I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"How is that possible?!"

Indra roared in anger, his face filled with disbelief.

The power that the Blue Moon Saint Lord had just secretly activated dissipated instantly, leaving him frozen in place.

Huang Ying's hand gripping the knife trembled violently, and his golden eyes were filled with shock.

Long'er murmured, "What...what kind of sorcery is this...?"

When Bai Ling saw her elder brother's full head of white hair, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Huai Kong and Huai Mie, the two brothers, exchanged a glance at each other at this critical moment of life and death.

Then—they both laughed.

That smile contained no sadness, no fear, no hesitation.

Only fearless madness and resolute determination.

Huai Mie placed his right palm on Huai Kong's back.

Indra instantly saw through his intentions, and his expression changed drastically.

"You're insane!!"

"If you transfer all your power to him, you'll be a cripple yourself! With your current physical condition, you won't live past the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!!"

Huai Mie laughed maniacally, his white hair fluttering wildly in the cold wind.

"As long as I can kill you—"

"I'd trade my life for yours, it's totally worth it!!"

boom!!

The surging primordial power surged from Huai Mie's body into Huai Kong's body like a flood bursting its banks!

He imparted his profound skills, accumulated over nearly 150 years, without reservation, without holding back a single word!

Huai Mie's face visibly withered and aged; his white hair turned yellow and withered, his skin shrank, and his vitality rapidly faded.

But his hand remained firmly pressed against Huai Kong's back, not moving an inch away.

Huai Kong received this immense and overwhelming power—

He was jolted violently!

Om-! !

An unprecedentedly terrifying heat wave suddenly exploded out from him!

A hundred feet!

Two hundred zhang!!

Three hundred feet!

The scorching heat, like a blazing sun falling to earth, enveloped the entire dilapidated celestial palace!

The heatwave swept over Huai Mie's body—like a spring breeze, leaving him completely unharmed.

That was the tacit understanding between brothers, bound by blood; the flames of the Iron-Refining Hand would never harm their closest loved ones.

But Indra did not receive such treatment.

A heat wave hundreds of feet high completely enveloped him, as if he had been thrown into a furnace!

He frantically channeled his icy inner energy, and layer upon layer of icy defense condensed around his body—

It melted away in an instant!

Re-condense! Re-melt!

"ah--!!"

Indra let out a painful roar.

These flames are terrifying!

It is not only the scorching heat of the iron-forging hand, but also carries the profound power of the brothers Huai Kong and Huai Mie, Huai Mie's determination to fight to the death, and the brothers' unwavering fighting spirit!

This fighting spirit is even more intense than the flames themselves!

Di Shitian's icy inner strength crumbled step by step in the face of this fire of will, the icy mist around him was completely evaporated, and the wounds on his body continued to expand and turn black under the high temperature!

He could no longer maintain his form, and his whole body rolled and struggled painfully in the raging storm hundreds of feet high!

Carrying an unwavering will, Huai Kong's crimson figure, like a burning divine weapon, charged straight into the heart of the raging storm!

With over two hundred years of accumulated power, Tianzui transformed into an unprecedented crimson giant blade, its surface wreathed in flames, as if forged by the blazing sun!

He rushed in front of Indra, raising the Heavenly Sin Blade high—and slashed!

"ah--!!"

Indra let out a heart-wrenching scream!

Slash! Slash! Slash!

The Heavenly Sin Blade slashed wildly amidst the flames, and with each strike, Emperor Shitian's screams grew weaker.

The icy inner force was completely disintegrated with each slash.

The screams gradually grew lower, hoarse, and intermittent—

Ultimately, it disappeared completely.

Amidst the raging flames, there was no trace of life.

Nie Feng watched the burning storm quietly, a very complex expression appearing in his eyes.

Although the Huai Kong brothers' method of becoming stronger through resurrection is indeed somewhat unbelievable, in the end—they triumphed over the strong with the weak.

With flesh and blood, risking their lives, and with an unwavering martial will, they killed Di Shitian.

This fighting spirit moved Nie Feng.

Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his cold face revealing little emotion, but his clenched fists betrayed him.

He was infected, infected by the brothers' unwavering fighting spirit.

Wuming nodded slightly, a relieved smile appearing on his face.

After confirming that Di Shitian's aura had been completely annihilated amidst the flames, Huai Kong turned and rushed towards Huai Mie without hesitation.

Bai Ling also rushed over desperately, staggering as she ran towards her elder brother.

Huai Mie was leaning against the broken remnant of an ice pillar, his head of withered white hair scattered over his shoulders, his face as withered as dried old tree bark, and there was no trace of his power remaining in his body.

His life is slipping away at a visible speed.

Huai Kong knelt down in front of Huai Mie, pressing his palms against his elder brother's back, attempting to channel his inner strength into his body.

"Brother, I'm returning your power to you—"

Huai Mie slowly raised his withered, emaciated hand and pressed it against Huai Kong's palm.

"No need."

His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but a smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

"My brother's body can't hold on any longer. Any more power poured in... it'll just be a waste."

