I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Oh?" Wu Er raised an eyebrow and sneered.

"For Huai Kong? What, you want to use his head to exchange for a reward at Lion King's Castle?"

"Hmph! A reward in exchange?" Dongyue Buqun sneered, his face full of arrogance.

"That Iron Lion Man brat thinks he'd make me bow down to him?"

As he said this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice deepened.

"Now that mad dog is insisting that the three of us were behind it, and that Huai Kong killed Kitano Yushi."

"Lion King Castle has already issued a challenge to the three of us."

"We are not afraid of Lion King Castle, but we don't want to take the blame for nothing, and we don't want to let a madman bite everyone he sees."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan and slowly continued the conversation:

"That's right! The only one who can explain things clearly now is Huai Kong."

"As long as he comes forward and explains that this matter has nothing to do with the three of us, we will naturally not make things difficult for him."

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling remained all smiles, his stomach trembling slightly with each laugh, but his tone was anything but soft.

"Sect Master Wu Er, please do me a favor."

"Just hand them over, and it'll save everyone trouble."

"Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, I will return the person safely to him."

After hearing this, Wu Er found it laughable.

They say nice things, but to put it bluntly, they just want to tie Huai Kong up and use him as a shield.

If you really hand people over to them, there's a high chance they'll be taken to Lion King Castle in the blink of an eye.

Regardless of whether Huai Kong lives or dies, these three families can at least absolve themselves of any responsibility.

"What if I don't agree?"

Wu Er raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, the edge of his palm angled upwards, and the Qiangdao Dog Sword was already secretly activated in his palm.

"Then don't blame us for being impolite."

A cold glint flashed in Dongyue Buqun's eyes, and he slowly raised both palms.

The moment the palm strike began, the surrounding wind and snow suddenly intensified.

A chilling, bone-piercing aura swept out from him, crackling and popping on the snow. In the blink of an eye, the snow froze into a thin layer of ice, and even the two bare rocks in front of the temple gate were covered with a layer of white frost.

Although Xiling Xiaofo and Nanman Zhuge did not make a move immediately, the three of them locked the temple gate with their auras at the same moment.

If Wu Er makes even the slightest concession, they will all rush in at the same time.

Inside the dilapidated mountain god temple, the firelight flickered faintly.

Huai Kong sat cross-legged by the fire, his eyes slightly closed, his internal energy repeatedly suppressing the churning injuries in his meridians.

He heard every word the people outside said, but his face remained completely expressionless.

Suddenly, a cold, deep voice rang in my ears without warning.

"Why not use Heavenly Punishment to kill them?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like the light clinking of metal, chilling to the bone.

Huai Kong's body suddenly trembled, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Across from the campfire, a tall, dark figure had appeared.

His robes trailed to the ground, and he stood backlit, almost blending into the shadows of the temple. If it weren't for the overwhelming aura that made it hard to breathe, it would have seemed as if he had always been standing there.

Huai Kong looked at that figure, his pale lips moving slightly.

"big--"

The man in black robes didn't even let him finish speaking, coldly uttering only two words.

"Concentrate."

Before he finished speaking, he was already behind Huai Kong.

A broad and strong hand rested firmly on the back of Huai Kong's vest.

"boom!"

The powerful and domineering true energy instantly poured into his body.

This true energy was fierce and powerful, yet it was controlled with extreme precision. After entering the meridians, it did not rush around randomly, but instead pushed horizontally, clearing away the stagnation inch by inch, and then forcefully suppressing the churning internal energy back down.

A sudden warmth filled his chest.

The dragon-shaped true energy, which had been darting around wildly, seemed to have suddenly collided with a real ferocious beast, and was forced to retreat step by step by this more domineering and heavier true energy.

He felt a warmth in his dantian, and even the pain that had almost made him split open subsided considerably.

In this world, there is no one else besides Huai Mie who can refine his true qi to such a high level and heal him without hesitation.

Huai Kong closed his eyes, but his heart was far from calm.

Outside the temple, the wind and snow howled, and three murderous auras pressed down on the entrance.

The man inside the temple didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, as if the three of them—the Laughing Buddha of Xiling, the Zhuge Liang of Nanman, and the Buqun of Dongyue—were nothing more than a few grains of sand that had fallen into the sole of his boot.

"Refocus." Huai Mie's voice remained cold and hard.

"A few mere wisps of mixed energy, and you're already upset?"

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong stopped being distracted, took a deep breath, and let the domineering true energy circulate within his body.

Outside the temple, the wind and snow were raging.

Wu Er stood at the door, his palm strike already at its peak, yet he still maintained a nonchalant and fierce demeanor.

"Have you three old geezers finished spouting nonsense?"

