I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A complex light flashed in his golden eyes—

Could it be... that Duanwu is also Master's disciple?

Among the heroes, Xu Fu also saw the whole picture.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was experiencing a tremendous upheaval.

Duan Lang's son... his skill level wasn't particularly high, but his leg techniques were exquisite. The speed he could unleash in an instant was in no way inferior to Nie Feng's Wind God Kick!

This kid is definitely not simple.

Duan Wu looked at the stunned expressions on everyone's faces with a smug expression.

He chuckled, pointed to the still-standing, unmoving Tai Chi stone gate, and gestured towards Lei Qianjun, who was huddled at the back of the crowd—

"Chief Lei, go and touch this stone door."

Lei Qianjun looked completely bewildered.

He looked at the ancient and heavy stone gate, and then at Duan Wu sitting calmly on the fishing platform. Although he had some doubts, he could only bite the bullet and walk forward.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly—

My fingertips lightly touched the heavy, mountain-like stone gate.

"Buzz—"

next moment.

The entire stone gate, several meters thick and weighing over a million kilograms, was destroyed by Lei Qianjun's touch, which was as light as a feather—

It collapsed with a roar.

It transformed into hundreds and thousands of perfectly shaped stone bricks, which fell to the ground in unison, producing a dull and rhythmic thud.

The cut of each broken brick was as smooth as a mirror.

This stone gate, which had stood for countless years, was silently reduced to a pile of broken bricks right before everyone's eyes.

From then on, the Heavenly Gate was no longer open.

"hiss--!!!"

The crowd gasped in unison.

This isn't a stone at all.

This was clearly Duanwu who, in an instant, had slashed the entire stone gate into this shape—

However, because his leg speed was so fast, the stone gate actually remained intact in place!

The insults stopped, and so did the snickers.

The sect leaders who had been laughing the loudest at Lei Qianjun just now had faces that were three times paler than the snow in the far north.

A chill of fear crept up everyone's spine.

This is no ordinary stone—

It is a dragon-slaying stone weighing over a million kilograms, produced in an extremely cold region!

The young leader of the Duan family strikes swiftly and ruthlessly; if he were to hit someone…

They probably wouldn't even have time to scream before they were sliced ​​to pieces on the spot!

Duan Wu glanced at the crowd and scoffed, "Making a fuss over nothing."

He pretended to be disdainful, but he was secretly overjoyed.

Duan Shen ignored his younger brother's smug, self-satisfied expression and gestured with his chin towards the crowd:

"Walk."

The group stepped over the loose stones, the mountain wind was fierce like a knife, and their faces stung.

Looking into the distance—

Ahead lay a sheer cliff, with towering waves crashing against the precipice below, shattering into a cloud of white foam, their force like rolling thunder.

The clouds and mist dissipated.

On the raging waves, a dozen or so massive warships rose and fell with the waves, like ancient beasts in slumber.

On the black ship with red patterns, specially made flags fluttered wildly in the wind, with the two characters "Fan Tian" (meaning "Rebel Against Heaven") written in bold, flowing strokes, carrying an air of defying the heavens with aloofness.

Duan Shen stood on the edge of the cliff, his long hair disheveled by the wind, his gaze piercing the abyss as he coldly gave the order:

"Sect leaders, you may leave now."

His tone was calm, but it struck the assembled heroes like a thunderclap.

The previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly, exchanging bewildered glances, their faces showing embarrassment.

The cliff is hundreds of feet high, almost vertical, with no foothold.

Even the sect leader, who usually prided himself on his unparalleled lightness skills, was terrified at this moment.

One man chuckled dryly a few times, then cupped his hands and said:

"Alliance Leader, this height... our lightness skills are mediocre. If we jump down rashly, we might not even see Emperor Shitian before we go to see Grandmother."

The sect leaders all echoed this sentiment, and the situation became deadlocked for a time.

"Then don't go."

Another voice suddenly rang out—

It was an elderly man in gray robes. He took half a step back, his voice not loud but clear enough:

"I've been thinking about this... The Heavenly Gate of Indra is probably not a place that ordinary people like us can set foot in."

"It's best to stay out of this mess."

Upon hearing this, several sect leaders who were already considering resigning lit up with excitement and nodded secretly.

The crowd began to stir.

Duan Shen frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing across his face.

He didn't speak, but slowly turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a knife as it fell on the old man in gray.

The old man in gray froze instantly.

Duan Wu sneered from the side:

"If you don't want to go, then just jump off this cliff—you're going to die anyway, so dying at the hands of Indra is at least dying on the battlefield, while deserting in the face of battle..."

He casually clenched his fist, his smile growing even brighter:

"To die by my hand wouldn't sound very good."

The old man in gray trembled a few times, but couldn't utter a single word.

Those around who wanted to agree and back down also shut their mouths.

Just as the stalemate was about to be completely torn apart by fear and anger—

A gentle breeze swept past from behind the crowd.

Three figures emerged from the crowd, one after the other.

Nie Feng smiled, his movements revealing no effort.

The moment he reached the edge of the cliff, he transformed into a blue tornado, pulling in all the wind and snow that surrounded him for hundreds of feet.

The wind is him.

He is the wind.

This cyan wind column, like an angry dragon swooping down, swept straight towards the fleet below!

Bu Jingyun followed closely behind with a cold expression.

His once imposing figure vanished as quickly as ink sank into a clear pond during his fall.

In the blink of an eye, it completely transformed into a dense, ever-changing cloud.

Clouds have no fixed form, and water has no fixed shape.

The figure was neither real nor ethereal, billowing and swirling amidst the howling sea wind, its movements unpredictable and utterly enigmatic.

