I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The cliff was completely silent.

The sect leaders who had been shouting just moments before fell silent, staring dumbfounded at the unbelievable scene before them.

Duan Wu withdrew his right hand and clapped his hands.

"Brother, it's done."

His tone was calm, without the slightest hint of boasting.

After a brief silence, the cliffside suddenly erupted in chaos.

"The Second Alliance Leader's divine skills are unparalleled! Such a method of creating objects from a distance is rarely seen throughout history!"

"In all my years, I've never witnessed such a stroke of luck!"

"I have been quite offensive just now, and I hope the Second Alliance Leader will forgive me!"

Several sect leaders swarmed around Duan Wu, showering him with flattery and beaming with smiles brighter than flowers.

Duan Wu remained calm and slightly raised his hand: "It was nothing, please don't worry about it."

He was the first to step onto the crimson path, his toes landing firmly on the taut red silk, as steady as if on flat ground.

Duan Shen glanced at the assembled heroes.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

The sect leaders rushed up the red ribbon, eager not to be left behind and have their faces remembered.

In the crowd, Huai Mie stared at the crimson ribbon for a long time without saying a word.

That move just now, lifting something from a distance, using softness to overcome hardness—

He asked himself honestly, "If I were in that situation, I couldn't do it."

The difference in cultivation level weighed heavily on Huai Mie's heart, even colder than the wind and snow in the far north.

"Big brother." Huai Kong's voice sounded from behind, as gentle as ever.

"It's time to go."

Huai Mie withdrew his gaze, quickly suppressing the shock on his face.

He snorted and didn't say anything more.

Huai Kong didn't mind his brother's coldness. He turned and put his arm around Bai Ling's slender waist, giving her a slight smile.

"Hold me tight."

Bai Ling put her hands on his shoulders and nodded gently.

The three stepped onto the red ribbon and floated down.

Among the crowd, Xu Fu kept his head down and silently followed the others onto the red ribbon, blending into the ranks of the sect leaders without making a sound, completely inconspicuous.

Duan Shen, as the leader of the alliance, held the rear guard.

Seeing that there was no one else on the cliff, he put his hands behind his back, stepped onto the red ribbon, and strode down.

The moment he took his first step.

"boom!"

One end of the red cloth, which was embedded deep in the cliff, was violently shaken off the rock by an unparalleled burst of energy!

Duan Shen didn't even turn his head, continuing to walk down with his hands behind his back.

A scene that made everyone gasp in shock appeared—

For every foot he walked, the red silk would roll up a foot behind him!

The person falls with the cloth, and the cloth rolls up with the person.

The moment his feet firmly touched the deck.

The last inch of red silk was then completely rolled up.

The hundreds-of-foot-long red ribbon was completely gathered, transforming into a tight, enormous bundle of cloth, which rolled steadily back to its original position on the deck.

Everything was returned to its original place, without the slightest error.

He could draw a hundreds-of-foots-long ribbon with his own aura alone, so domineering.

The whole process was leisurely and unhurried, exuding an indescribable domineering composure.

The momentous act of collecting cloth that had shaken the world just moments before ended so casually.

At this moment, the heroes of the martial arts world had all boarded the various large ships.

Across the surging waves, sycophantic voices echoed from other large ships.

"The Grand Alliance Leader's divine skills are unparalleled! Such power is truly rare throughout history!"

"With the Grand Alliance Leader personally leading the army, Indra is doomed!"

Duan Shen ignored the flattery and strode to the bow of the ship.

He took a deep breath, and his powerful inner strength surged within his chest, transforming into a thunderous roar that could shatter metal and split rocks, instantly echoing throughout all the ships:

"set sail--!"

The angry shout, imbued with profound power, even momentarily dispersed the surrounding cold mist.

Whoosh!

A dozen or so large ships raised their sails in unison.

A somber, desolate bugle call rolled in, and the bow of the ship violently cleaved through the vast expanse of icy waves in the gale, sailing majestically northward.

A cold wind howled on the deck.

Duan Shen's gaze suddenly shifted and landed on Xu Fu.

He snorted coldly, a mocking smile curving his lips, his tone undisguisedly sarcastic: "Senior Xu."

Xu Fu, looking humble, immediately stepped forward upon hearing this, bowing with a beaming smile:

"What are your orders, Alliance Leader?"

"I'm thinking..." Duan Shen crossed his arms, his gaze intensely pressing down on him.

"When you actually reach the Heavenly Gate, if you encounter Indra, will you soften your heart and deliberately let him go?"

Xu Fu's face turned solemn, he straightened his back abruptly, his expression radiating righteous indignation, and he solemnly bowed with his hands clasped:

"What are you saying, Alliance Leader! Emperor Shitian has wreaked havoc on the world and committed countless evils. I, Xu, am sworn to be the enemy of such a demon!"

"Now that I have joined the alliance army on this expedition, I will naturally go through fire and water, stand firmly on the side of the righteous path of the martial world, and fight Emperor Shitian to the death!"

Duan Shen stared at his righteous and awe-inspiring face for two seconds, then snorted coldly from his nose, too lazy to look at him again, and turned to look at the vast and boundless raging sea.

The Anti-Heaven Alliance's fleet gradually disappeared into the swirling snow and wind, vanishing completely at the horizon.

On the sheer cliff, the wind and snow continue.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord stood on the edge of the cliff, his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and unwavering as he watched the departing fleet, never moving an inch from beginning to end.

