I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Just then—

Rumble rumble rumble!

A dense chorus of footsteps echoed from outside the ruins of the Heavenly Palace, like muffled thunder rumbling across the ground.

Hundreds of figures poured into the collapsed celestial palace from all directions.

They are martial arts masters from the Anti-Heaven Alliance.

The Heavenly Gate experts in the human realm had already been wiped out by them. According to the original plan, they should have rushed to the Heavenly Realm to provide support immediately.

But the earth-shattering battle that just took place in the Heavenly Realm was truly terrifying—

Rolling heatwaves, icy blue lightning, and a blazing storm hundreds of feet high—

Any ripple would be enough to crush them into dust.

No one dared to approach.

Now that the great battle has finally subsided, these heroes of the martial world have mustered their courage and rushed forward.

"Indra is dead!!"

"Tianmen is finished!!"

Cheers rose and fell, echoing throughout the ruins of the heavens.

however--

When everyone's gaze fell upon the divine essence suspended in mid-air, radiating an icy blue and golden glow.

The cheers abruptly stopped.

Although it was the first time that hundreds of martial arts masters had seen something like divine energy, everyone present was a martial artist who had cultivated for many years.

Their bodies instinctively sensed the immense martial will and power contained within the sphere of light—

That was a priceless treasure formed from the accumulated martial arts skills of Emperor Shitian.

Whoever obtains it will gain the full power of Indra's entire life.

The flames of greed ignited simultaneously in everyone's eyes.

Indra is dead, and the mission of the anti-heaven alliance is complete.

Then——

Why can't we steal?

Having obtained the divine essence of Indra, his power surged, and he was even willing to become the leader of the martial arts world!

The first to strike was a middle-aged swordsman dressed in a blue robe. He leaped into the air and aimed straight for Shen Yuan!

"mine--!"

Before he could finish speaking, a golden light shot out from the side. A Shaolin monk in a kasaya, his five fingers like hooks, unleashed a "Dragon Claw Hand" wrapped in powerful internal force, grabbing at him head-on!

The swordsman in green robes frowned, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed its stance—"Nine Swords of Dugu"!

With the Sword Breaking Technique unleashed, the sword's edge precisely pierced the opening in the Dragon Claw Hand, forcing the monk back several steps!

"Amitabha! Such treasures should be kept by the Buddhist community to prevent them from harming the martial arts world!"

"Bullshit!"

A black-clad swordsman suddenly sprang up from behind the ruins, sweeping his blade horizontally with a rainbow-like aura.

Ignoring the monks and swordsmen, he reached straight for the divine essence with his other hand—

"Nine Yang Divine Skill!"

An extremely powerful and masculine internal force exploded from another direction, blasting the black-clad swordsman away!

The person who made the move was an old man with white eyebrows, whose body was filled with internal energy flowing like the sun.

"The Tai Xuan Scripture!"

With a loud shout, a surge of powerful true energy, mixed with the power of heaven and earth, exploded out from the crowd, sending the white-browed elder and several others flying!

In an instant—

The entire Heavenly Realm Ruins were in complete chaos.

Hundreds of martial arts masters from the Anti-Heaven Alliance disregarded any sense of camaraderie and unleashed their unique skills in a frenzied battle!

Dugu Nine Swords, Nine Yang Divine Skill, Tai Xuan Scripture, Six Meridian Divine Sword, Beiming Divine Skill...

Various martial arts techniques flew everywhere, and the flashing of swords and the shadows of blades intertwined to form a deadly net.

Blood pooled on the ice, forming scarlet streams.

Screams, roars, and the clash of weapons mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.

Just when the battle was at its most intense—

An almost imperceptible figure slipped through the gaps in the crowd like a ghost!

This person was small and thin, with extremely light and agile steps. His toes touched the broken ice several times, like a dragonfly skimming the water, silently passing through everyone's attack range.

He was a master of lightness skills. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was busy fighting and had no time to pay attention to anything else, he quietly approached Shen Yuan!

"Hahaha! It's mine!!"

The old master was overjoyed, his five fingers gripping the divine essence tightly—

But the next moment.

Om-!

Suddenly, the divine energy erupted with a blindingly bright, icy blue light!

An extremely terrifying force of ice swept out from the sphere of light and instantly poured into the old master's body!

His maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.

His mouth was still curved in a wide smile, and his eyes still held a look of ecstatic joy.

But his entire body, from his fingertips to his arms, from his arms to his torso, from his torso to his legs—

In the blink of an eye, it was completely frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.

The surrounding fighting crowd didn't even have time to react—

boom!

An aftershock of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which seemed to have come from nowhere, crashed heavily onto the ice sculpture.

Click!

The ice sculpture shattered instantly, turning into countless shards of ice and frozen pieces of flesh that drifted and scattered in the air.

The entire audience froze; everyone had witnessed this scene.

Divine essence... must not be touched.

But after a brief moment of shock, greed once again overcame fear.

The fighting continued.

The divine essence remained suspended in mid-air, its icy blue and golden radiance neither increasing nor decreasing, like a detached observer looking down upon the ants below who were going crazy for it and thirsting for blood.

Bu Jingyun crossed his arms and watched the farce with a cold smirk, a slight purse on his lips.

A bunch of clowns jumping around.

The Blue Moon Saint Lord stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, looking at the martial arts practitioners who were bloodthirsty for the Divine Essence, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.

