I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun rushed side by side, their figures moving so fast that they were almost just afterimages.

A Tianmen expert roared and charged forward, but Bu Jingyun didn't even look at him. He raised his hand and waved his hand, and the man was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into a distant ice pillar.

Nie Feng kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, always looking upwards.

skyline.

Their only goal has always been Indra.

Wuming followed closely behind, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Each seemingly steady step carries a chilling, quiet pressure.

There was no need for words between the three; their feelings for each other were already clear.

Following them were Huai Mie, Huai Kong, and Bai Ling.

Huai Mie's body surged with powerful energy, his aura as fierce as a beast's.

With a casual chop, the person blocking his path exploded along with their weapon, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.

His eyes were fixed on the future, on the heavens, and on Indra.

"Brother, don't waste your energy here."

Huai Kong whispered a reminder, but his hands didn't stop moving at all.

With a flick of his finger, a burst of energy pierced through the air, sending the Tianmen disciple who was launching a sneak attack from the side flying.

Huai Mie did not respond; instead, he moved even faster.

Bai Ling remained silent, her dagger flashing like lightning in her palm.

Her moves were both steady and ruthless; every move was clean and efficient, without any unnecessary actions.

On the upper level of the enormous ice cave leading to the underworld, Duan Shen and Duan Wu walked side by side.

Duan Shen's steps were slow, but with each step, the ice beneath his feet emitted a subtle cracking sound.

The intent of his fist, which had not yet been truly unleashed, had already spread throughout his body, pressing dense cracks into the ice wall along its path, causing shards of ice to fall in a flurry.

Duanwu crossed his arms and followed beside his elder brother, a lazy smile always on his face.

As he passed by Huai Mie, he glanced at him sideways and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

His smile clearly carried a hint of youthful arrogance and playfulness.

Huai Mie immediately returned his gaze with an extremely fierce look.

Duan Wuhun didn't care, smiled and looked away, continuing forward.

Behind them, Xu Fu mingled in the crowd, his movements almost eerily light.

Everyone around him was rushing around, but he alone looked unusually calm, his steps neither hurried nor slow, yet he always steadily followed behind this group of top experts.

Nobody noticed him.

He even had a faint smile on his face.

This group of true killing gods have no regard for the mortal realm's lackeys.

In their eyes, this slaughterhouse littered with corpses was merely a step on the road to the real battlefield.

The true end is only above, in the deeper realms.

The killing intent surged like a tide, and the air currents were sharp as blades.

This group of experts, who gathered the strongest combat power in the world, went up the magnificent passageway built of solid ice, and finally stepped into the territory.

The scene before them, however, caused everyone to pause slightly.

The area was not the cramped cave one might imagine.

Quite the opposite.

All around, there were scattered ice palaces;

A series of magnificent ice steps spiral upwards around the mountainside;

The undulating palaces and corridors interlock, as if the entire heart of the iceberg had been hollowed out to create a magnificent and frigid ice crystal kingdom.

In the center of the open plaza at the heart of the territory, a massive ice platform, carved from millennia-old cold iron and solid ice, stands tall.

On the ice platform, eight figures with chilling auras stood in a row, solemn and imposing.

The Eight Great Generals of Tianmen.

Behind them, dozens of bare-chested orcs with bloodshot eyes were crouching low, letting out beast-like growls. Their muscles were bulging and their bodies reeked of a nauseating, pungent stench of blood.

"Heavenly Gate, a place of utmost importance, halt here!"

The powerful general in the center suddenly stepped forward and slammed his palm down from mid-air.

With a loud boom, the entire ice surface was shaken, causing a surge of cold air.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu finally stopped and stood at the edge of this open area.

Duan Shen coldly glanced at the eight so-called divine commanders, his face showing no emotion.

That expression wasn't one of disdain.

Instead, they simply didn't take them seriously at all.

Duan Wu crossed his arms, gestured towards the ice platform with his chin, and asked, turning his head:

"Bro, are you interested in these?"

Duan Shen spoke coldly:

"Just a few stray cats and dogs blocking the way."

"You're not worthy of my intervention."

On the other side, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun stood side by side, their expressions equally indifferent.

Bu Jingyun glanced at Nie Feng, who simply shook his head slightly.

The meaning is quite clear.

This kind of trash isn't worth their time.

Wuming stood at the back, not uttering a word, just quietly watching the ice platform.

But it was precisely because this group of people stopped that the eight great generals had a ridiculous illusion.

They thought that these people who had trespassed into their territory were intimidated by them.

"Hahaha! So these so-called heroes of the Central Plains are nothing special after all!"

"Before the divine might of us eight great generals, aren't you all too afraid to even take a step?"

"Just because those useless mortals can't stop you doesn't mean you're qualified to set foot in the underworld!"

Wild laughter echoed throughout the hall.

The eight divine generals laughed more and more wildly, and even the orcs behind them roared and howled, creating an astonishing scene.

Duan Wu chuckled and turned to look at Huai Mie, raising an eyebrow.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

Are you going to join or not?

"Noisy."

Huai Mie only replied with two words.

