I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Wu'er, what movement technique did you use just now?"

Duan Lang slowly opened his eyes, not responding to his son's greeting immediately, but staring intently at Duan Wu with lightning-fast eyes.

"Silent and stealthy, traversing the void... This is not a move from the Ten Directions Invincible Scripture."

His tone was calm, but Duanwu could tell that his father was suppressing his anger in his eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no."

In the heat of the moment, I unconsciously used the divine movement technique that Uncle Jiang had given me.

If Dad finds out he's secretly learning "heretical" techniques behind his back, he'll definitely get a good beating.

Duan Wu's eyes darted around, and he immediately put on an innocent expression, chuckling sheepishly.

"Father, I've been practicing on my own lately, just casually, it's nothing to brag about!"

As he spoke, he secretly observed Duan Lang's reaction.

Duan Lang stared at him for a few moments, his eyes unreadable, but ultimately he didn't press the matter.

Duan Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief—he had escaped a calamity.

However, he knew in his heart that his father had noticed, but he just hadn't made a fuss about it yet.

This score will be settled sooner or later.

Let's quickly change the subject.

"By the way, Father, a few 'Iron Flies' have come down from the mountain, buzzing around a lot. They say they're from an iron gate and want to borrow your peerless sword to save their lives."

"Borrow a sword?" Duan Lang raised an eyebrow, his attention indeed diverted, and a playful smile curved his lips.

"The peerless sword has long been fused with the Fire Scales, and there is no longer such a sword in the world... Interesting, there are still people who miss it."

He slowly stood up, his red socks fluttering in the wind, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance.

"Bring them in."

"I'd like to see what makes the people at the Iron Gate so capable that they dare to make such a request."

A moment later, led by Duan Wu, the three passed through many corridors and entered the Heavenly Palace.

Inside the main hall, everything was resplendent in gold and magnificent in its grandeur.

The massive stone pillars stand in a row, each carved with ferocious fire scales that appear lifelike in the firelight.

Duan Lang sat upright on his high seat, wearing red socks, his expression languid yet exuding an aura of domineering authority.

His posture was casual, with his left hand supporting his chin and his right hand tapping the armrest absentmindedly, like a diner waiting for his food.

Most striking of all is the ancient-looking sword case standing beside him.

The sword case was entirely crimson, and although it was not opened, it faintly exuded a scorching sword intent that could burn the heavens and boil the seas, causing the air around Zhou Ao to distort slightly.

As soon as the three stepped into the hall, they felt a wave of heat hit them, as if they were next to a volcano, and even their breathing became scorching.

Bai Ling shrank her neck from the heat and subconsciously moved closer to Huai Mie.

Huai Mie didn't say anything, but he took half a step forward, getting ahead of her.

As soon as Huai Kong entered the main hall, his gaze was drawn to the crimson sword box.

It wasn't out of curiosity, but because the iron box on his back was trembling.

"Buzz—!"

The iron box suddenly began to tremble violently. The creature inside seemed to sense something terrifying and frantically pounded against the box walls, making rapid "bang bang bang" sounds, like a caged beast smelling the scent of its own kind and desperately trying to break free.

wrong--

They are not the same kind.

They are natural enemies.

Tianzui sensed the unparalleled sharpness of the Fire Kirin Sword, and it was not excited, but terrified!

It frantically swings its arms with its most primal, ferocious instincts, trying to break free of its restraints and fight or flee from its natural enemies.

Huai Kong's back ached from the shock, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he pressed his hands firmly against the iron box, desperately trying to push it down.

If Tianzui were to break free here and start a killing spree, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Pfft?" Duan Lang lowered his gaze slightly, glancing at the wildly leaping iron box behind Huai Kong, a smile playing on his lips.

"Interesting, it's actually a deadly weapon."

He didn't even look up when he said this, as if he were commenting on an insignificant trinket.

Huai Kong suppressed the unusual movement of the iron box, stepped forward, and respectfully bowed:

"Junior Tiemen Huaikong greets Master Duan."

Huai Mie, standing to the side, lowered his head and looked meek, showing no trace of his previous arrogance.

Along the way, he was first beaten by Xiong Ba with Tai Chi, leaving him powerless to fight back, and then his protective aura was pierced by Duan Shen's punch, almost costing him his life.

Huai Mie's arrogance has been completely worn away.