"A bunch of idiots," he thought to himself indifferently.

Huang Ying placed one hand on his sword, his golden eyes coldly sweeping over the chaotic crowd, his expressionless face.

In his eyes, these people's martial arts skills weren't even enough to warm up.

None of the three top experts who were truly qualified to covet the divine essence made a move at this moment.

They are waiting.

Let these fools kill each other until they are exhausted and the ground is littered with corpses.

Then—it was their turn to appear.

On the verge of chaos.

Long'er turned to Jin and said something.

"Let's go."

Jin Wei was slightly taken aback. She looked at the divine essence floating in mid-air, and then at Long'er.

"Aren't you going to fight for it?"

Long'er shook her head, her gaze calm.

"What I pursue is the ultimate in swordsmanship."

"No matter how profound someone else's skill is, it is ultimately someone else's. To strengthen oneself by absorbing the martial will of others is not my way."

He turned around, his back to the frenzied battle, and strode towards the edge of the Heavenly Realm ruins.

Jin didn't say much and silently followed.

The two figures quickly disappeared into the snowstorm.

At the other end of the celestial palace.

Xu Fu's figure passed through the collapsed ice corridors like a ghost, silently arriving at the location of the Heavenly Gate Treasure Vault.

On the wall of the treasure vault, forged from millennia-old ice, a huge hole had been carved out, clearly forced open by brute force.

Xu Fu entered the treasure vault, only to find it empty.

The treasure trove, once overflowing with rare and precious materials, unparalleled manuals, and divine weapons, has now been completely ransacked, leaving not even a speck of dust on the shelves.

Xu Fu's lips twitched slightly.

Cut off the gods, cut off the weapons.

No wonder those two disappeared as soon as they arrived in the Heavenly Realm.

He should have realized it sooner; how could those two greedy bastards possibly let the Heavenly Gate Treasure Vault go?

Xu Fu took a deep breath and suppressed the heartache in his chest.

Oh well, I have endless lifespan, these mere external possessions are nothing to me.

There's plenty of time later; we can collect them one by one.

He turned around, walked expressionlessly out of the empty treasure vault, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the ruins of the celestial realm, the battle continues.

But now, less than half the number of people are still standing.

Corpses and severed limbs were scattered haphazardly among the broken ice and blood, and the dilapidated Heavenly Palace resembled a battlefield of carnage.

Death? Who isn't afraid of death?

But faced with the divine essence of Indra—who could resist such temptation?

Just when everyone was in a frenzy, their attention completely focused on each other—

A gray figure suddenly darted out from the edge of the melee!

This person was agile and, taking advantage of the moment when everyone was busy fighting, pounced directly on the divine essence floating in mid-air.

He held a black wooden box in his hand.

Snapped!

The wooden box was precisely placed on Shen Yuan!

The divine essence radiating icy blue and golden light was firmly contained within the box, and the light vanished the instant the lid closed.

The man closed the box and ran away!

It is Qian and Zhen!

"Hey! Stop fighting!! Your divine essence has been stolen!!"

In the midst of the melee, a swordsman with a blood-covered face was the first to spot the danger and roared at the top of his lungs.

Everyone suddenly stopped and looked in the direction Qian Zhen had fled.

The martial arts masters who were just moments ago fighting to the death instantly reached an unprecedented level of understanding—

"Damn it!! I was fighting tooth and nail here, and someone broke into my base!!"

"Chase!!"

Hundreds of figures suddenly sprang up, using various lightness skills, and chased after Qian Zhen's back like a pack of wolves chasing a rabbit!

The top experts who had been watching from afar finally made their move.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance and then darted out simultaneously.

The nameless one followed closely behind.

The smile on Blue Moon Saint Lord's lips finally vanished, his figure turning into a blur and disappearing from the spot, with Snow Heart Man following closely behind.

Huang Ying's golden eyes flashed, his hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and with a light step, he silently chased after them.

Qian Zhen held the pitch-black treasure box in his hands, using all his strength and pushing his lightness skill to the limit!

His toes skimmed across the broken ice and ruins, his figure like a startled hare, desperately running towards the outer edge of the celestial realm!

Behind them—a dense swarm of pursuers surged forward like a tide.

Various colors of true energy, sword energy, and blade light intertwined and whistled behind him, and every now and then, arrow-like internal force grazed past his ears, making him break out in a cold sweat.

But inside, he was experiencing a frenzied, ecstatic joy.

All I need to do is find a secluded spot and devour this divine essence—

Heh heh, what's so special about Duan Lang? He's nothing compared to me, he'd be a piece of cake to slap in the face!

When my power increases dramatically, the title of the number one in the world will be mine!

Just as he was happily fantasizing about the future—

He suddenly felt a chill on his palm and looked down.

A thin layer of white frost is slowly covering the surface of the treasure box.

Frost began to spread from the gaps in the lid, gradually extending towards his fingers.

Qian Zhen's expression changed drastically.

This wooden box is no ordinary wood!

This is a thousand-year-old sandalwood that he finally found, and it has extremely strong resistance to cold!

Even thousand-year-old sandalwood was eroded and frozen by the cold energy of divine essence—

The terrifying power of this divine essence far exceeded his imagination!

But he didn't have time to think, because the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

Qian Zhen gritted his teeth and continued running, traversing the collapsed ice corridor and skimming over the broken ice bridge—

at last!

My vision suddenly opened up.