Xue Xinnan and the five flag leaders stood behind him, while further away were a dense mass of elite disciples of the Blue Moon Sect, standing silently in the wind and snow.

"Heart Man".

"exist."

"Did you see what that young man did just now?"

Xue Xin lowered her head slightly and answered honestly:

"I see clearly. Taking things from a distance is not difficult, but being able to control cloth like iron from hundreds of feet away... Duanwu's skill is unfathomable."

"Can you do it?"

Xue Xin was silent for a moment, then shook her head and replied, "I can't."

The Holy Lord paused, then turned his head without looking back:

"You come with me, while the Five Banners remain to guard the border."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large ship flying the Blue Moon flag sailed out from below the cliff.

With a slight movement, the Holy Lord touched the cliff with his toes and landed on the bow of the ship like a wisp of smoke, his robes not disheveled in the slightest.

Xue Xinnan followed closely behind, leaping down and landing steadily on the deck.

The long sails are raised.

The Blue Moon Sect's large ship cut through the waves, following the Anti-Heaven Alliance's trajectory, and sailed into the vast North Sea.

Amidst the vast, distant waves.

A giant sea turtle was carrying an old man, slowly cutting through the cold waves.

The old man sat cross-legged on the heavy tortoise shell, his sparse white hair scattered by the sea breeze.

He lowered his head and patted the millstone-like turtle shell, letting out a hoarse, murky laugh that sounded particularly out of place on the lifeless sea.

"Let's go...to the theater!"

The giant tortoise slowly paddled its limbs, carrying the old bones on its back, and sailed towards the Heavenly Gate, breaking through the waves.

But in another corner of the vast expanse of misty waters.

A small boat, without oars, drifted sideways, breaking through the ice and heading towards the Heavenly Gate.

The person on the boat was dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit, and held a long sword covered in terrifying killing intent in his arms.

His eyes were slightly closed, and golden sword energy swirled and pulsed around him, shattering the snow and wind within a radius of several feet into dust before it even fell.

Royal Shadow! !

The greatest swordsman in Japan was unwilling to miss this epic battle that would reshape the martial arts world.

The small boat eventually disappeared into the deeper and colder fog of the far north.

Far across the ocean in Japan, there is the Purple Qi Sect.

Inside the secluded and quiet shrine, the ancient corridors are hidden by lush bamboo.

This place is a forbidden area where the two founders, Zidian and Kuanglei, cultivate in seclusion. Normally, not only ordinary disciples, but even the direct descendants of the sect dare not set foot here without permission.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the long-standing silence.

The current sect leader, Matsumoto Taka, was deathly pale. He rushed into the inner courtyard of the shrine without even bothering to tidy his clothes.

He knelt on one knee in front of the heavy sliding door, his voice urgent and strained with fear:

"Grandmaster! That...that person has actually come in person!"

Inside the tightly closed wooden door, two terrifying auras, like rising purple vapor, suddenly surged forth.

Zi Dian slowly opened his eyes, and purple light exploded within his pupils.

The thunder roared, its deep rumble causing the entire roof to vibrate.

The two exchanged a glance, and at the same time, a tremendous storm raged in their hearts.

The only person in all of Japan who could terrify Matsumoto Taka and be addressed with such respect was that person high in the clouds.

His Majesty the Emperor.

Neither of them dared to be negligent in the slightest.

He rose to his feet, his figure transforming into two afterimages wreathed in purple lightning, instantly piercing through the walls and heading straight for the sect's main hall.

Inside the sect's main hall.

On a supreme wooden chair that should have belonged to the sect leader Matsumoto Taka, a majestic and godlike figure was now sitting steadily.

This person was dressed in an extremely luxurious brocade robe, and seemed relaxed. Every time he tapped the armrest with his fingertips, he could make the air in the hall feel heavy as lead.

This was Jue Tian, ​​who disguised himself as Emperor Kamui Ichifu.

Beside him stood a boy of about ten years old.

Although the boy's features still showed signs of immaturity, his clear, watery eyes were filled with an indomitable stubbornness.

Before long, two figures, like purple rays piercing the sky, crashed into the hall.

Zi Dian and Kuang Lei abruptly stopped at the foot of the steps. The surging purple wind around them had not yet dissipated when their gazes fell on the sect leader's seat at the head of the table.

Zi Dian's pupils contracted slightly as he immediately recognized the extremely luxurious brocade robe worn by the newcomer—

That is the imperial robe that only the Emperor is entitled to wear.

Without saying a word, he immediately prostrated himself, slamming his forehead heavily onto the stone slab, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty Zidian, I would like to pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Thunderclap reacted a beat slower, but just as Purple Lightning knelt, he followed suit, slamming one knee into the ground and letting out a deep, rumbling roar:

"Your subject, Kuang Lei, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

Jue Tian glanced down at the two of them, his gaze lingering on Zi Dian for a moment before shifting to Kuang Lei, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips.

Two old dogs, well-trained.

In the martial arts world of Japan, the strong are respected, but the Emperor's position is a supreme existence in the hearts of the Japanese, like a god.

Although these two were the pillars of the Purple Qi Sect, they dared not overstep their bounds in the face of the figure on the throne.

Seeing the Emperor calmly occupy the position of sect leader, the two felt no dissatisfaction whatsoever; on the contrary, they felt it was a great honor for the Purple Qi Sect.

"Rise up, please sit wherever you like."

Jue Tian spoke slowly, his tone revealing an unquestionable arrogance and indifference, perfectly portraying the demeanor of a superior.

The two thanked the emperor for his grace and carefully found their seats to the side.