I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three of them instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

Wu Er used his hands as swords, and when he unleashed the powerful dog sword, every move was ruthless and cunning, always taking the unorthodox approach. Sometimes he would strike straight for the throat, and sometimes he would slash diagonally at the ribs. Although it was just his flesh and blood hands, the way he struck out was filled with a chilling sword aura.

Golden Lion and Silver Lion were no ordinary fighters either. They flanked Wu Er from the left and right, their palm winds swirling like waves, forcing Wu Er to change positions several times.

As soon as the three of them moved, rings of snow exploded on the side of the valley.

Wu Er forced the Golden Lion back with a single palm strike, then retaliated with a palm-sword strike aimed at the Silver Lion's brow, all the while cursing:

"Those two old geezers, aren't they ashamed to beat one of them up!"

The silver lion gave a sinister smile:

"If you think it's not enough, I'll call a few more over to send you on your way!"

Jin Shi didn't answer. He lowered his palm and pressed down on Wu Er's lower body, clearly determined to entangle him and prevent him from helping Huai Kong.

On the other side, the Iron Lion Man had already leaped off the lion's back.

The moment he landed, the snow beneath his feet collapsed, creating a shallow crater. He looked like a ferocious beast that had just crawled out of a pool of blood, his eyes bloodshot, fixed on Huai Kong.

"Huai Kong! Prepare to die!"

He roared, clenched his fists, and his muscles bulged like iron, unleashing a wild and domineering aura of bloodlust.

"Iron-Blooded Skies!"

boom!

Iron Lion Man unleashed both fists simultaneously, the force of his punches swirling like waves of blood, carrying a nauseating, foul stench, as he slammed them towards Huai Kong.

This punch was more ferocious, more ruthless, and more insane than the one he had thrown in the training ground.

Clearly, with Kitano Yushi dead, Iron Lion Man had channeled all his killing intent into his fists.

At this moment, Huai Kong's internal energy was surging wildly, and his internal strength was reduced by seventy or eighty percent. He was simply unable to withstand this fierce and unparalleled attack.

He shifted his stance slightly, his right palm rising first, followed by his left, gathering a surge of inner energy, and let out a low shout:

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

As soon as he struck with his palm, the surrounding energy shifted abruptly, and he managed to deflect most of the force of the punch coming straight at him.

But the Iron Lion Man's punch was too heavy and too fierce. Even after deflecting seven-tenths of it, the remaining three-tenths still slammed down like an iron hammer.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Huai Kong felt a jolt in his chest and took several steps back, leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

Although most of the force was dissipated, some of the scorching fist energy still penetrated into the body, instantly arousing the domineering dragon energy within.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen white, and he staggered backward.

Seeing him draw blood, the Iron Lion Man's eyes flashed with even greater ferocity, and he snarled:

"Aren't you supposed to be a good actor?"

"What's wrong? Now that things have come to this, you're acting like a dying dog?"

Huai Kong raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at him coldly, and did not reply.

Iron Lion Man hated this look the most. Despite being surrounded and seriously injured, his face remained cold and indifferent, as if the entire Lion King Fortress was not worthy of his attention.

"Hmph! This is the price for killing my father!"

Iron Lion Man, seizing the advantage, pressed his advantage relentlessly, flashing forward and instantly closing in.

"Mad Lion Shatters the Ground!"

He slammed his fists into the ground with tremendous force, which exploded outwards.

With a series of loud cracking sounds, the rocks split open inch by inch, and countless fragments of stone, imbued with the force of the punch, shot up like a torrential rain, raining down on Huai Kong.

Just as Huai Kong suppressed the surging blood in his chest, a rain of shattered stones arrived before him. He had no choice but to raise the black iron sword box and hold it horizontally in front of him, changing his palm technique once again.

"Release your efforts and return to emptiness!"

With his right palm guiding and his left palm deflecting, the box trembled slightly, deflecting much of the incoming rain of stones. However, several powerful stones still grazed his shoulders and arms, tearing his sleeves in several places.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Iron Lion Man practically roared, his fist still pounding, and he charged forward again, taking advantage of the momentum from the flying rocks.

Huai Kong was now completely overwhelmed and could only defend himself. The dragon energy and the force of the fist were twisting around his meridians, causing him pain and making his breathing heavier.

Wu Er, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the two elders, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. His heart sank, and he couldn't help but shout:

"Huai Kong! Can you still hold on?!"

Huai Kong gritted his teeth and remained silent, but the mechanism under his hand had already quietly started moving.

Iron Lion Man was about to press further when a ruthless glint suddenly flashed in Huai Kong's eyes.

"Since you're pressing me so hard—"

He suddenly slapped the black iron sword case on his back with his backhand.

"Heavenly Sin! Unsheath!"

"Snap—!"

