I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The Sacred Heart Mantra?!"

All three are highly skilled martial artists with exceptional knowledge and understanding of martial arts.

Under the dual pressure of this power, which encompassed all the legendary techniques and the power of the fourfold tribulation, they instantly recognized the origin of this force.

No martial art can simultaneously control the Profound Ice, the Frosty Heaven's Devastation, the Myriad Blades Piercing the Clouds, and the Emperor's Heavenly Thunder, all while being supplemented by the power of four tribulations.

Besides the Sacred Heart Mantra.

The strongest martial art belonging only to Indra.

however--

Faced with such irrefutable evidence that could overturn conventional wisdom, a bizarre and absurd scene unfolded.

"No...that's not right!"

The first to speak was, surprisingly, the honest-looking Tae-eul.

Instead of feeling fear and betrayal, he knelt down with a thud.

His deathly pale face was filled with a look of sudden realization, as if he understood everything.

"Master's martial arts are divine; he knows everything and can do everything!"

Tae-eui, as if grasping at a straw, loudly defended his master.

"Even Indra's Sacred Heart Technique is probably nothing more than a side path in Master's eyes! He could learn it with just a glance, so what's so surprising about it!"

Upon hearing his junior brother's words, which sounded like a sudden awakening, Xuanzhen and Taijia, who were standing nearby, were shocked.

"Ah, yes, yes... that's right!"

Thai Jia hurriedly knelt down, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but his tone became unusually firm.

"It is said that Emperor Shitian roamed the martial arts world with ease, and could even master the martial arts of various major sects."

"Perhaps...perhaps Di Shitian was once nothing more than a wicked and abandoned disciple that you, Master, took in in your early years!"

"That's right! Master is testing us!"

Xianzhen hugged the guqin tightly and knelt on both knees.

His eyes were once again filled with boundless fervor and reverence.

"Master deliberately imitated Di Shitian's martial arts and tone, surely to test the strength of our martial spirit in this chaotic world!"

"It's also a test of our filial piety—to see if we will harbor any disloyal doubts about our teacher based on rumors and appearances!"

"I almost...I almost disappointed my master!"

"Our reverence for our Master is as boundless as the flowing river, as heaven and earth bear witness! In this lifetime, we would never dare to harbor the slightest disobedience or doubt!"

The three knelt on the cold, icy floor tiles of the secret room, as if they had found the most perfect explanation in the world.

The more they spoke, the more impassioned they became, and the more convinced they were that their analysis was reasonable and flawless.

They couldn't help but be moved to tears by this "great and strict" test from their master.

however.

Xu Fu, standing opposite the three men, remained completely unmoved.

He just watched quietly as his three proud disciples knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

There was no pity, no remorse on his face.

All I feel is boredom.

A complete and utter weariness of stupidity.

That's enough.

Two words, spoken with the calmness of a death sentence.

The three people stopped talking abruptly.

Xu Fu slowly raised his right hand.

With his five fingers slightly spread, the extremely cold energy of the Sacred Heart Technique instantly spread out, transforming from formless to tangible, forming a steel-like force that draws you in.

Nahai Sacred Heart Mantra.

All power returns to the heart, one method governs all; this is the ultimate secret spell created specifically to absorb the inner power of others.

"Taiyi".

Before the words were finished—

Taiyi felt as if a terrifying force was locking down all the meridians in his body, and his feet were lifted into the air.

He was involuntarily sucked in, like a small boat being swept into a whirlpool, unable to put up any resistance.

boom!

He crashed heavily into Xu Fu's palm.

"Master...Master?!"

Tae-eul's eyes widened, his honest face filled with disbelief.

He sensed it.

The culmination of a century of arduous cultivation within his body was rapidly dissipating at an alarming rate.

That was the foundation he built with the most precious time of his life and the hundred years of lifespan bestowed upon him by Xu Fu.

At this moment, it was like a flood whose dam had been breached, rushing outwards in a chaotic and overwhelming manner.

"Master...this isn't real..."

Tae-eul's lips trembled, and her voice grew weaker and weaker.

His beard and hair turned white rapidly in a short time, and wrinkles spread out in layers on his face.

Its body was like a withered piece of firewood whose essence had been drained, rapidly shrinking and shriveling in Xu Fu's palm.

His eyes, however, remained fixed on Xu Fu.

In those cloudy, almost blind eyes, there was neither hatred nor resentment.

It's something I'd rather never believe, even until I die... utterly bewildered.

"Master...no...it's not..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Taiyi, a disciple of Phoenix Island and a prized student cultivated by Xu Fu—

Thus, in his last shred of worship and guilt toward his master, his power and lifespan were completely drained, and his soul dissipated.

In the secret chamber, only a withered, shriveled shell, like old tree bark, slipped from Xu Fu's grasp and fell to the ground.

Thump, the sound was very soft, like a withered leaf falling to the ground.

Hyunjin and Taiga stared at the unrecognizable dried corpse on the ground. What was reflected in their pupils was no longer fear, but hell.

"Taiyi—!!"

Xuanzhen and Taijia roared at almost the same moment.

The sound was heart-wrenching, echoing wildly through the stone walls of the secret chamber.

Hyun-jin stared intently at the withered corpse on the ground, which she could no longer recognize, her whole body trembling, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.

Thai Jia's knees buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground.

Their junior brother, Tae-eul, is honest, kind, and hates evil.

