I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Duan Shen glanced at the massive, incredibly thick ice gate before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Since Indra is a fake, let them join in the fun over there."

"Let's get rich first."

Duan Wu didn't reply, but simply took a step forward.

In the next instant, his figure seemed to merge into the void.

hum.

A faint, almost eerie tremor suddenly rang out.

A thin black line, as thin as a hair, immediately appeared on the massive ice gate.

The black line stretched from top to bottom, and wherever it passed, the thick ice seemed to be silently sliced ​​open by an invisible blade.

In the blink of an eye, the entire giant gate silently slid down and split in two.

An old yet luxurious aura suddenly surged out from behind the door.

The two stepped inside.

Inside the icehouse, gold and silver treasures were piled up like mountains, with boxes and chests filling the surrounding area;

Various secret manuals, elixirs, and rare treasures were displayed in abundance, their shimmering light reflecting off the entire icehouse.

Hanging on the surrounding ice walls are numerous divine weapons that gleam with a chilling light, their sharp edges dazzling the eye.

Duan Shen's gaze swept across the area, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"It was definitely worth the trip."

He casually picked up a precious sword and flicked it lightly with his finger.

Clang!

With a crisp, echoing sound, he casually tossed it aside.

"Take all the weapons, elixirs, secret manuals, and valuables with you."

Duan Wu's figure suddenly darted away within the treasure vault.

He casually lifted the heavy black iron treasure chests as if they weighed nothing at all.

Without further delay, Duan Shen raised his hand and began to move the object, his movements swift and decisive.

On the third trip, Duanwu suddenly stopped, and a yellowed handwritten manual fell out of the wooden box.

He picked it up, flipped through it casually, and chuckled.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin...that's it?"

After saying that, he threw it back into the wooden box.

As he walked out, he tilted his head towards the direction of the Heavenly Realm.

"Brother, do you think a fight has broken out over there?"

"Who cares?" Duan Shen's lips curled into a slight smile.

"By the time they're done fighting, this place will have been completely emptied by us."

Two figures shuttled back and forth between the treasure vault and the outside world, taking whatever they saw without any hesitation.

They carried away entire boxes of secret manuals, emptied entire boxes of elixirs, and even took the large boxes of jewelry piled in the corner.

As for whether Indra is dead or alive in the celestial realm at this moment, they simply don't care.

For the two brothers, the most important thing right now is to empty Tianmen's coffers.

Just as Huai Kong and Huai Mie were about to attack, Xu Fu, who had been hiding in the crowd, suddenly stepped forward and blocked their way.

His beard and hair stood on end, and a fierce anger burst forth from his cloudy eyes as he pointed at Indra and cursed him sternly.

"Traitor!"

"I taught you martial arts back then, hoping you would bring blessings to all living beings! Who would have thought you would cultivate into such a beast in human form!"

"Today, I, this old man, will cleanse the house of its inhabitants and restore order to the world!"

Every word was spoken with resounding force.

Huai Kong was slightly taken aback and subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

Those in the hall who heard this felt that although the old man was not a good teacher, his integrity in putting righteousness above family ties was truly admirable.

Nie Feng glanced at Xu Fu, his gaze slightly somber.

Bu Jingyun remained expressionless but said nothing more.

Wuming nodded slightly, feeling a greater sense of respect for this senior.

Upon hearing this, Indra's aura suddenly intensified, and he let out a chilling laugh.

"You old codger, it's all history, the victor is king, the loser is villain. Who will live and who will die today is still unknown!"

The exchange of insults and replies was perfectly coordinated.

Because from beginning to end, it was Xu Fu who was acting all by himself.

Indra's every move and every word was under his control.

Xu Fu sneered inwardly.

That's enough for the play.

Just as the deadly situation was about to erupt—

call--!

A strange, fishy wind suddenly swept in from the entrance of the main hall.

Two figures appeared out of thin air behind the group like ghosts.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

The newcomer was a man who looked like a transvestite.

The leader was dressed in a long, crescent-shaped blue robe, his face was as delicate as a full moon, and he exuded a suffocatingly sinister aura.

The person behind him was male with female features, and his brows were strangely ruthless.

Bu Jingyun frowned.

He had never seen these two people dressed like this before.

Indra looked down at him and his lips twitched slightly.

"Blue Moon Saint Lord, what brings people from the Blue Moon Sect of the Western Regions to my Heavenly Gate?"

In short, just call out names.

Blue Moon Saint Lord's pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't expect that the moment he showed up, the other party would see right through him.

Tianmen's intelligence network has actually infiltrated the desert?

But he didn't show it at all; instead, he smiled slightly and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Indra is indeed worthy of his reputation. I haven't even introduced myself yet, and you already know me."

"I have taken the liberty of visiting today, solely to witness the splendor of this unparalleled battle."

"If there has been any offense, please forgive me."

His tone was humble, showing no trace of the arrogance of a Western Region overlord.

Xu Fu, however, scoffed inwardly.

The clown from the Blue Moon Sect of the Western Regions has a keen sense of smell, and has actually found this bitterly cold place in the far north to get a share of the pie.

Bu Jingyun felt a chill run down his spine.

The Blue Moon Sect, a powerful sect in the Western Regions, stands in stark contrast to the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

This person's strength should not be underestimated.

Xue Xinnan stood behind the Blue Moon Saint Lord, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall before finally landing on Di Shitian, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Wuming noticed this detail.

These two people are up to no good.

