I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Three days later.

The winds of war shifted dramatically, and a murderous intent surged forth.

The once desolate and frigid northern wilderness has now become noisy and chaotic.

A vast horde of martial arts masters surged in from all directions like a black torrent—with only one target:

That solitary, towering peak above the raging sea.

Surrounded by the sea on three sides, with waves crashing against the shore.

At the top of the cliff, an ancient and weathered stone gate stands proudly.

The Tai Chi Yin-Yang symbol on the lintel breathes in and out the wind and snow, exuding a profound and awe-inspiring aura.

Horse hooves shattered the ice, and sharp blades scraped against armor.

Countless eyes, filled with ambition, revenge, and greed, gleamed under the eve of the great battle.

Tianwen Temple is located near Tianmen.

Beneath the pillars of the main hall, an elderly monk, dressed in a kasaya and with a solemn appearance, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the ancient stone gate that was faintly visible atop the distant cliff.

Abbot of Tianwen Temple – Master Yuanjue.

Amidst the sounds of morning bells and evening drums, the originally compassionate and peaceful face quietly takes on a chilling and ruthless edge.

His eyes were slightly sunken, and a long-suppressed murderous intent surged within his cloudy pupils—

It was as if it wanted to set all the ice and snow in front of it ablaze.

"Master—"

I heard hurried but cautious footsteps behind me.

A young novice monk, about fifteen or sixteen years old, hurriedly ran up the corridor, clasped his hands together, and was panting heavily.

"So many people have come down from the mountain! A dark mass, all of them martial arts practitioners wielding knives and swords—this humble monk has never seen such a sight before!"

The young novice monk's face was filled with terror, and his voice trembled:

"Master, are they going to attack Tianmen? Will we...will we be implicated?"

Yuanjue slowly turned around.

The chilling ruthlessness that had just been there vanished without a trace in an instant—

Instead, it has a radiant countenance that embodies the utmost compassion.

"Amitabha."

He reached out his palm and gently placed it on the young novice's head, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze melting snow:

"Do not be afraid. The battles and killings of the mortal world have nothing to do with our Buddhist sect. Tianwen Temple is far from Tianmen, and those matters of war cannot reach our pure land."

"Go back to your meditation room and chant sutras. If you have Buddha in your heart, you have nothing to fear."

The young novice nodded repeatedly, clasped his hands in prayer, and left.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Yuanjue watched the slender figure disappear at the end of the corridor—

The compassionate smile on his lips peeled away inch by inch.

It revealed its true, chilling nature beneath.

"Indra... your death is finally here."

He whispered, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of rust were rubbing against each other.

A scene from many years ago flashed through my mind—

That arrogant man, who was as arrogant as a god or demon, merely pointed casually as he passed by, and he nailed this unlucky fellow to this tiny ancient temple, forcibly shoving this heavy, mountain-like golden cassock into his hands.

At first——

Have you ever asked me, an old man, whether I am willing or not?

You merely made a casual move, yet you expect me to waste my entire life in front of this ancient Buddha and the dim lamp!

"You old thief, do you even understand—"

Yuanjue clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking from the excessive force.

"What I desire in this life is a life of pleasure and debauchery, surrounded by beautiful women! Not to spend my entire life chanting scriptures in this dark and dreary place!"

His gaze toward the Heavenly Gate was even colder than the biting wind of the far north.

"Indra—I chant sutras day and night, and every verse I utter is a curse wishing you a terrible death!"

The wind was fierce, and the snow was heavy.

The vast and mighty martial arts army finally arrived at the isolated peak above the raging sea.

Leading the way, two teenagers walked with their hands behind their backs, their brows furrowed with an air of arrogance that held the power of life and death.

The two brothers exuded a chilling aura of killing intent.

Beside them, Xu Fu walked with his head down, a half-smile on his face, his thoughts unreadable.

In the middle of the group, several middle-aged sect leaders whispered among themselves.

"After we conquer Tianmen, how will we divide up those secret manuals and divine weapons? We can't let the Duan brothers take them all, can we?"

"Shh—keep your voice down! How dare you shout something like that? You should at least stay alive."

"Hmph, Tianmen has accumulated countless resources. They'll take advantage of the chaos to grab as much as they can. Who cares who else cares?"

The whispers were torn to shreds by the north wind.

Before the battle even began, these people's minds were already on dividing up the spoils—

Whether Indra is dead or alive has become secondary.

Fengyun and Wuming walked calmly at the back of the group.

Nie Feng possessed a refined and elegant demeanor, with a gentle and serene expression, as if he were strolling through the misty rain of Jiangnan rather than on a grim battlefield.

Bu Jingyun kept his eyes straight ahead and walked with a leisurely gait, yet he possessed an unyielding and imposing aura.

The nameless figure stood alone with his hands behind his back, exuding a sense of peace and tranquility amidst the overwhelming killing intent.

Huai Kong, Huai Mie, and Bai Ling stood quietly beside the wind and clouds.

Huai Kong stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep and calm as the waters of an abyss.

Huai Mie lowered his eyes slightly, his body's energy concentrated but not released, revealing no emotion.

Bai Ling remained composed, yet her every step exuded a cool and resolute air that rivaled even the most stern and determined man.

Just as the heroes, each with their own thoughts and focused their attention on the majestic stone gate—

A mile away, in the vast ice field, two figures were slowly walking towards them, braving the biting snow.

