I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Kuang Lei casually squatted down to be at eye level with the boy, grinned, and asked:

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

The boy paused for a moment, then calmly shook his head:

"It has no name."

"No name?" Kuang Lei was taken aback, scratched the back of his head, and then asked again.

"Then you are His Majesty's prince?"

The boy did not answer the question.

He simply stood quietly in place, his gaze passing over Kuang Lei's shoulder and looking towards the distant horizon dyed red by the setting sun.

Kuang Lei opened his mouth, wanting to ask another question, but Zi Dian had already reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

Kuang Lei pursed his lips and said no more.

The ocean was as black as ink, and a cold wave surged.

The large ship sailed through the frigid, icy waves until a colossal iceberg, stretching across the sky and earth like a wall of despair, suddenly rose at the edge of everyone's sight.

This iceberg soars into the clouds, its entire body shimmering with a cold luster, its thickness unknown.

What chilled everyone even more was that the ice wall stretched for dozens of miles on both sides, like a piece of solid iron that had been formed naturally, blocking their way.

This is the first perilous barrier locked outside the Heavenly Gate.

The fleet was forced to stop.

The deck was deathly silent, then erupted into an uncontrollable commotion.

"The headquarters of Tianmen is located in this godforsaken place? People live in this ice cave? Aren't they cold?"

"My goodness, what's the difference between this and living in a grave... No wonder Indra is insane."

"Alliance Leader, is this truly the Heavenly Gate's lair?"

Several sect leaders, their faces etched with worry, shivered in the bone-chilling wind, all looking toward the bow of the ship.

Duan Shen stood at the bow of the ship, arms crossed, staring coldly at the iceberg for a long time.

"What's the panic?" He didn't even turn his head, his voice colder than an iceberg. "Smash anything that's blocking your way."

Having said that, he strode up to the bow of the ship and slowly clenched his right fist.

An overwhelming and irresistible fist intent rose from his body, so intense that it almost materialized.

The snow on the deck was forced to melt away inch by inch by this force, and the ship's hull trembled slightly beneath our feet.

The veins on his right arm bulged, and he poured his inner energy into his fist, unleashing a powerful punch!

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves, yet it carried a tremendous force capable of splitting mountains and shattering peaks.

boom--!!

Wherever the fist passed, the iceberg was struck as if by lightning, and the solid ice that had remained frozen for thousands of years crumbled and collapsed inch by inch under this punch.

The terrifying force of the fist swept straight through, carving out a massive passage hundreds of feet wide that stretched to the other side within the incredibly thick ice mountain.

One punch traversed dozens of miles across the entire iceberg!

The passageway is wide and smooth, allowing several large ships to sail side by side.

The area around the fleet fell into a deathly silence.

The sect leaders and masters who had been weighing the options in their hearts now felt a chill run down their spines—

That was the instinctive terror when faced with inhuman power.

"Our Alliance Leader is truly awe-inspiring! We are willing to follow you to the death with such power to move mountains and fill seas!"

"The Alliance Leader's divine skills are boundless!"

Praise erupted like a tidal wave.

The entire ship full of experts knelt on one knee, shouting praises at Duan Shen's retreating figure, showering him with flattery.

Without turning his head, Duan Shen simply said, "Get up, all of you, stop kneeling."

Duan Wu stood three steps behind him, arms crossed, a slight, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

In the crowd, Huai Mie stared intently at the deep fist hole, his clenched fists turning white from excessive force.

He once boasted of his arrogance and always wanted to find an opportunity to settle things with Duan Shen again.

But seeing this punch, he realized with shock that his strongest move was insignificant in front of his opponent.

Huai Kong noticed the dejection in his elder brother's heart, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered:

"Brother, don't panic. Our only purpose in coming here is to kill Indra."

Huai Mie gave a bitter laugh and finally loosened his tightly clenched fist.

On the other side of the deck, several pairs of eyes watched all of this with their own thoughts.

Bu Jingyun's expression was solemn, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

He could see it clearly—the force of that punch was the culmination of at least several hundred years of accumulated skill.

How could a teenager do that?

Either this kid has an astonishing physique, or the fist technique he cultivates is so powerful that it's beyond comprehension.

Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly, a rare hint of emotion flashing in his gaze.

He had roamed the martial world for most of his life, boasting that he had seen countless masters, yet he had never seen such martial intent in a young man before—

That is a terrifying foundation capable of shattering stars.

Nie Feng's reaction was different from that of the others.

Although he was equally shocked, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Duan Shen was his own younger brother, a blood relative.

This kid is amazing, and he felt a little proud.

Long'er stared intently at the huge fist-shaped hole in the iceberg, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword at her waist.

He knew in his heart that even if he used all his strength in a single sword strike, he could never unleash such earth-shattering power.

Jin kept his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face remaining calm and composed.

But deep down he was already certain—

The martial arts practiced by Duan Shen and Duan Wu must have been personally taught by their master.

Xu Fu, mingling among the crowd, remained calm.

Having lived for two thousand years, very few things can move him anymore.

But at that moment, his eyes flickered slightly.

That wasn't anger.

It was surprise.

Another monster has emerged from the Duan Lang family?

The road that stretched for dozens of miles across the iceberg completely shattered the last shred of hope in his heart.

