Jingyun wore a black robe as dark as ink, his expression was cold and stern, and his domineering aura was chilling to the bone.

Wuming stood with his hands behind his back, his robes billowing, exuding a pure and unadorned aura of a celestial sword.

Several chilling killing intents mingled during the meal—but the two men remained unfazed, their steps not faltering in the slightest.

They completely disregarded these sects and forces.

The nameless man walked into the hall, cupped his hands in a respectful bow:

"Nameless greets the two alliance leaders."

"Indra's perverse actions have caused immense suffering to the people of the martial world."

"We have come here to join the anti-heaven alliance and together kill this scoundrel."

Duan Shen and Duan Wu exchanged a glance, a faint smile playing on their lips.

In the eyes of the two teenagers, the so-called martial arts legends and the Uncrying God of Death are nothing more than remnants of the old era.

In terms of actual combat strength, they might not even meet the standards of those two.

"Since we're here to kill, there's no need for these formalities."

Duan Shen casually tapped the handrail beside him, revealing an undisguised arrogance:

"Since you two are so kind as to grace us with your presence, then my Anti-Heaven Alliance would be most pleased to welcome you."

Wuming nodded slightly and found an empty seat to sit down.

His gaze swept across the hall below—

The leaders of the various sects stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, their expressions extremely respectful.

A slight gloom settled in his heart—

Although I didn't witness the two young men make a move, their ability to subdue this group of unruly martial arts masters was no fluke.

And Bu Jingyun—

He didn't even glance at the person in charge.

He walked straight to a seat in the hall, where the Immortal Blue Gate Master Lan Xian was sitting.

Bu Jingyun stopped in front of him, saying nothing—he simply glanced down at him.

Just one glance.

Lan Xian froze, cold sweat instantly beading on his back—

He quickly stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to offer her a seat, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Bu Jingyun sat down expressionlessly, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes to rest.

From beginning to end, he never laid a finger on Duan Shenduanwu.

A cold glint flashed in Duan Shen's eyes.

"That one—the one sitting in Uncle Lan's seat."

The boy's voice was clear and unhurried, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"stand up."

Bu Jingyun didn't even lift his eyelids.

The corner of Duan Shen's mouth twitched slightly:

"I'll say it again—get up, or get out of here."

The temperature inside the hall plummeted.

Bu Jingyun suddenly opened his eyes—

His icy gaze was like two unsheathed blades, piercing straight at the young man in the upper position!

In his entire life, he had never been looked down upon like this by a kid who hadn't even grown up yet.

A fierce aura suddenly surged from his body—

The teacups on the table made a clattering sound, startling Lan Xian so much that he took three steps back!

Tensions were high, and a conflict could erupt at any moment.

"Jingyun".

Wuming spoke in a deep voice, his tone calm yet brooking no dissent.

"We are here to eliminate traitors, not to make enemies. Let's not cause any more trouble."

Bu Jingyun stared intently at Duan Shen, his gaze as hard as iron—

After a long while, he finally let out a cold snort.

He slowly got up, strode to a pillar, leaned against it, hugged his arms, and closed his eyes.

If you can't sit down, then don't sit down.

But everyone present could clearly feel the chilling sense of "I'll remember you."

Duan Shen remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about the danger he had just faced.

He turned to look at Lan Xian, who was standing awkwardly to the side, and his tone suddenly softened:

"Uncle Lan, please take a seat."

Lan Xian was stunned—"Alliance Leader, this…"

"Grandpa instructed—"

Duan Shen smiled slightly, his tone revealing a rare tenderness:

"We brothers must take good care of Uncle Lan. You are an elder, and this seat is rightfully yours."

Lan Xian's eyes reddened slightly. He bowed in thanks and sat down again.

Upon seeing this, the sect leaders below all had a sudden thought—

It turns out that the Undying Blue Gate and the two alliance leaders have this connection!

Lan Xian was not only an old friend of Duan Shuai, but was also addressed as "Uncle" by the two young masters.

Many sect leaders secretly resolved to get closer to the Undying Blue Sect in the future.

In this chaotic world, such a relationship is more valuable than any martial arts manual.

After everyone was seated, Duan Shen turned his gaze to the corner of the table.

"Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to a highly accomplished person."

He pointed to Xu Fu, who had risen to bow, and spoke in a steady manner:

"This is the senior Xu Fu."

"He was not only an expert in divination and fortune telling, but also a renowned reclusive genius."

Duan Shen paused, then emphasized:

"Most importantly—he was once the teacher of Indra."

An uproar erupted in the hall.

"What? Indra's master?"

"Good heavens—how could someone like him actually show up?"

The sect leaders were all shocked and turned to look at Xu Fu—the discussion instantly erupted.

Xu Fu put down his teacup, his expression serene, and bowed, looking around.

"I have failed to properly teach my disciples, which has led to the evil leader's devastation of the martial arts world."

"I will do everything in my power to rid you of this scoundrel."

Duan Shen nodded slightly:

"Please, Senior Xu Fu, tell us about Indra's martial arts style, and... his weaknesses."

Xu Fu coughed lightly, about to speak—

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through the hall.

The fire in the stove flickered again, and the figures in the hall swayed slightly—

A figure in white stood beside Nameless and Bu Jingyun.

"Nie Feng, you're late."

The newcomer appeared calm and composed, his long hair dancing lightly in the wind; he was none other than the God of the Wind.

Duan Shen leaned back in his chair, glanced at Nie Feng, and a playful smile slowly crept onto his lips:

"Hey—isn't this my long-lost...Brother Nie?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "elder brother," his tone full of sarcasm:

"I thought you were so busy doing chivalrous deeds that you had completely forgotten about us brothers."

"Why did you suddenly think of this today—could it be that you heard Indra is going to be finished, and you've come here specifically to get a share of the spoils?"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

The sect leaders looked at each other in disbelief—Nie Feng and the two alliance leaders were actually brothers?

"Brother Nie, don't pay attention to Brother Shen."

Duan Wu spoke, his tone much kinder than his brother's, even carrying a hint of genuine laughter.

"It's good that you came."

"Although we don't usually get along well, we are connected by blood—at this critical moment, we are all family and we don't need to be formal."