"If you're going to do it, do it quickly."

"I'm sick and tired of hearing people standing at the door in the snow, arguing all the time."

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling maintained his smile, but his eyes darkened.

"Wu Er, I'll say it one last time, get out of the way."

"Fuck you." Wu Er grinned.

"If you're so capable, then fight your way in yourself."

"court death!"

Dongyue Buqun was the first to make a move.

He took a step forward, and a burst of cold energy surged from his palm, leaving an icy white palm print in the snow, heading straight for Wu Er's chest.

"Frosty Soul Palm!"

Instead of retreating, Wu Er advanced, flipping his palm so that the edge of his hand was like a sword, and slashed straight at Wu Er.

"A dramatic turn of events!"

With a sudden turn of his palm, he forcefully deflected Dongyue Buqun's chilling palm strike, then smoothly cut in, his technique extremely ruthless.

With a muffled thud, the two men's palms collided in mid-air, causing ice shards and slush to explode together.

Wu Er swayed slightly, but did not retreat. Instead, he used the momentum from the collision to take a half-step to the side, and with a twist of his hand, he slashed at Dong Yue Buqun's wrist.

Dongyue Buqun had not expected that after a head-on collision, he could still pursue and bite so closely, so he had no choice but to forcibly withdraw his palm and retreat.

"Laughing Buddha! Zhuge! You two are still watching the show?!"

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge sneered, flicked his feather fan, and three dark points silently pierced the wind and snow, aiming for Wu Er's waist and ribs.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling stepped forward with a smile. His thick, heavy hands, though seemingly clumsy, struck with the force of a collapsing mountain, completely sealing off any escape route.

With the three of them surrounding the temple, the area in front of the gate suddenly became extremely dangerous.

Wu Er, however, became increasingly fierce as the fight progressed.

Wu Er's palms flew, one palm intercepting Dong Yue Bu Qun, the other forcing Xi Ling Xiao Fo. His body suddenly spun, actually passing through the several hidden forces of Nanman Zhuge, but his sleeve was still torn open.

"Damn it, three against one, they're shameless!"

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang smiled sinisterly:

"What's the point of talking about face when dealing with a mad dog like you?"

Wu Er spat, his eyes flashing with even more ferocity.

"Let's see who gets bitten to death first!"

After saying that, his palm strikes changed again, and he became like a mad dog, pouncing, tearing, biting, and entangled, completely unlike the steady and methodical approach of an ordinary master.

Ironically, it was precisely because of this that the three northern hegemons were unable to suppress him for a time.

The firelight in the temple flickered twice, and Huai Mie suddenly frowned.

He sensed that deep within Huai Kong's meridians, besides the fist energy left by the Iron Lion Man, there was another extremely domineering and powerful true energy.

This surge of true energy, like a raging fire, surged and crashed through the meridians, endlessly entangled with the force of the fist.

If it weren't for Huai Kong's foundation being far superior to that of ordinary people, someone slightly weaker would have already had their meridians severed.

"Um?"

Huai Mie's eyes narrowed slightly, and the true energy under his palm immediately changed, directly pressing towards that strange force.

"What domineering and extremely powerful Yang energy!"

Huai Kong's throat tightened, and he whispered:

"Not Iron Lion Man."

Huai Mie coldly said:

"Nonsense. Does he even deserve to hurt you like this?"

Huai Kong gave a wry smile, and the image of the figure wearing a bronze mask in the tavern involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"He's a mysterious person."

Huai Mie remained silent for a moment, then his palm strike became even heavier.

"If you encounter someone like this in the future, fight if you can beat them, and retreat if you can't."

His voice remained cold as he spoke, devoid of any emotion.

Huai Kong felt a slight tremor in his heart. His elder brother was always a man of few words, and even less often did he speak in such a way that it was almost like giving instructions.

But the more it is like this, the heavier the weight becomes.

Outside the temple, the battle was escalating.

The swordplay of Wu Er grew increasingly ferocious, with the left sword forcing Dong Yue Bu Qun aside and the right sword slashing swiftly towards the throat of Xi Ling Xiao Fo.

There's a way to achieve greatness even among the strongest!

His swordplay suddenly changed, and the sword shadows exploded, one sword becoming nine, simultaneously attacking Xiling Xiaofo from different angles, forcing him to retreat to protect himself.

The previously impenetrable encirclement finally revealed a small gap.

"That mad dog is really troublesome!"

Zhuge Liang, a strategist from the Southern Barbarians, waved his feather fan swiftly, sending out several streams of venomous energy that skimmed across the snow, aiming specifically for Wu Er's lower body and the gaps between his ribs.

