I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Destiny?"

Upon hearing those two words, Duan Lang scoffed dismissively.

He didn't even bother to hide his disdain.

"Senior Xiao, why push things onto something that can't be seen or touched by heaven?"

He showed no mercy in beating a dog when it was down.

"Back then, Xiong Ba unified the martial arts world, and his momentum was already established. He could have clearly stabilized the fate of the Central Plains, but what happened? He was disrupted by Feng and Yun. After Xiong Ba's defeat, the Central Plains was immediately leaderless."

"In that brief moment of emptiness, the army of the Eastern Godless Palace seized the opportunity to invade."

"The Divine Land Dynasty has fallen, and the emperor has become a prisoner. Absolutely no god nearly ascended the dragon throne and became emperor!"

Duan Lang stared intently into Xiao Sanxiao's eyes. "Is this also fate?"

Xiao San smiled without changing his expression, and let out a long sigh.

"It is also the will of Heaven."

He adopted a profound and inscrutable demeanor and slowly said:

"Those whose destiny is flawed are destined to be unable to hold onto their power and will inevitably suffer defeat. Everything is predetermined."

Looking at this old man who could spout nonsense without batting an eye.

A look of extreme disgust and contempt finally flashed across Duan Lang's eyes.

He looked away.

Continuing to argue with this old man who has mastered the art of "shamelessness" is a complete waste of breath.

"Senior Xu."

Duan Lang turned his gaze directly to Xu Fu, who was forcibly suppressing his emotions, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Or should I, the leader of this alliance, call you 'Heaven'?"

This seemingly innocuous word struck Xu Fu like a hammer blow.

But his shock only lasted for half a breath.

In an instant, I felt relieved.

Since Xiao Sanxiao already knew that he was Di Shitian, how could he not know the true nature of this mysterious young man who could ruthlessly expose even the Twelve Terrors' disguise?

Xu Fu took a deep breath, and his back, which had been tense subconsciously, strangely relaxed.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in stubbornly resisting.

"As expected, the Alliance Leader Duan has extraordinary connections and influence."

He no longer concealed his intentions, directly meeting Duan Lang's gaze, his tone somber and direct:

"Indeed, I am Indra."

On the surface, everything seems stable and secure.

Secretly, Xu Fu's vigilance had reached its peak.

Before him stood the Twelve Shocked Laughers of Four Thousand Years, beside him was the unfathomable and completely unfathomable "good brother" Jiang Chen, and Duan Lang.

This is hardly a gathering for tea and philosophical discussions.

This is clearly a trap set by a treacherous frenzy!

While secretly controlling the energy of the Sacred Heart Technique within his body, Xu Fu frantically deduced all possible escape strategies in his mind.

However, just as he was calculating how much he would have to pay to escape unscathed, Duan Lang's voice rang out again.

It was completely unexpected for him.

"Senior Xu admitted it quite readily."

Duan Lang showed no intention of making a move. He simply interlaced his fingers and watched him with a calm and collected expression, his eyes as still as a stagnant pool.

"However, that's all in the past."

Duan Lang leaned forward slightly and asked, word by word:

"Isn't Indra... already dead?"

"You're right, aren't you, Senior Xu?"

This seemingly casual question carries an undeniable force.

None of those present were fools who couldn't understand the hidden meaning.

Upon hearing this, everyone understood what Duan Lang meant.

Indra is dead; the one who is alive now is Senior Xu.

The subtext is:

Your past misdeeds, your identity, all the shady things you've done—

As long as you are no longer that "heaven", the leader of this outer heaven alliance will not be held accountable.

The Sacred Heart Technique, which Xu Fu had already firmly grasped, suddenly froze.

He lived for two thousand years.

But this was the first time he felt that his mind couldn't keep up with the pace of the young man in front of him.

Not going to pursue the matter?

not kill him?

So what exactly is the purpose of going through all this trouble to organize this terrifying banquet?!

Duan Lang shifted to a more comfortable position and casually uttered a sentence.

"Senior Xu, you must be very curious right now about what the 'Great Calamity of a Thousand Years' is, right?"

Xu Fu calmed his turbulent emotions.

His eyes, which had always held aloofness, were now free of arrogance, and for the first time ever, they held a hint of caution as he listened attentively.

"I would like to hear the details."

"It's very simple," Duan Lang calmly uttered four words: "Japanese invasion."

He glanced at Xu Fu.

"The God of No Gods almost seized the throne of China, but that was merely the first test of this great calamity."

"According to the original course of fate, after the Central Plains martial arts world has been in chaos for several more decades, and the masters have been further depleted..." Duan Lang's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Japan will mobilize its entire national strength to launch another large-scale invasion."

"This is the true catastrophe of all time."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fu's tense expression strangely relaxed for a moment.

He couldn't even help but let out a cold laugh.

"Mere Japanese pirates?"

His tone once again carried the disdain of a two-thousand-year-old ancestor.

"A tiny, desolate place. They don't even have a single expert who can touch the threshold of the 'Celestial Realm'!"

"Even if their so-called number one swordsman of Japan, Yagyu Muki, is said to have been brought back from the dead."

"This kind of creature, even in the Central Plains, is just a slightly larger grasshopper. What threat could it possibly pose to the Central Plains?"