The next instant, his impatience and murderous intent exploded.

Having crossed the sea and fought this bloody battle, he had only one thought in his mind.

Kill Indra.

Now that his enemy is waiting at a higher place, he has no patience left to listen to these dogs barking in his way.

The pent-up violence finally exploded at this moment.

He turned his head and met Huai Kong's gaze.

He didn't speak.

There's no need to say anything at all.

The unspoken understanding between the two brothers, ingrained in their very being, was fully realized in that single glance.

next moment.

Before the laughter had even subsided, two domineering figures shot out like two meteors tearing through the cold mist towards the eight great generals on the ice platform!

The eight great generals' wild laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Instead, there were faces contorted with humiliation.

"court death!"

The eight men roared in unison, their bodies leaping up simultaneously.

In an instant, palm shadows crisscrossed, layer upon layer, and a chilling aura swept out like a raging torrent.

The entire palace was instantly filled with howling winds, and the surrounding ice walls cracked and creaked under the force of the extremely cold palm strike, with large shards of ice falling down.

However, this combined palm strike, which was enough to terrify even grandmasters, was not even the slightest threat in Huai Mie's eyes.

"Seven Primordial Strike Forces, Shattering the Heavens!"

Huai Mie let out a low growl, his strength suddenly gathered, and instead of retreating, he advanced, crashing head-on into the heavy palm shadows.

boom!

With a single palm strike, the chest of the first divine general collapsed on the spot.

It was as if he had been struck head-on by a massive hammer; before he could even scream, he was sent flying backward.

It crashed through several icicles along the way, finally slamming heavily to the ground, its flesh mangled and unrecognizable.

Huai Mie didn't stop, and launched another attack with a backhand.

"Break the electric potential!"

His fingertips swept across the void, creating a sharp, explosive sound, so fast it was almost a flash.

The two generals who flanked from the side felt a chill in their throats.

The next instant, a force as sharp as a steel needle pierced through his throat and emerged from the back of his neck.

The two men froze simultaneously, collapsing to the ground before they could even groan, their bright red blood spreading rapidly along the ice.

"Heart-Stirring Thunder!"

Huai Mie took a step closer to the fourth person and pressed his left palm against the other person's chest without any fancy moves.

The force penetrated the body.

A muffled thud resounded from deep within his chest. The commander's eyes widened in shock, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth. His heart had been shattered into dust by the violent internal force, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

One move, one life.

Fast, ruthless, and decisive.

There was not a single unnecessary delay.

Duan Wu watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

"This guy's pretty good at fighting."

Duan Shen's gaze lingered on Huai Mie for a moment.

Nie Feng frowned slightly.

It wasn't because of Huai Mie's ferocity—

It was not because of his reckless and violent nature when he attacked.

The hatred that had been building up in this person's heart was almost burning him up.

Bai Ling stood to the side, holding the horizontal dagger in front of him, but did not make a move.

It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I simply don't need to.

Dozens of red-eyed beastmen roared and pounced on Huai Kong.

They don't know any special techniques; they rely entirely on instinct to attack. Yet, each of them is thick-skinned, tough, and incredibly strong.

Wherever the claws swung, even the solid ice beneath their feet was scratched with deep grooves, and the sharp, ear-piercing scraping sounds blended together, making one's scalp tingle.

Huai Kong remained calm, and with a flick of his wrists, a scorching heat wave that almost distorted the air suddenly burst forth from his palms.

boom!

A fierce, piercing aura swept out.

The orcs at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before their fur curled and turned black, their flesh shriveled and collapsed, and they were sent flying head-on by an invisible wall of fire.

Huai Kong stepped into the horde of beasts, his figure moving like a dragon soaring through the air, his palms flying incessantly.

Each palm strike either shatters bones or burns flesh.

An orc lunged forward with its claws, but before it could even touch the hem of his clothes, it struck his arm with a palm strike.

Click.

The entire thick arm was twisted off on the spot, and the skin and flesh quickly cracked and turned black under the intense heat.

Another creature lunged at it from the side, and Huai Kong slapped it in the face with his palm.

A series of crackling explosions followed, and the hideous head was scorched and cracked open, while the entire body tumbled and crashed several feet away.

In a short while, the group of ferocious orcs were lying scattered on the ground, all turned into charred and mangled bodies, with wisps of smoke rising and a foul, burnt smell quickly spreading.

Meanwhile, the remaining four generals were already horrified by the one-sided massacre and turned pale.

Seeing Huai Mie approaching again, the four of them roared in haste, each squeezing out the last bit of cold energy from their bodies, and at the same time, they condensed a thick ice wall in front of them.

Layers of frigid white air rose up, and ice walls seemed to spring up almost overnight, protecting the four people tightly behind them.

Huai Mie looked up, his eyes filled with impatience.

The next instant, he leaped into the air.

"Shatter the Heavens!"

Boom!

Before the palm strike could truly land, the ice wall formed by the combined strength of the four people emitted a piercing wail, cracks spreading across its surface before it crumbled inch by inch and exploded with a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, a violent palm strike pressed down like a mountain collapsing.