A sickeningly loud mechanical click suddenly rang out.

The once silent black iron sword case suddenly trembled as if it were alive, and the gaps in the case suddenly opened.

No one could see clearly what flew out from inside.

Suddenly, a black light burst forth, like a bolt of black lightning, swiftly sweeping across the snow, or like some ferocious beast finally breaking free of its restraints and leaping out of the box.

"brush--!"

Only a sharp, piercing sound remained in the air.

The dozens of Lion King Fort disciples who were about to surround and kill him suddenly froze.

next moment.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Countless arrows of blood shot out simultaneously!

The dozens of people were cut into several pieces almost simultaneously, their severed limbs and hot blood thrown into the air, then crashing back onto the snow with a crackling sound, instantly turning large patches of white snow into crimson.

The lions that pounced the fastest fared even worse; they didn't even have time to roar halfway before their massive bodies were cleaved open by the black light, their blood, flesh, and internal organs spilling all over the ground.

"Snap!"

The mechanism reassembles.

When everyone came to their senses in shock, the black iron sword box on Huai Kong's back had already closed again, lying there quietly as if it had never been opened.

But a trickle of blood slowly seeping from the cracks in the box clearly revealed the carnage that had just taken place.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Not to mention the surviving disciples, even the Iron Lion Man was so shocked by this scene that he paused for a moment, and his originally deadly punching force also faltered slightly.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Someone finally let out a scream that sounded like a sob.

"It's not sorcery..." Another disciple's face was ashen, and he could barely hold his sword.

"It's a weapon...a living weapon..."

Iron Lion Man stared intently at the black iron sword box behind Huai Kong, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He had seen fierce soldiers, but he had never seen anything so ferocious.

It was so fast it was invisible, so ruthless it seemed beyond human capability, as if the box contained not a weapon, but a ferocious beast born solely to drink blood.

Taking advantage of the crowd's shock and disorientation, Huai Kong swiftly moved to Wu Er's side, raised his hand and forced the golden lion back with a palm strike, and shouted in a low voice:

"Walk!"

Wu Erben wanted to turn back and fight again, but upon hearing this sound, he knew that continuing to fight would be suicide. He immediately took advantage of the situation to retreat, forced the silver lion away with a backhand, and then rushed into the depths of the valley with Huai Kong.

The two walked one after the other, disappearing into the wind and snow in a few leaps.

The golden lion and the silver lion chased after it for a few steps, but were blocked by the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and had to stop in their tracks.

"Young Master! Should we give chase or not?!"

One of the surviving disciples' voices trembled, and he was almost crying.

The man with the iron lion stood still, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Reason told him that Huai Kong was already at his limit, and that attack just now was probably launched with the last bit of true energy. If he chased after him now, he might be able to kill him.

But the chill in my heart was something I couldn't suppress.

Who knows how many lives are hidden in that black iron sword case?

In that brief moment of hesitation, the Golden Lion stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a deep voice:

"Young Master, how can you not avenge the murder of your father?"

Silver Lion gritted his teeth and said:

"While the box on Huai Kong's back was certainly strange, it's also true that he was badly injured."

"He wouldn't have run away if he hadn't been unable to hold on."

Golden Lion continued:

"Indeed! If he could have easily unleashed that attack again, he wouldn't have just killed a few dozen people."

"In the end, it was his last resort to save his life."

Silver Lion Road:

"As long as we are careful and don't give him another chance to open that box, we can definitely corner him in the mountains!"

The Iron Lion Man remained silent for a moment, and the hesitation in his eyes was gradually swallowed up by the killing intent.

"good!"

He suddenly waved his hand, his voice as cold as a knife scraping bone.

"Golden Lion, Silver Lion, heed my command!"

"I order you two to take men and pursue them immediately!"

"If Huai Kong resists, kill him on the spot; if you can capture him, drag him back!"

"I want him to kneel before my father's spirit and pay for his life, inch by inch!"

"yes!"

The wind and snow howled, and the world was a vast expanse of white.

Huai Kong and Wu Er sped along, the wind and snow like knives, cutting their faces painfully.

With each step he took, the metallic taste in his throat grew stronger.

If it weren't for Wu Er shielding him from two hidden arrows shot from behind, he might not have been able to hold on until now.

As Wu Er hurried along, he frowned and cursed:

"What kind of eerie thing is that box you're carrying on your back?"

"That attack just now sent chills down my spine."

Huai Kong didn't answer, but just kept his head down and rushed forward.

Seeing that he wouldn't speak, Wu Er didn't press him further, but instead cursed him again.

"You're like a rock, you can't be broken no matter what you do, and you can't get a single word out of you no matter what you ask."

Finally, a dilapidated mountain god temple appeared ahead, standing alone in the wind and snow.

