I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The world was deathly silent, with only the wind and snow still howling.

Xiling Xiaofo and Nanman Zhuge exchanged a glance, their faces drained of all color.

one move.

With a single move, Dongyue Buqun was reduced to a withered corpse.

The person in the temple is someone they can't afford to mess with.

Xiling Laughing Buddha's throat bobbed, and the usual smile on his face couldn't be forced out; his voice was dry.

"Walk."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang, disregarding any pretense of composure, folded his feather fan and whispered:

"Hurry! We must go back and report this to our lord!"

The two dared not linger any longer, not even daring to utter a single polite word.

Xiling Xiaofo scooped up Dongyue Buqun's withered corpse and, together with Nanman Zhuge, dashed out of the snowfield. Their movements were so fast they were almost comical, and they disappeared into the vast snowstorm in the blink of an eye.

All that remained in front of the temple gate was howling wind and snow, and a chill that had not yet dissipated.

Wu Er stared blankly at the scene, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

He was just desperately trying to stop people, but in the blink of an eye, Dongyue Buqun was turned into a dried corpse with a single move, and Xiling Xiaofo and Nanman Zhuge fled as if they had seen a ghost.

This was too ruthless; it was so ruthless that even someone like him, who lived on the edge of a knife, felt a chill run down his spine.

He swallowed hard, turned to look at Huai Kong, then glanced at the deep temple gate, and lowered his voice:

"Who exactly is that person inside Huaikong?"

Huai Kong gazed in the direction the two had fled, his eyes filled with complex emotions. After a moment, he whispered:

"My older brother."

Wu Er was taken aback.

"Big brother?"

He looked Huai Kong up and down, then couldn't help but glance into the temple.

"You Iron Gate brothers, how come you're all so eccentric?"

Huai Kong didn't respond to that, but only looked up at the depths of the wind and snow, his expression slightly somber.

Seeing his reaction, Wu Er wisely refrained from pressing the matter further, only clicking her tongue and muttering under her breath:

"No wonder you were able to sit still in the temple just now; it turns out you really had someone backing you up."

"If I had known it was your older brother inside, I wouldn't have had to fight like a mad dog outside all by myself."

Huai Kong glanced at him, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Brother Wu Er, I will remember your kindness today."

Wu Er waved his hand, speaking decisively:

"Don't give me that. I'm helping you, not to hear your thanks."

"If you like someone, you'll help them."

"If they don't like something, they'll turn on you quickly."

At this point, he suddenly grinned.

"Although you're a bit dull, you're not too annoying."

In the distance, atop a towering cliff, two figures crouched behind a snowdrift, clearly seeing the scene before the temple—the golden and silver lions of Lion King's Castle.

The two lay prone in the snow, barely breathing.

Only after the Laughing Buddha of Xiling and the Southern Barbarian Zhuge had fled far away did the Golden Lion slowly exhale a breath of white air, but his face was still very ugly.

Silver Lion's voice trembled, and he lowered it to a very low hue:

"Old Jin...did you see clearly just now?"

Golden Lion nodded with a stern face.

"I saw it clearly."

"Dongyue Buqun rushed in, but couldn't even withstand a single exchange."

Silver Lion's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes twitched.

"Who exactly is this person?"

"Even Dongyue Buqun was beaten to a pulp; if it had been us rushing in just now..."

He stopped talking at that point.

The rest was left unsaid, but both of them understood what was going to happen.

If it had been the two of them who pounced on us, there would most likely have been two more corpses on the ground.

The golden lion looked up at the dilapidated temple, the snow reflecting off his face, which appeared to be a mixture of emotions.

"Huai Kong's injuries are healing way too quickly."

"He was being forced to retreat step by step by the young master, but now he's standing up as if nothing happened."

Silver Lion's heart sank upon hearing this.

"Then...should we go back and report to the young master?"

Jin Shi pondered for a moment, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

"No."

Silver Lion was taken aback.

"Not reporting it?"

"How do we report it?" Golden Lion asked in a low voice.

"You're telling us Huai Kong isn't dead, that he has a monster by his side who can drain Dong Yue Buqun dry in one move, and that we just stood by and watched without daring to utter a sound?"

Silver Lion's expression immediately turned even uglier.

Golden Lion continued:

"The young master is currently furious and only wants revenge."

"If he finds out that Huai Kong has such strong reinforcements, he will most likely force us to continue to bring people to chase after them."

"By then, who will be the one to die?"

Silver Lion remained silent for a long while, then gritted his teeth and said:

"But if we go back and say we lost them, the young master might not believe us."

"Whether he believes it or not is his business." Golden Lion lowered his eyelids.