Duan Lang nodded readily.

"Senior Xu is right."

"There is indeed no Celestial Realm in Japan, and they are indeed a bunch of chickens and dogs."

Duan Lang abruptly changed the subject.

"But the problem is... if Di Shitian is already 'dead,' according to Senior Xiao's original brilliant plan, the Central Plains martial arts world would have been wiped out, leaving only a few survivors."

"With the entire nation's resources poured in, can Wuming and Fengyun, those three supreme masters, turn the tide?"

Xu Fu was stunned.

If that's the case... then the Central Plains could indeed very well be destroyed and its people wiped out.

But a hint of doubt quickly rose in his eyes.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Sanxiao, who was standing opposite him without saying a word.

"Since the Great Calamity is so perilous..." Xu Fu stared intently at Xiao Sanxiao, almost gritting his teeth as he asked.

"If you're the mastermind behind this, why go to such lengths to get rid of me?!"

Duan Lang laughed.

He looked at Xu Fu and uttered a statement even more explosive than the greatest calamity of the ages.

"Senior Xu, isn't this simple?"

Words, like knives, pierced directly between the two.

"He wants you dead, not because you've done many evil deeds, nor because of some divine retribution."

"The reason is simple—it's because he simply can't beat you!"

After this earth-shattering statement, the entire cliff top of Tianwaitian fell into a deathly silence.

Xu Fu was stunned on the spot.

His face was filled with disbelief, as if to say, "You can't fool me."

You can't beat me? Are you kidding me!

How could an old man who has lived for four thousand years and whose power is twice that of him not be able to defeat him?!

Meanwhile, on the other side, there was Xiao Sanxiao, who had just been smacking his lips and pretending to be dead.

Upon hearing these words, the composure on that old face shattered completely in an instant.

The feeling was like someone had precisely stepped on the last fox's tail.

Duan Lang had no habit of giving face to "old man".

He continued to stab at the heart of this four-thousand-year-old immortal:

"Although Senior Xiao has lived a long life and possesses four thousand years of profound internal energy, at heart he is ultimately just a recluse who does not participate in the martial world."

"He was not good at martial arts techniques, and he rarely experienced fierce battles where he had to fight to the death."

"But Senior Xu, you are different."

Duan Lang looked at Xu Fu, and it was a pure review of the strength of a top-level killing master.

"In these two thousand years, you have established the Heavenly Gate, spent a long time in the martial arts world, mastered all the martial arts of all schools, and are a veteran of countless battles."

"When it really comes down to a life-or-death struggle, when all our cards are on the table..."

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow. "In terms of combat experience and killing skills, this senior is absolutely no match for you."

"If he dares to confront you head-on, he'll most likely be the one who dies."

Duan Lang gently tapped the bluestone table with his long, slender fingers, looking at Xiao Sanxiao's old face, which was now completely frozen in place.

"That's why he had to set things up in the shadows."

"Borrowing these two youngsters, Feng and Yun, whose destinies are extraordinary, I will forge a blade called 'Destiny' to kill you."

Beneath Xu Fu's lowered eyelids, a chilling and undisguised murderous intent was surging.

Since this four-thousand-year-old immortal can't defeat me, I can only rely on scheming.

Since they are already prepared to use Fengyun's hand to cleanse themselves.

Then why would his ancestor, who lived two thousand years ago, keep this hothouse turtle alive?!

Let's just slap this old man to death and eliminate any future trouble!

At the top of the cliff, a tangible killing intent, like a leech, silently targeted Xiao Sanxiao across from him.

However, in this tense moment...

Duan Lang, who had been observing the two, suddenly chuckled softly.

"I, the leader of this alliance, went to great lengths to bring these two living gods to the outer heavens, not to watch you fight to the death here."

These words, tinged with mockery, were like pouring a bucket of ice water into boiling oil, instantly shattering the extremely subtle murderous intent.

Duan Lang picked up his teacup with a relaxed posture.

But his next words carried undeniable weight.

"Now that I, the Alliance Leader, have uncovered the root cause of this great calamity and laid all my cards on the table, my intentions are quite simple—"

Duan Lang's gaze swept across the two faces, uttering each word clearly.

"I hope that the two of you can turn hostility into friendship."

"Let us put aside past grievances and join hands from this day forward to confront the invading Japanese army."

"What do you two think?"

The mountain breeze paused for a moment.

At the edge of the cliff, a profound and extremely long silence fell.

Xu Fu and Xiao Sanxiao, these two ancient monsters who wished they could scheme against each other until they were reduced to ashes, neither of them spoke.

Can we turn hostility into friendship?

Join forces to defend against the enemy?

What the hell are you talking about!

One is a self-proclaimed heaven that has been high above for two thousand years, regarding all living beings as ants.

One is a hermit who has been hiding behind the scenes for four thousand years, fishing with heaven and earth as his chessboard.

Are you trying to get them to abandon their millennia-old deadlock and cooperate obediently?

This is even more absurd than making them strip naked and run naked in the street facing each other!

But this was the outermost heaven, and neither of them immediately lost their temper. Instead, they expressed their unwavering stance of preferring death to surrender with an extremely cold silence.