The nameless man walked calmly to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back.

He didn't even glance at the roaring sea beneath his feet—

With a single stroke of two fingers together, the entire person becomes crystal clear in an instant.

Body and sword become one, the realm of Heavenly Sword.

He transformed into a magnificent, gigantic sword beam, leaping off the edge of the cliff without any finesse, displaying only an overwhelming sword aura capable of suppressing all things.

The "Heavenly Sword" cleaved through the wind and descended, heading straight for the fleet below.

The heroes on the cliff stood there dumbfounded.

Wind, cloud, and sword—three movement techniques were unleashed simultaneously.

The sect leaders who had just been complaining about "mediocre lightness skills" now had their faces flushed red, wishing they could swallow back their words and even their front teeth.

Before the crowd could finish marveling at what had happened, another strange movement occurred at the edge of the cliff.

Two figures darted out of the crowd and leaped down.

As Jin stepped off the cliff, his figure vanished instantly, like a gust of wind rising from the tip of a duckweed, disappearing in an instant, so fast that not even a shadow was left behind.

Long'er's movement techniques are completely different.

Between the cliff and the raging sea, a few white figures float in the wind; they are seabirds soaring against the cold wind.

He used Water Shift, his toes barely touching the ground, each step landing precisely on the back of a flying bird, as light as if he were walking on water.

The seabirds cried out in alarm, their wings flapping askew, but the person had already gracefully swung onto the back of the next one, their posture extremely composed.

But only two finger snaps.

Jin had already landed on the deck silently.

Long'er followed closely behind and gracefully descended, equally light and silent.

The three members of Fengyun, who had arrived earlier, were already standing on the deck.

Nie Feng was the first to step forward, his gaze falling on Jin, a smile on his face, and he proactively cupped his hands in greeting:

"Brother Jin, it's been a long time."

Jin nodded slightly and returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Hero Nie."

It was extremely brief, yet there wasn't a single impolite thing about it.

Nie Feng glanced at Jin, then at Long'er behind him, and asked, "Brother Jin, is your trip also for Di Shitian?"

Jin shook his head: "Not for Indra."

He paused, gazing at the raging sea in the distance: "I just don't want to miss a battle between the pinnacle of martial arts."

The nameless gaze passed over Jin and landed on Long'er.

A gentle hint of approval flickered in his eyes.

"Long'er".

"Your swordsmanship has improved considerably since the last time we met."

Long'er glanced at Wuming expressionlessly and said indifferently, "Thank you for your praise, senior."

After saying that, he turned his head, found a quiet corner, sat down by the ship's railing, and said no more.

Wuming didn't care, he just shook his head slightly, a smile on his lips like that of an elder looking at a junior.

Bu Jingyun stood to the side, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He glanced at Nie Feng, then at Wuming, then at Jin and Long'er—

These four people seemed to know each other, but he didn't recognize any of them.

"Wind." Bu Jingyun finally couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

"Who are these two kids?"

Nie Feng smiled upon hearing this, and turned to introduce Bu Jingyun:

"This is Jin. I met him once at the Motuo Lanruo Temple. Although he is young, his cultivation is unfathomable."

He paused, then tilted his head towards Long'er, who was sitting in the corner:

"That is Long'er, a natural-born swordsman, whose swordsmanship is so profound that even the nameless senior praised him highly."

After hearing this, Bu Jingyun glanced at Jin and Long'er casually, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Feng Shimei is known for her kind heart and sweet tongue; she loves to praise everyone she meets.

How capable can two juniors be?

He didn't want to think about it anymore, so he sat down cross-legged in a corner of the deck and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Immediately afterwards, several more figures jumped off the cliff.

Those who dared to be the first to descend the cliff were all master-level experts with unparalleled lightness skills, each displaying their unique abilities.

But after them, no one moved on the cliff.

The remaining sect leaders and gang leaders looked at each other, their faces growing increasingly grim.

A vertical drop of hundreds of feet lay before us like an insurmountable chasm, with the raging black waves crashing down below, ready to shatter everything in their path.

If you jump, you will be smashed to pieces.

An uproar broke out among the crowd, with complaints pouring in.

"Alliance Leader, forgive my bluntness... but this cliff is beyond our capabilities!"

"Indeed! Though we are not talented, we are still the leaders of our respective sects. If we were to fall to our deaths at the bottom of this cliff, wouldn't we become a laughingstock?"

"Or... shall we think of another way?"

Duan Shen stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, listening to the commotion behind him, and slowly turned around.

"What's the rush?"

The crowd fell silent and all looked at him.

He glanced at his younger brother.

"Sever martial arts, pave the way for them."

Duan Wu smiled slightly, stepped forward, and stood on the edge of the cliff.

A strong wind rushed into his robes, making his long hair fly wildly.

He looked down at the ships hundreds of feet below, his gaze calm. He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers clasped together, and suddenly lifted it towards the deck.

A huge bundle of red cloth piled on the deck suddenly burst open.

One end of the cloth bundle seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, bursting up against gravity like a crimson waterfall of blood flowing backwards into the sky.

The cloth, carrying terrifying energy, pierced the heart of the cliff with a deafening roar.

It pierced the stone three zhang deep, sparks flying everywhere.

Retrieving objects remotely, all in one smooth motion.

Under the infusion of Duanwu's internal force, the entire red silk suddenly transformed from extremely soft to extremely hard, taut in the void, and turned into a long, crimson road that stretched diagonally across the heavens and earth.

The wind struck it, producing a metallic clang that echoed throughout the entire precipitous mountain range.