"Our lives are our own."

"The Lion King of the North is dead, and Lion King Fortress is now severely weakened. The most important thing right now is not to serve anyone, but to protect ourselves and the foundation of the fortress."

"If we really risk our lives, how will we ever get revenge?"

Upon hearing this, Silver Lion's expression changed several times, but he finally nodded.

"You're right. Let's go back first and say that the snow was too heavy when we got here, and we lost all trace of them."

"As for that person in the temple..."

Jin Shi said coldly,

"Let it rot inside you for now."

"We'll make plans after we've figured out the details."

Having made up their minds, the two decided not to linger any longer and quietly retreated down the cliff, soon disappearing into the wind and snow.

The wind in front of the temple grew stronger.

Wu Er withdrew his gaze and said to Chong Huai Kong:

"The trouble is over for now."

Huai Kong clasped his hands in a respectful bow, his tone solemn:

"Brother Wu Er, I will forever remember your kindness today."

"But what happened afterward is ultimately a family matter of the Iron Gate family, and it's inconvenient to involve you in it any further."

Wu Er, always straightforward, didn't mince words and laughed heartily upon hearing this:

"Fine, since you've put it that way, it would be pointless for me to stay any longer."

As he spoke, he pointed at Huai Kong.

"But let me say this first."

"If you ever reach a point where you can't hold on any longer, don't force yourself to."

"The Unique Sect is still around, and I'm not dead yet."

Huai Kong nodded:

"it is good."

Wu Er glanced again toward the depths of the temple gate, his eyes still betraying a hint of apprehension, before shaking his head.

"I'm scared of people like your older brother, so I'd better not go in and bother him."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer. With a leap, he disappeared into the vast snowfield in a few bounds.

After seeing Wu Er off, Huai Kong turned and walked back into the temple.

The fire inside the temple had shrunk somewhat, but Huai Mie was still sitting cross-legged beside the fire, his expression stern, as if he hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

"Big brother." Huai Kong walked over and sat down opposite him.

"The person is gone?" Huai Mie didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Let's go," Huai Kong replied.

Huai Mie then raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Huai Kong's face.

"Any leads on the whereabouts of the peerless sword?"

"I've got it," Huai Kong said in a deep voice.

"The news has been confirmed; the peerless sword is in Duan Lang's hands."

"Duan Lang?" Huai Mie frowned slightly and repeated the name to himself.

"The son of Duan Shuai, the leader of the Southern Lin Sword Sect?"

"Exactly." Huai Kong nodded.

"Moreover, he is currently in the Tianshan Mountains."

The firelight flickered slightly, casting intermittent light and shadow on Huai Mie's profile.

"Tianshan..."

He repeated the sentence in a low voice, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Huai Kong continued:

"After the Tianxia Society was destroyed, Tianshan gradually disappeared from the news."

"It's not widely known in the martial arts world these days. People only say that a very secretive force has appeared there, called Tianwaitian."

"Duan Lang is the master of the Outer Heavens."

Huai Mie sneered upon hearing this.

"The Outer Heavens?"

"Quite the boast."

Huai Kongdao:

"This sect has hardly shown its face in recent years, and very few people in the martial arts world know about it."

"That's precisely why it's even harder to gauge the depth of the matter."

Upon hearing this, Huai Mie's expression remained largely unchanged; he simply said:

"Whether it's called the Outer Heaven or the Underground Cave, as long as the peerless sword is in Duan Lang's hands, we must go there."

Huai Kong nodded, his voice lowering slightly:

"Master can't wait any longer."

The temple fell silent for a moment.

Both of them understood that this was not just a casual remark.

Iron God is currently trapped, his incurable illness remains unresolved, and the peerless sword is the only clue.

If we had been any later, who knows what would have happened?

Huai Mie suddenly raised his hand, slowly clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a soft cracking sound.

"As long as we bring back the peerless sword, Master's chronic illness can be cured."

"By then, the prestige of the Iron Gate, which has been tarnished, should be restored."

He spoke in a calm tone, but the unyielding sharpness in his words was like a raging fire about to burst forth from a furnace.

Huai Kong looked at him and whispered:

"This journey won't be easy. That masked man in the tavern has an eerily powerful skill. If he also goes after Duan Lang, we might run into him again later."

Huai Mie's eyes turned cold.

"If we bump into each other, we bump into each other."

"Whoever blocks the way, dies."

After an incense stick has burned.

The wind and snow outside the temple suddenly changed.

The snow curtain, which was originally rolling endlessly, seemed to be pressed down by something unseen, and there was a brief pause in mid-air.