Facing this legendary leader of the Heavenly Realm, feeling his aura as deep and unfathomable as a prison, they felt that he was unfathomable and dared not have the slightest thought of challenging him.

He even had an absurd idea in his mind—

A figure of Xiong Ba's stature could only serve as a gatekeeper in the Outer Heavens.

The brat Duan Shen, who beat him so badly he couldn't fight back, was just Duan Lang's son.

That Duan Lang himself...

Huai Mie dared not think any further.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

Duan Lang spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

Huai Kong took a deep breath and said:

"My master is seriously ill, with fire toxins accumulating in his body, and his life is hanging by a thread."

"I've heard that the peerless sword was forged by Hei Han and can absorb all things, so I want to borrow it from Master Duan to draw out the fire poison from my master's body."

"Return it after use, no renege on the debt!"

"Absorbing fire poison?"

A hint of mockery flashed in Duan Lang's eyes.

He's been in the underworld for so many years, what tricks hasn't he seen?

The excuse of "borrowing a sword to cure an illness" is only good for fooling children.

What kind of fire poison requires a peerless sword to absorb?

It was clearly that old man who thought the divine weapon was good and wanted to get his hands on it through his apprentice.

However—this kid's filial piety is genuine. And the fierce weapon he carries on his back is indeed quite interesting.

"The peerless sword is long gone." Duan Lang pointed to the crimson sword case beside him.

"Its sword spirit has already merged into the Fire Kirin Sword. However..."

He changed the subject, his gaze falling on the iron box behind Huai Kong, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"The Fire Kirin Sword has absorbed the soul of a peerless sword and also has the ability to absorb energy."

"Lending it to you is not out of the question."

Huai Kong and the other two's eyes lit up, and they were about to express their gratitude—

"However, I don't do unprofitable deals." Duan Lang lightly flicked the Fire Scale Sword Box with his right fingertip, emitting a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"If you want to borrow the Fire Kirin Sword, first show me that vicious weapon on your back."

"If you meet my standards, borrowing the sword is no problem."

Huai Kong's expression changed drastically:

"Severing the sect leader is unacceptable!"

"Heavenly Sin is an unparalleled weapon of deadly ferocity. Once unsheathed, it unleashes its full ferocity, beyond human control, and will harm you!"

"Hurt me?"

Duan Lang seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and laughed loudly.

Laughter echoed through the hall, causing the fire-scaled statues on the stone pillars to tremble slightly.

"There isn't a single weapon in the world that can harm me yet!"

Before he finished speaking, he slightly raised his right hand.

A burst of crimson flame suddenly erupted from his palm, rapidly condensing into a gigantic hand of fire in mid-air, each finger burning with intense heat.

"boom!"

An overwhelming suction force suddenly erupted.

Huai Kong felt a lightness behind him.

The incredibly heavy iron box suddenly popped open on its own, and the lid crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

"roar--!!!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the hall.

A hideous and ferocious black light, accompanied by a soaring evil aura, was forcibly pulled out of the iron box by that suction force—it was the ferocious beast Tianzui!

Its shape is ferocious and terrifying, neither knife nor sword, and its entire body is black, covered with dense barbs and mechanisms, like the teeth of some ancient ferocious beast.

As soon as the box was removed, the temperature inside the hall suddenly dropped several degrees, and a malevolent aura spread.

Bai Ling felt a chill run down her spine and her hair stood on end—she had heard Huai Kong mention the horror of Tianzui before, but this was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

The killing intent emanating from this thing made her feel as if death itself was pressing down on her neck.

Huai Mie unconsciously took a step forward, pulling Bai Ling behind him.

After Tianzui was released from the box, it was like an enraged beast, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on Duanlang!

The barbs flipped, the mechanism activated, emitting a series of teeth-grinding metallic clanging sounds, exuding a murderous aura!

Duan Lang extended his right hand, and a burst of fire-attribute true energy transformed into a giant hand, reaching out from afar, piercing through layers of malevolent energy, and firmly grasping Tian Zui's true form!

The temperature of that giant hand of true energy was astonishingly high; the steel that Tianzui was made of was heated until it turned red.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

As if he had suffered a great humiliation, Tianzui frantically thrashed his body, causing countless sharp barbs and mechanisms to operate wildly, tearing and cutting at the giant hand of true energy.