Dongyue Buqun's face was gloomy, and his palms surged with cold energy, causing layers of ice to spread out in circles on the ground, clearly intending to block Wuer's path.

But Wu Er was as slippery as an eel and as ruthless as a mad dog. He should have been blocked several times, but he always managed to sneak out at the last minute.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked.

"Squeak—"

Suddenly, the temple door behind them was pushed open from the inside.

The wind and snow seemed to freeze for a moment.

Wu Er and the three northern overlords stopped fighting at the same time and turned around.

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the temple and stood on the stone steps.

Huai Kong's face was still somewhat pale, but his gaze was clear and steady. His aura was no longer scattered, and Tian Zui lay quietly behind him. He stood there like a piece of cold iron stuck in the wind and snow.

"Huai Kong?!" Wu Er's eyes lit up at first, but then he couldn't help but curse.

"You fucking survived?"

Huai Kong nodded slightly to him, signaling him to step back a bit, then his gaze swept over the three northern tyrants.

"The three of you have gone to great lengths to chase me to this place in the snow for my sake; it must have been quite a journey."

Xiling Xiaofo stared at him for a couple of seconds, his eyelids twitching slightly.

He was clearly on the verge of death from serious injuries a moment ago, but in such a short time, his breathing has stabilized considerably.

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang was the most cunning. He slightly closed the feather fan in his hand, and a hidden weapon was secretly fastened between his fingers.

"Hmph, it's hardly hard work," he said in a sinister voice.

"As long as you're willing to come with us and explain yourself clearly, naturally—"

Before he could finish speaking, his wrist twitched.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three bone-piercing nails, hidden in the wind and snow, silently shot towards Huai Kong's face, throat, and heart.

This move was swift and insidious, clearly intended to take advantage of his distraction while he was talking and cripple him with a single blow.

Wu Er cursed:

"You bastard!"

Huai Kong didn't even move his feet, but simply raised his right hand and gently clenched his five fingers.

"Emptying the sun and moon in vain."

As soon as this move was made, it was as if an invisible barrier of energy gently unfolded in front of him.

The three bone-piercing nails had only been half a foot away when they seemed to have crashed into an unseen pool of soft water. Their momentum suddenly halted, and they were gently enveloped by a clever force, obediently stopping in mid-air.

With a flick of his wrist, all three bone-piercing nails fell into his palm.

"Ding-dong."

With a casual flick of his wrist, the bone-piercing nail landed on the icy ground, making a few crisp, clear sounds.

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge's expression immediately changed.

He was always very confident in his hidden weapon skills, but he never expected that Huai Kong would catch it with a simple wave of his hand.

Wu Er stood to the side, first taken aback, then grinned.

"Old man, you dare to show off with such despicable tricks?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold snort came from inside the temple.

"snort."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer slamming into someone's ear, making their eardrums buzz.

"Using such low-class things is shameful."

The three northern tyrants' expressions all changed.

The smile on Xiling Xiaofo's face froze for a moment.

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge instinctively took a half step back.

Dongyue Buqun was the most shocked and furious. The three of them had been guarding outside the temple and had not noticed that there were other people inside.

"Who's playing tricks in there?!"

He let out a fierce shout, and cold energy surged from his palms. He moved like an eagle skimming the snow, rushing straight towards the temple gate.

"Get out here right now!"

Wu Er was completely dumbfounded.

He clearly saw Huai Kong sitting in the temple meditating, so how come there's another person here?

Moreover, he hadn't noticed this aura at all.

Just as he felt a chill run down his spine, Dongyue Buqun rushed into the temple.

Immediately afterwards, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted from the temple.

"ah--!"

The screams stopped abruptly halfway through.

The next moment, a figure was sent flying backward even faster than when it rushed in.

"Bang!"

Dongyue Buqun fell heavily onto the snow and slid backward for several feet before finally coming to a stop.

Everyone stared intently, and gasped in shock.

Just moments ago, Dongyue Buqun was full of arrogance, but now he was so thin that he was just skin and bones. His robes hung loosely on his body, and his exposed skin was charred and wrinkled, as if all the flesh and blood in his body had been drained and steamed away in an instant.

He lay there in the snow, looking like a withered corpse just dragged from a grave.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling and the Zhuge Liang of the Southern Barbarians were so shocked that their souls sank and their calves began to tighten.

Dongyue Buqun struggled to raise a withered, bony hand, pointing intently towards the temple gate, his throat emitting gasps like a broken bellows.

"My lord... my lord..."

"Report this for me..."

He couldn't utter the last word.

His head lolled to the side, and he died on the spot.

His withered, gray eyes were still fixed on the temple gate, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world before he died.