He sensed it very clearly.

The punch from Duan Shen was devoid of any fancy moves; it was pure, utter destruction.

This destructive power has exceeded the limits that the Sacred Heart Technique can withstand.

The Sacred Heart Technique excels at protecting the body and prolonging life, as well as protecting oneself from yin and cold.

However, even if he activated his full power to the maximum, he was not confident that he could escape unscathed from such a direct attack that could shatter mountains and split peaks.

Beyond the shock, a sliver of greed also arose within him.

If we can seize this boy's fist technique, then the Sacred Heart Technique will be truly complete.

Xu Fu lowered his gaze, suppressing the surging desire in his heart.

He knew very well that this young man was no ordinary person.

The matter of seizing the scriptures cannot be rushed.

This greed eventually transformed into a deeper murderous intent, sinking into the depths of his heart.

In the waters behind Duan Shen's fleet, the Blue Moon Sect's giant ship was struggling to move forward, crushing through the broken ice.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the horizon ahead.

Even through the thick fog, the tremor still pressed down along the sea surface, making the entire giant ship hum.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord's expression changed slightly, his azure eyes fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

"Heart Man, did you hear me?"

"Something's happened up ahead."

Xue Xin narrowed his eyes, listened for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Such a commotion probably means that a large amount of explosives were used."

Blue Moon Saint Lord sneered.

"A large amount of explosives?"

"Perhaps."

He stared at the swirling snow and wind ahead, his gaze slightly somber.

Further back, on a lone boat, Huang Ying suddenly pressed down on the gunwale.

The loud noise, which came from dozens of miles away, made the ship sway slightly.

He slowly rose, placed his right hand on the hilt of the Jingji Blade, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"This commotion..."

"What exactly happened?"

The wind and snow obscured his vision.

He couldn't see anything, he could only stare in the direction from which the sound came, and his expression grew increasingly somber.

Meanwhile, the Tianmen headquarters was in complete chaos.

Duan Shen's punch not only carved a path through the icebergs that stretched for dozens of miles, but also directly blasted a corner of the core area of ​​the Tianmen headquarters into collapse.

Where the aftershocks of the punch swept, several Tianmen experts on patrol didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist and bone dust.

"The gates of heaven have collapsed!"

"Run! Run!"

Terrified screams echoed through the corridors of the ice castle.

Those usually arrogant experts from the human realm were terrified when they saw the main altar collapse.

Some people didn't even bother to grab their weapons; they just rolled up their hidden bundles and ran out.

But places like Tianmen are easy to get into, but difficult to get out of.

Several die-hard loyalists, their eyes bloodshot, blocked the exit of the ice corridor with their swords drawn.

"stop!"

Where are you going?

The lead fleeing man paused, turned back, and roared:

"Didn't you fucking see?! The main altar has collapsed! Are we going to stay here and be buried with them if we don't leave?!"

"Where is Indra? Where is he?" another person shouted, their voice trembling.

"We've been working for him for so many years, and he hasn't even shown his face! What does he take us for? Cannon fodder?!"

The loyalist's blade remained unmoved, his tone icy:

"Tianmen is everything to us."

"Indra gave us power, status, and things we could only dream of in the outside world!"

"With a formidable enemy at our doorstep, you think you can just run away?"

"That's everything you have!" The fleeing man suddenly drew his dagger and pointed it at the other side.

"I've had enough! I entered Tianmen seeking a way to live, not a way to die!"

The two sides faced off in the ice corridor, their killing intent and fear intertwined.

The silence lasted only a breath.

The die-hard supporters struck first.

"Those who betray Tianmen shall die!"

With a flash of light, the first corpse fell onto the ice.

In an instant, screams, curses, and the clash of weapons erupted from the depths of the ice fortress.

The once solemn and imposing Heavenly Gate Holy Land was instantly transformed into a sea of ​​blood.

Corpses fell one after another, crimson blood spreading along the ice cracks, exuding a decaying aura of impending doom.

The wind and snow were howling.

A dozen or so massive warships finally made their way along the glacial path created by Duan Shen's punch, reaching Tianmen and brazenly docking at the shore.

The black iron anchor chain crashed to the ground, sending ice chips flying up from the frozen rocky beach.

Everyone eagerly jumped off the deck.

"You bastards from Tianmen, I'm here!"

"Hahaha! These bastards are already fighting amongst themselves! Brothers, let's pick up the pieces!"

"Whoever snatches Indra's head will become famous throughout the martial world! Charge!"

A young sect leader drew his sword and jumped off the boat. As soon as he landed, a burly sect leader grabbed him by the back of the collar.

"Kid, what's the rush? Let your grandpa go first."

"Bullshit! Why should you go first?"

"Just because I've eaten twenty more meals than you!"

The two argued briefly, but neither stopped, and they pushed and shoved each other as they rushed into the battlefield.

The blade flashed like snow, and the palm strikes were like thunder.

The Tianmen people, already in complete disarray, were unable to mount any decent resistance against this group of bloodthirsty martial artists. In the blink of an eye, they were slaughtered, with limbs flying everywhere.

But in this battlefield filled with deafening battle cries and rife with blood and gore, the truly terrifying figures didn't take these people seriously at all.