Huai Kong's hand froze there.

He has no sense of pain and doesn't know what pain is.

But at this moment, there was a spot in his chest that was even more painful than being pierced by the Frost Sword.

Huai Mie laboriously raised his hand and patted Huai Kong's shoulder.

"younger brother."

"You have not let your elder brother down."

A glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"You are the true martial arts genius... You have gained a century's worth of internal energy with just one reversal of the universe."

"My elder brother fought to the death and barely managed to kill Di Shitian, but you used that same skill to kill him with your own hands."

Huai Mie smiled, a smile of relief.

He slowly stretched out his hands, one grasping Huai Kong's hand and the other grasping Bai Ling's hand.

Bai Ling was already sobbing uncontrollably, her hands tightly gripping her elder brother's withered fingers, shaking her head desperately.

Huai Mie glanced at her, his cloudy eyes filled with tenderness.

"Bai Ling...don't cry."

"The thing my older brother has never been able to let go of in his life is you."

He placed Bai Ling's hand in Huai Kong's palm and used his last bit of strength to close it.

"Little brother...take good care of Bai Ling."

Huai Kong's hand clenched gently.

He didn't speak, he just nodded.

Seeing this, Huai Mie's smile became even more relieved.

"From now on... let's carry on with our elder brother's martial spirit."

"For my elder brother's sake... see more of this world..."

His voice grew softer and softer, and he tilted his head slightly to one side, leaning against the broken icicle.

He held his younger brother and Bai Ling's hands, then slowly let go, letting them fall to his sides, and stopped breathing.

A drop of water slid down Huai Kong's flushed cheek. Before it could be seen whether it was a tear or sweat, it was evaporated into a wisp of white mist by the flames surrounding him.

Bai Ling threw herself into Huai Mie's arms and wept silently.

Neither Nie Feng nor Bu Jingyun spoke; they simply stood there quietly.

After a long while, Huang Ying spoke in a low voice.

"...Will he be resurrected?"

Long'er shook her head slightly, then nodded, her expression hesitant.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord stared expressionlessly at Huai Mie's body, secretly pondering—what if this person were to be resurrected again…

Even Wuming frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Huai Mie's withered face, and he remained silent in thought.

Everyone present was waiting.

Waiting for Huai Mie to open his eyes from death once again, just like before.

But this time—

Huai Mie never woke up again.

Xu Fu watched all this silently with a smile on his face.

Deep inside, an irrepressible surge of ecstasy was churning wildly.

The play has finally come to an end.

These two brothers did not disappoint them.

Finally, the stand-in was completely burned to ashes.

Once the fake Indra died, no one in the world knew him anymore.

The true Indra, the original deity, has always remained safe and sound.

hey-hey……

Now, let's move on to the next scene.

The fiery storm, like a bonfire that had burned out, gradually dimmed and dissipated, eventually fading into complete silence.

Where Indra fell, only charred ashes remained, scattered on the cracked ice surface.

No remains were found.

however--

Just above the ashes, a ball of light the size of a fist was quietly suspended in mid-air.

The sphere of light emitted a shimmering glow that blended ice blue and gold, and countless fine, silk-like energy patterns could be faintly seen flowing slowly within it, as if it contained a complete and vast martial arts world.

All eyes were drawn to the sphere of light.

Nie Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"This is... Divine Essence."

"The essence of a peerless expert's lifelong martial will and power, condensed after their death..."

Wuming nodded slowly, a solemn expression appearing on his face.

"Di Shitian's power was unfathomable. After his death, he condensed divine essence, which was unexpected but also reasonable."

"If someone could refine and absorb this divine essence..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood the meaning behind his words.

Whoever obtains this divine essence will gain access to Emperor Shitian's lifelong accumulation of martial arts skills.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Blue Moon Saint Lord's gaze was fixed on the suspended divine essence, his greed undisguised.

If I could absorb Di Shitian's power, there would be no more obstacles to unifying the martial arts world of the Central Plains!

Huang Ying's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand gripping the knife tightened involuntarily.

If this divine essence falls into the hands of Japan, the Yamato martial arts will experience an unprecedented leap forward.

Bu Jingyun coldly glanced at Blue Moon Saint Lord and Huang Ying, and slightly released his aura.

The desert, Japan, and the Central Plains.

The gazes of the three forces clashed silently in mid-air, and the air suddenly thick with tension.

And at this moment—

The crimson flames engulfing Huai Kong's entire body were gradually fading.

The fiery red slowly faded, revealing his original skin color.

Bai Ling silently walked to his side, took off her cloak, and gently draped it over his shoulders.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't cry anymore.

Huai Kong looked down at his cloak, then turned to look at Bai Ling.

Then, he bent down and gently lifted the withered and lifeless body.

My brother's body was very light. As light as a withered leaf.

Huai Kong carried her elder brother and walked side by side with Bai Ling.

His gaze never once fell upon the divine essence suspended in mid-air.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked further and further away in the dark, cloud-shrouded ruins of the celestial realm, eventually disappearing into the vast snowstorm.