Immediately following, an intensely hot wave of air approached from afar.

Where the heatwave passed, snowflakes melted into white vapor before they even hit the ground, and withered branches crackled and spontaneously combusted. The entire snowfield, amidst the extreme cold, generated a hellish heat.

Huai Mie opened his eyes first.

Huai Kong also looked up at the same moment, his expression changing slightly.

"It's him."

Outside the temple, several figures broke through the wind and landed in front of the dilapidated temple.

The leader was dressed in fine clothes and wore a bronze mask that screamed madness, revealing only a pair of eyes that were full of arrogance and ambition.

A faint golden light flowed around him, and when he took a step, the snow at his feet did not melt, but was directly shattered by that extremely yang energy.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling and the Southern Barbarian Zhuge followed behind, one on the left and one on the right. At this moment, they had lost all the prestige of the northern overlords. Their heads were lowered, and they looked like two old dogs whose life force had been seized.

"My lord, this is it." Xiling Xiaofo pointed to the dilapidated temple, his voice low.

"Huai Kong and that mysterious person in the temple are both inside."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge also hurriedly said:

"Dongyue Buqun died at the hands of that mysterious man. My lord, you must not be careless."

After hearing this, the masked man did not answer immediately, but only slightly raised his head and glanced at the temple gate.

That gaze pierced through the wind and snow, as cold as a knife.

Just that one glance.

"Snap!"

The already rotten wooden planks on the temple gate suddenly cracked, as if unable to withstand the invisible pressure, and in the blink of an eye, they were covered with cracks.

Xiling Xiaofo and Nanman Zhuge stood behind him, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The masked man's lips curled slightly, and his voice was deep, as if he was deliberately concealing his true tone.

"I'd like to see just who dares to touch my people."

Upon hearing this, the Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang immediately regained his arrogance and shouted into the temple in a shrill voice:

"Hey you inside, did you hear me?! Get out here and face your death!"

The temple was unusually quiet.

There was no reply, nor even the sound of footsteps.

It's like an empty grave.

A hint of impatience flashed in the masked man's eyes as he slowly raised his right hand.

"Playing tricks."

"Since you're not coming out—"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fists.

"A dragon emerges from the abyss!"

boom!

Golden dragon energy erupted from his palm, instantly piercing through the snow curtain and slamming fiercely towards the dilapidated temple ahead.

This move is more powerful, heavier, and more domineering than the one in the tavern.

The moment the force shot through the air, it felt as if the air around the entire temple was being torn apart, followed by a deafening roar.

"Boom—!!!"

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the bricks, beams, and tiles were all swallowed up by the golden dragon energy. Before they could even take flight, they were crushed into dust by that incomparably scorching true energy.

The entire dilapidated temple was instantly transformed into a scorched crater, with several feet of the foundation being sheared away. The snow within a radius of ten feet was completely evaporated, leaving only a patch of scorched earth still emitting blue smoke.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling watched, his eyelids twitching, his heart filled with both shock and fear.

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang couldn't help but chuckle obsequiously:

"My lord's divine skills are unparalleled; Huai Kong and that mysterious man are now—"

Before he could finish speaking, his smile froze on his face.

The pit was completely empty.

Not to mention bones, not even a scrap of clothing was left.

The masked man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange light finally flashed in his eyes.

"They ran away?"

He did not get angry, but slowly withdrew his palm, with golden residual energy still swirling around it like a thin dragon, flickering uncertainly.

Xiling Xiaofo and Nanman Zhuge exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

The fact that the attack missed means either Huai Kong is incredibly skilled, or the mysterious person in the temple is even more terrifying.

Neither of these outcomes is something to be happy about.

The masked man looked at the remaining golden energy in his palm and suddenly chuckled softly.

The wind and snow whipped up his clothes, making his bronze mask flicker between light and shadow.

Once upon a time, the Peerless City was renowned throughout the world.

But after the city fell, he could only hide in the world like a stray dog, watching helplessly as the Dugu family's prestige slowly rotted into the mud.

It's different now.

The dragon energy he unleashed was enough to reclaim the old humiliations from the martial world, bit by bit.

"Father..." The masked man slowly clenched his fists, and the scorched earth beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch.

"Just you wait and see."

"What Wushuang City has lost, I will take back with my own hands."

"Huai Kong, and that cowardly fellow hiding in the temple..."

His gaze slowly swept across the snow-covered landscape, a chilling smile creeping onto his lips.

"You might escape once, but you won't escape a second time."

"This world seems vast, but when it comes to finding someone, it's actually quite small."

"We'll meet again soon."