Before anyone could even process this sudden turn of events—

boom!!

A powerful and domineering blade aura tore through the wind and snow outside the hall and crashed into the hall.

The blade energy struck the ice wall head-on, causing the solid ice to shatter instantly and scatter fragments everywhere.

"Hahaha! It seems I've arrived just in time; this earth-shattering duel has yet to begin!"

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, a swordsman as powerful as a golden lion strode in.

He held the Silent Blade in his hand, his golden hair dancing wildly, every strand exuding boundless fighting spirit.

The greatest swordsman in Japan, Emperor Shadow.

Ignoring the wary gazes around him, he walked straight up to Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Wuming, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Nameless! Nie Feng! Long time no see, how have you been?"

Huang Ying laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell.

"With you all here, today's battle will surely be absolutely spectacular!"

Nie Feng and the other two exchanged glances.

Compared to the gloomy and unpredictable Blue Moon Saint Lord, this Japanese martial arts fanatic, though of a different race, is a truly upright and honorable hero.

Wuming nodded slightly: "Brother Huangying, has your sword intent improved again?"

Huang Ying laughed loudly, "Of course! How can I be worthy to fight you again if I don't improve?"

Blue Moon Saint Lord watched Huang Ying's retreating figure, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes before his gentle smile returned.

Xue Xinnan leaned close to the Blue Moon Saint Lord's ear and whispered, "Saint Lord, this Japanese swordsman is quite strong."

The Blue Moon Saint Lord simply shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

Indra, perched high above, surveyed the uninvited guests in the hall, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Quite a few people have come."

"But in my eyes, there is no difference between having a few more ants and having a few fewer ants."

"You...all of you, come at me together."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ying was not angered at all. Instead, his eyes gleamed brightly, and he laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"What arrogant words! I like them!"

The smile on Blue Moon Saint Lord's lips faded slightly.

Does Indra truly have the confidence to regard all the heroes of the world as nothing?

Suddenly, the chill in the entire celestial palace surged dramatically.

Click, click—!

Eternal ice frantically condensed around Indra.

In the blink of an eye, a towering ice giant several meters tall rose from the ground, enveloping him entirely.

The giant was entirely blue, and its chilling aura permeated the surroundings as if it were a tangible substance, causing the temperature in the hall to plummet.

The closest experts involuntarily took a half step back.

Xu Fu looked astonished, but his heart remained calm.

Every inch of the ice man's chill was under his control.

Just as everyone's anger was rising—

"Wait a moment!"

Huai Kong took a step forward, and his intense true energy surged into the sky, forcefully pushing away the oppressive chill.

He turned to look at Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Wuming, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and everyone else."

"This person has a deep-seated hatred for my Ironheart Island, which led to the massacre of my entire family."

"Today's battle is a personal feud between my brother and me."

He paused for a moment, his gaze resolute.

"Let's go first."

Huai Mie stood beside him, saying nothing, but the murderous aura emanating from him gave the answer.

Nie Feng remained silent for a moment.

He knew the weight of this hatred; if he didn't let them end it themselves, the inner demons would haunt him for life.

"Alright, you guys go first." Nie Feng nodded solemnly.

Bu Jingyun didn't speak, but slightly tightened his fist, which was taken as acquiescence.

Wuming, Huangying, and the others also stepped aside.

According to the rules of the underworld, personal grudges are paramount.

The right to fight the first battle against the massacre of their entire family rightfully belongs to the Huai Kong brothers.

Bai Ling stood behind, her hands tightly gripping the horizontal dagger, her knuckles turning white.

"We must win." Her voice was very low.

Huai Kong heard it.

He didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly and said nothing more.

His aura suddenly surged.

Intense true energy surged forth from the dantian, rushing wildly through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

The clothes on his upper body tore apart inch by inch under the scorching heat, revealing his skin as red as iron. Every inch of his skin looked as if it had been tempered by a raging fire, radiating an astonishing heat.

The Void-Breaking Technique was activated to its fullest extent.

The right palm is empty, the left palm is broken.

One is soft, the other is hard; offense and defense are combined.

Without wasting words, Huai Mie gathered his primordial power and unleashed a torrent of killing intent.

"kill!"

He shot out with a burst of speed, his fist aimed straight at Indra's face.

"Seven Primal Strike Forces - Heaven-Shattering Strike!"

The force of the punch was like a mountain collapsing, carrying a violent, primordial power, and it slammed head-on into Indra.

Indra remained unmoved, meeting the attack with a single palm.

boom! !

Fists and palms collided, and a chilling aura emanated from them.

Huai Mie felt a piercing shockwave surge into his palm, his entire arm went numb instantly, and his body uncontrollably staggered back three steps.

Just as Indra's attention was focused on Huai Mie—

Huai Kong entered from the side, his scorching palm wind already pressing against Di Shitian's waist.

"Sinking Yuan Breaks the Moon!"

He slammed out his left palm with tremendous force; the air hissed as the palm struck.

Emperor Shitian dodged to the side, barely avoiding the palm strike.

The palm strike grazed the Xuanbing ice on his side, melting a layer of it.

Indra's gaze sharpened.

This scorching force can actually melt my Xuanbing!

His lips curled into a smirk, and he slapped Huai Kong across the chest with his backhand.

Huai Kong raised his right palm to meet him.

"Emptying my heart with the sun and moon in vain!"

With a flick of his wrist, the fierce, cold force of Emperor Shitian's palm flowed along his arm and was neutralized.