With the wind and snow obscuring their vision, everyone gathered in front of the stone gate, and no one noticed them.

One tall, one short; one robust, one refined.

It was Kim and Yong-ah.

They were not members of the Anti-Heaven Alliance, yet they all appeared here by chance.

Long'er's gaze was cold as she stared at the summit.

He came here solely to see it with his own eyes—

What earth-shattering abilities did Indra, who dared to change his title to "Heaven," possess?

Gold, on the other hand, is like a silent shadow.

Wherever Long'er goes, he will follow.

"Hmph! What kind of broken stone gate dares to block the path of heroes from all over the world? Watch me chop it down!"

A piercing, sinister laugh erupted from the crowd.

Lei Qianjun, the leader of the Broken Mountain Gang, wielded a thick-backed, wind-splashing blade weighing hundreds of kilograms. His face, full of scarred flesh, trembled as he strode out from the crowd.

He was eager to show off his skills in front of everyone—

With a roar, he swung his steel blade with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, slashing down at the Tai Chi diagram on the stone gate!

"when--!!!"

The deafening clang of metal echoed across the desolate, towering mountains.

Sparks flew.

however--

The stone gate remained perfectly still, without even a crack.

On the contrary, it was the steel knife in Lei Qianjun's hand—

With a crisp crack, the blade shattered into several pieces of broken iron!

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

Lei Qianjun was shocked; his tiger's mouth split open, and his hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably.

A burst of mocking laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Ha, if you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. You're just making a fool of yourself!"

"That's it? You dare to be the first to charge in? You think you're making the martial arts world proud?"

The sect leaders who had been gossiping privately earlier laughed the most unrestrainedly, one of them even clapping his hands in a sarcastic tone:

"Chief Lei's strike was truly... breathtaking."

Lei Qianjun's face turned red, and he trembled as he gripped the broken hilt of the knife.

He glared at those gloating faces, his clenched fists bulging with veins—but ultimately he didn't lash out.

Just when he was extremely embarrassed and ashamed—

That's enough.

A clear, cold shout instantly drowned out the noise in the room.

Duan Shen's cold gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the faces of the few sect leaders who were laughing the loudest, lingering for a moment longer.

That gaze was colder than a knife.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the group instinctively took a half-step back.

"Lei Gang Leader's intervention is also to pave the way for the alliance, so no one should speak sarcastically behind his back."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces that had just been mocking him—

"With a formidable enemy at hand, if you dare to cause trouble among yourselves again—don't blame me for being ruthless."

The previously noisy crowd was suddenly struck by this sharp edge and shuddered, falling silent as if startled.

Lei Qianjun cast a grateful glance at him, only to see that Duan Shen didn't even look at him—

She simply gave her younger brother a subtle look.

"Second brother, it's your turn to make a move."

Upon hearing this, Duan Wu's lips curled into a faint, sinister smile.

Deep within the dense forest two miles away, several profound and abyssal auras were quietly lurking.

The Blue Moon Sect's Holy Master stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the direction of the stone gate.

Beside him, Xuexin stood solemnly.

It's not just them.

Fengyun, Wuming, Huaikong, and others, along with Long'er and Jin, who were approaching from about a mile away—

Everyone held their breath, eager to see just how capable this young son of the alliance leader truly was.

Duanwu has made a move.

No—in most people's eyes, he didn't move at all.

He took only half a step out into the heavy snow, his right hand seemingly raised casually in front of him.

That's it.

There were no overwhelming sword strikes, no earth-shattering explosions.

Even the wind and snow in the air were not disturbed in the slightest.

"alright."

Duan Wu clapped his hands, looking as relaxed as if he had simply brushed a speck of dust off his clothes.

"Okay... all done?"

The assembled heroes looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Bu Jingyun frowned and said in a low voice, "Did you see what he just did?"

Nie Feng did not answer Bu Jingyun, but turned to look at Wuming.

Wuming shook his head slightly.

Nie Feng's demonic eyes slowly narrowed, his expression somewhat strange—

It's as if they've seen it clearly, but are reluctant to believe what they've seen.

"He kicked that stone door," Nie Feng said in a low voice. "Not just once... but many times."

Bu Jingyun frowned: "How much?"

"Countless feet." Nie Feng shook his head.

"My magic eye only caught a few afterimages of the feet—each foot landed in a different spot, but the speed was so fast that... the stone door didn't even have time to shatter."

Bu Jingyun remained silent.

Wuming sighed softly, "Duan Lang's son is indeed extraordinary."

Huai Mie stood in the crowd, without saying a word.

He didn't see it clearly.

Having fought Duan Shen before, he admitted that his opponent was superior to him.

But at least, he can keep up with Duan Shen's speed.

But he couldn't even catch Duan Wu's attack.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

In the dense forest, the Blue Moon Saint Lord's pupils suddenly contracted—he couldn't see anything clearly.

In the snowy plain, Long'er suddenly stopped.

He was stunned.

The other person looked to be about the same age as him—but he couldn't even see what the other person did.

This realization caused the usually arrogant sword-wielding boy to fall silent, a rare occurrence for him.

Jin, standing beside him, stared intently at the summit.

He could see the other person's speed clearly.

That kind of leg technique that can shatter the void... is definitely not something that can be mastered by ordinary martial arts.

Such a terrifying foundation and skill level likely originated from the teachings of the same person.