He was stripped of everything right before his eyes and died.

But even so—

Even in this moment of extreme grief, the thought that flashed through their minds was still not "Master is Indra".

"It's Indra! Indra must have controlled Master!"

Xuanzhen rushed forward with all her might, grabbing Xu Fu's sleeve tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

"Master! Master, wake up!"

"You're not like that! This isn't you!"

"It is the evil power of Indra that is controlling you!!"

Thai Jia also crawled up on his knees, slamming his forehead heavily against the floor tiles with a loud thud.

"Disciple knows Master is kind-hearted; you must have been misled by Indra's evil arts!"

"Please, Master, pull yourself together! Please, Master, wake up!!"

The two cried out, clinging tightly to their "master," a figure of ethereal grace and boundless compassion.

Completely unaware—

The real Indra was now silently looking down at them with a condescending and scrutinizing gaze.

It's like looking down at two pathetic insects trapped in a cage, refusing to acknowledge reality until their deaths.

Xu Fu remained silent for a moment.

The sound of crying filled the entire secret room. Xuanzhen and Taijia clung tightly to his sleeve, their tears soaking the hem of his blue robe.

He looked down at the corner of his sleeve that the two of them were holding tightly.

He then raised his other hand.

Two equally chilling energies silently emanated from their palms, spreading out without a sound, like two invisible ropes that firmly bound the meridians of Xuanzhen and Taijia.

The Nahai Sacred Heart Mantra is activated once again.

Xuanzhen first felt the force pulling him away, a painful signal that his internal energy was being forcibly stripped away.

He froze abruptly, his grip loosening for a moment.

Then, his expression changed.

"...Master."

Hyunjin murmured, the sobbing in her voice gradually fading, replaced by a trembling sound of near-ecstasy.

"Master is absorbing our internal energy...!"

"It's Master sensing our presence! Master wants to use our righteous energy to dispel the evil power of Indra!"

Thai Jia also looked up suddenly, her eyes filled with tears and disbelief.

"Yes...that's it! I felt it! Master is trying to break free! That's why Master needs our strength!"

The two exchanged a glance.

At that moment, they made the most absurd yet most devout decision of their lives.

Xuanzhen took a deep breath and slowly loosened Xu Fu's sleeve.

He placed his hands together in front of his chest and actively withdrew all the protective energy around his body.

"Master, I offer up all of Xianzhen's righteous spirit and all the power he has cultivated in his life today."

He closed his eyes, and a sense of relief and calm appeared on his tear-streaked face.

"I only hope that Master will regain his senses soon and return to his noble state—"

"The same applies to Thai football!"

Thai Jia knelt on one knee, pressing his palms to the ground, releasing all the internal energy of his Dry Ice Palm, honed over decades, allowing the force of the inhalation to penetrate deeply.

"If Master can regain his senses, what does my life matter!"

The two of them thus laid bare all their defenses, willingly enduring the gradual stripping away of their power and lifespan.

Xianzhen's back gradually bent, and the guqin he was carrying pressed down heavily, but he no longer had the strength to support it.

He maintained that posture of closing his eyes and clasping his hands, his beard and hair turning dry and white in the blink of an eye, but a faint smile always remained on his lips.

That was a disciple's last smile for his master, whom he trusted implicitly.

The Thai league collapsed even faster than Xianzhen.

Those powerful hands, imbued with profound martial arts skills, lay helplessly on the cold floor tiles as the last trace of the Dry Ice Palm's internal energy dissipated.

His eyes remained open, his cloudy gaze fixed on Xu Fu's face, as he uttered his last few words.

"...Master, your disciple will always be with you..."

Silence fell over the sealed room.

Three withered, rotten corpses lay on the ground.

As the last trace of life dissipated, Phoenix Island's three most outstanding disciples—Xuanzhen, Taijia, and Taiyi—were reduced to ashes.

Xu Fu stood in the middle of the three and slowly clenched his right hand.

All that power and lifespan had been assimilated by the Sacred Heart Mantra of the Sea of ​​Absorption, merging into the foundation of the Sacred Heart Technique and becoming a part of him.

He looked down at the three skeletons at his feet.

His expression was calm, with an indifference that came after watching a boring farce.

After a moment's hesitation, he gently curved the corners of his mouth and uttered two words.

"idiot."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Xu Fu slowly closed his eyes, carefully feeling the fresh energy flowing into his meridians.

The three disciples' skill and lifespan, refined and assimilated by the Na Hai Sacred Heart Mantra, are now completely integrated with the Sacred Heart Technique.

Like three streams flowing into a dried-up riverbed, it slightly replenished his long-depleted Qi Sea.

He gently moved the knuckles of his right hand, feeling the long-lost strength flowing through his fingertips, and his lips twitched slightly.

Just one point.

It was only one point.

Xu Fu sneered inwardly.

How much did he actually spend to create the puppet of "Fake Indra" to confuse the world?

500 years.

All the skill and effort accumulated over 500 years were poured into that puppet.

Now, it's finally time for the disciples to give back to their master.

He opened his eyes, and the heavy stone door of the secret chamber slid open silently to both sides under the force of the Sacred Heart Technique.

The light from outside slanted in, casting a shadow on the three skeletons.

Xu Fu strolled out, his shoes making a very soft sound as they stepped on the paving stones.

He didn't turn around.