"Huai Kong, there's a temple ahead. Let's take shelter there for a while."

Wu Er shouted loudly, his voice sounding somewhat faint in the wind and snow.

Huai Kong nodded, and the two of them flashed into the temple.

The temple was covered in cobwebs, the statues had long since collapsed, and the walls were drafty, but at least they could keep out the falling snow.

Huai Kong was pale, clutching his chest as he leaned against a pillar, his breathing slightly rapid.

Although he was not fatally injured in the battle just now, he had forcibly activated the Heavenly Sin and taken several Iron Killing Fists from the Iron Lion Man, and his internal energy was already in a mess.

Wu Er glanced at the dilapidated temple, which was drafty from all sides, and clicked his tongue.

"It's a bit worn out, but it's better than freezing outside."

Without waiting for Huai Kong to reply, he turned around and started dismantling the offering table.

"You should adjust your breathing first, I'll start a fire."

He searched the temple, dismantled several broken-legged offering tables, and found some dry straw, which he piled in the center of the temple.

"call--"

As the tinderbox lit up, a cluster of flames leaped in the dry grass, igniting the firewood.

The crackling sound of burning filled the air, and the orange flames dispelled the chill in the temple, illuminating the slightly tired faces of the two people.

Huai Kong sat cross-legged by the fire, closed his eyes and circulated his internal energy. As the energy flowed, a wisp of white steam gradually rose from the top of his head, and his pale face gained a bit of color.

Wu Er sat to one side, occasionally adding a piece of firewood to the fire, but his eyes remained warily fixed on the dilapidated temple gate.

The wind and snow outside seemed to be getting even stronger, howling like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

There was a moment of silence in the temple before Wu Er spoke first.

"Huai Kong".

Huai Kong didn't open his eyes, only giving a faint reply.

Wu Er stared at the fire and said:

"Why did you admit it in the valley just now?"

Huai Kong did not answer.

Wu Er threw another piece of firewood into the fire, and the flames flickered, casting his face in shifting light and shadow.

"Don't try to fool me with that 'daring to do it and take responsibility' nonsense."

"Others believe it, but I don't."

"If you really killed Kitano Yushi, you wouldn't have looked at Iron Lion Man like that when you saw his crazy state just now."

Huai Kong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, still without responding.

Wu Er is quite popular.

"You—"

He stopped himself halfway through his sentence, only muttering a curse under his breath.

"never mind."

"If you don't want to talk, I'm too lazy to force you."

"Since I'm here, I don't intend to just watch you die at the hands of those mad dogs."

Huai Kong then opened her eyes and glanced at him.

The firelight reflected on Wu Er's rough, hard face, making the earnestness in his eyes exceptionally clear.

"Thanks," Huai Kong said in a low voice.

Wu Er was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected him to suddenly utter those two words, then he pursed his lips.

Don't give me that.

"If you really want to thank me, you'll have to treat me to a drink once I'm out of Lion King's territory alive."

Huai Kong's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but the injury aggravated his pale face.

After an unknown amount of time, Huai Kong, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt his eyelids twitch slightly.

"Someone's coming."

He didn't open his eyes, and his voice was so calm that there wasn't the slightest ripple.

Wu Er was poking at the fire with a stick when he heard this, he paused, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"I'll go take a look."

He dropped the stick, dusted off his hands, and got up to walk towards the temple gate.

"Squeak—"

The dilapidated temple door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in, making the fire flicker.

Wu Er stood at the door, squinting as he looked into the depths of the wind and snow.

Three figures walked through the snow, their steps slow but steady. They were none other than the Three Hegemons of the North: the Laughing Buddha of the Western Ridge, the Zhuge Liang of the Southern Barbarians, and the Unruly One of the Eastern Yue.

The three approached in a triangular formation, their auras firmly locked onto Wu Er in front of the temple gate.

Wu Er recognized the newcomer, his heart sank slightly, but his face remained impassive, only letting out a cold laugh:

"So it's you three old fogies."

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling remained amiable, rubbing his hands together with a smile.

"Sect Master Wu Er, it's quite fate that we bumped into each other in this dilapidated temple on such a snowy day."

Wu Er scoffed.

"Don't give me that crap. The moment your fat jiggles, I know you're up to no good."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge lightly waved his feather fan and said in a sinister tone:

"Don't be so impulsive, we're not here for you."

Dongyue Buqun stood with his hands behind his back in the snow, coldly glancing at Wu Er.

"If you know what's good for you, get out of the way."

Wu Er stood firmly in place, blocking the doorway completely.

"Move aside?"

"You three old dogs have blocked the temple entrance together, and you expect me to move aside?"

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling maintained his smile, but his tone gradually turned somber.

"Hehe, Master Wu Er, let's not beat around the bush."

"We came here for Huaikong."