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

A sickening metallic scraping sound echoed through the hall, sparks flying everywhere, illuminating the horrified faces of Huai Kong and the other two.

However, no matter how violent Tianzui was, the giant hand of true energy remained unmoved. The fire-attribute true energy was not only not dispersed by Tianzui, but burned even more fiercely, binding Tianzui tightly.

The three of them, including Huai Kong, were dumbfounded.

The sharpness of Heaven's Sin is enough to cut through gold and jade; Huai Kong knows this best.

He is the only one who can control the Heavenly Sin, and controlling it after each release from its box comes at a great cost.

But now, Duan Lang has it firmly in his grasp with just a giant hand formed from his true energy, like holding a clucking chicken.

Just how terrifying is this person's power?

Just as Tianzui Yikuang was about to open the door, the crimson sword box that had been standing beside Duanlang suddenly trembled violently and burst open!

"boom--!!!"

A crimson beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the dome of the main hall and soaring into the clouds!

In an instant, the world changed color.

At the summit of Tianshan, it seemed as if endless heavenly fire shrouded the sea of ​​clouds, turning it blood red, and the air thick with tension.

A terrifying sword intent capable of destroying the heavens and the earth descended, like a god or demon descending to earth, suppressing the eight wastelands.

"Clang!"

The Fire Kirin Sword was drawn from its sheath on its own, transforming into a crimson fire dragon, carrying the fury that would burn the heavens, and rushing straight at the Heavenly Sin in Duan Lang's hand!

It got angry.

How dare this mere iron beast bare its teeth and claws in front of its master?

Wherever the Fire Kirin Sword passed, the void distorted and heat waves rolled. Its domineering will to devour everything was determined to completely devour this arrogant and ignorant Heavenly Sin and turn it into its own nourishment.

Tianzui, who was still frantically waving his sword in doubt, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water the moment he sensed the aura of the Fire Kirin Sword.

The previously ferocious swinging of the door suddenly stopped, and a trembling sound, like a mournful cry, was emitted.

It was afraid.

The ferocious weapon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws just moments ago was like a wildcat encountering a tiger in front of the Fire Kirin Sword.

"go back."

Just as the Fire Kirin Sword was about to devour Heavenly Sin, Duan Lang frowned slightly, and with a gentle wave of his left hand, a soft yet irresistible force instantly enveloped the Fire Kirin Sword, fixing it in mid-air.

"You can't eat this, it's so rude."

Duan Lang's tone was like scolding a gluttonous child, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

The Fire Kirin Sword let out a pitiful hum, its blade trembled a few times, and then it calmed down the raging flames and obediently flew back into its scabbard.

Then, Duan Lang suddenly struck out with his right palm.

"Bang!"

Tianzui let out a mournful cry, and was directly slammed back into the iron box on Huaikong's back by the enormous force. The box lid slammed shut with a "clang" and then fell silent.

The once ferocious and menacing weapon was now cowering in its iron box, not daring to utter a sound.

Huai Kongyu remained rooted to the spot.

Tianzui was his partner, and he knew the temperament of this deadly weapon better than anyone else—

It never submits to anyone; every time it leaves its box, it is a life-or-death struggle.

But now, it was grabbed and toyed with by Duan Lang's fiery hand, and then slapped back into the box by Duan Lang's palm.

The murderous god turned into a good cat.

"Not bad." Duan Lang nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"This Heavenly Sin is ingeniously designed and extremely ferocious; it is indeed a rare and deadly weapon."

"It seems your iron gate forging skills are truly remarkable."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and the ancient sword box containing the Fire Kirin Sword transformed into a streak of red light, landing steadily in Huai Kong's hand.

"The sword is yours to borrow."

After Duan Lang finished speaking, his tone suddenly turned icy cold:

"But let me make this clear—this sword has long been imbued with spirit, and it is extremely demonic."

"You can only carry the sword case on your backs, and you must never touch the sword hilt."

"Otherwise, if the demonic forces turn against you, you will be drained dry and beyond saving, even by a god."

Huai Kong felt the sword box in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and a burning sensation penetrated straight to his heart.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately lay down to pay his respects, his voice trembling:

"Thank you, Sect Leader Xie, for lending me your sword!"

"Once Master recovers, I will return the sword immediately!"

Huai Mie and Bai Ling also quickly bowed, their hearts filled with extreme awe for this leader of the Outer Heaven Sect.