I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

On Ironheart Island, within the Sword Forging Pool, subterranean fire surges, and waves of heat rise into the sky.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The heavy, resounding blows echoed like thunder, each strike accompanied by a shower of sparks.

The air around the sword-forging platform was so hot it was almost scorching, and even breathing felt like breathing fire.

On the sword-forging platform, a towering, imposing figure, as majestic as a god or demon, was wielding a massive hammer, striking the red-hot refined iron again and again.

Each hammer blow was incredibly precise and powerful, causing the entire sword-forging platform to tremble slightly.

Iron God—no, Iron Madman.

His real name is Tie Kuangtu.

"Iron God" is just a facade he wears to deceive his foolish disciples.

There were no outsiders in the sword-forging pool at the moment, and he was too lazy to put on that "kind master" act.

His wild and rugged face looked ferocious and domineering in the firelight. His copper bell-like eyes burned not with the loving care of a master for his disciple, but with greed and ambition.

Suddenly, his ears twitched—he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the sword-casting pool.

Tie Kuangtu's expression changed in an instant.

His ferocity vanished, his domineering aura subsided, and his bell-like eyes narrowed, becoming cloudy yet benevolent. A weak smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His burly frame hunched slightly, like that of an old man who had been tormented by illness for a long time.

If he hadn't just been wielding a massive hammer, anyone who saw him would have thought he was a kind, frail old man.

He's worn this face for so many years, he changes it faster than flipping through a book.

"Reporting to the Island Master! A message from a flying eagle! Extremely joyous news!"

An old man, carrying a crimson bamboo tube, stumbled and crawled to the sword-forging platform, braving the intense heat.

It is the mind that makes it.

He knelt on both knees, holding the bamboo tube high, his voice slightly trembling with excitement:

"Young Master Huaikong has lived up to everyone's expectations!"

"We've got the divine sword!"

"We're rushing back day and night!"

"Buzz—!"

On the sword-forging platform, the massive hammer suddenly froze in mid-air.

"Iron God" slowly turned around.

At this moment, there was no ferocity on his face, only the excitement and relief of an elderly man suffering from a serious illness upon hearing good news.

Tears welled in his cloudy old eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he reached out his withered hand to take the bamboo tube, his voice hoarse and weak:

"Good...good...Kong'er...has not disappointed me..."

He coughed twice on purpose, covered his chest with his hand, and swayed slightly, as if his excitement had aggravated his "illness".

The heart urge quickly rose to help:

"Island Owner, please take care of your health!"

"It's alright, it's alright..." Tie Kuangtu waved his hand, his eyes filled with heartfelt gratitude.

"With this sword, my illness will be cured."

"Kong'er, this child... I haven't spoiled him for nothing."

Xin Shi's eyes also reddened:

"Yes, Island Master, Young Master Huai Kong has searched for many years and finally found this peerless sword. He has suffered countless hardships along the way..."

"After hardship comes happiness." Tie Kuangtu patted Xinshi's shoulder, his tone as kind as a kind old neighbor.

"Go, summon the Divine Warrior Envoy."

A moment later, the giant warrior strode in and knelt on one knee:

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Pass on my order: have the twelve sea generals immediately steer the Sea Emperor out to sea and bring Kong'er back to the island with the highest honors."

Iron Furious Slayer's voice was still weak, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"This child traveled a long way to borrow a sword in order to save my life. I must not let anything happen to him on his way back."

"Yes, sir!"

The Divine Warrior leaped to his feet, turned, and strode away.

Iron Frenzy turned to the Mind Envoy, a fatherly smile spreading across his face:

"You should go too, and help me prepare a welcome feast. Don't let the children come back without even a hot meal."

The messenger acknowledged the order, bowed, and withdrew.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Once again, only Tie Kuangtu remained in the sword-forging pool.

The mask of "kindness" crumbled in an instant.

His hunched body suddenly straightened up, his cloudy old eyes became sharp as knives again, and the weak smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared completely, replaced by an undisguised greed and fanaticism.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Tie Kuangtu laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the roof tiles and causing the subterranean fire in the sword-forging pool to surge.

He was completely different from the sickly "Iron God" from before.

"With the divine sword in hand, my great undertaking is nearing completion!"

What kind of intractable disease?

He wasn't sick at all.

The so-called "serious illness" was just an excuse he made up to deceive his foolish apprentices.

Huai Kong, Huai Mie, Bai Ling —

They're all incredibly gullible, especially Huai Kong, who's so filial he's practically stupid; if you tell him to go east, he wouldn't dare go west.

What he truly desires is the sword spirit of an unparalleled sword.

The vast East China Sea stretches out with boundless blue waves.

Several fishing boats bobbed on the waves as fishermen took advantage of the fine weather to cast their nets and catch fish.

A tranquil scene unfolds on the sea, the sea breeze carries the scent of salt, and seagulls circle overhead.

On one of the fishing boats, a boy of about twelve years old stood on the gunwale, one foot on the side of the boat and the other dangling in the air, holding a fishing rod in his hand, staring intently at the water with wide eyes.

"Dad, the fish aren't cooperating at all today, not a single one is biting."

The boy put away his fishing rod, muttering to himself.

A faint voice came from inside the cabin:

"It's your lack of patience, what does it have to do with the fish?"

"How am I impatient! I've been sitting here for an hour!" the boy retorted defiantly, then his voice trailed off.

"And Dad, you didn't catch anything either..."

There was no sound in the cabin.

The boy stuck out his tongue—that seemed like he'd gone too far.

The cabin curtain was drawn, and a man and a woman stepped out.

The man was tall and imposing, with curly black hair and a cold, stern face.

Although he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, he could not hide his aloof and domineering aura.

Even dressed as a fisherman, the man exuded a menacing aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye when he stood at the bow of the boat.

It was none other than the reclusive "Uncrying Death God"—Bu Jingyun.

The woman beside him was gentle and virtuous, with beautiful features; she was truly charming.

As soon as she came out, she saw her son standing by the boat and immediately frowned.

"Tian'er, how many times have I told you, don't stand so high on the edge of the boat, what if you fall in—"

"Mom, I can swim." Bu Tian rolled his eyes.

"Being able to swim isn't enough; there are undercurrents in this sea—"

"Alright."

Bu Jingyun spoke calmly, only saying two words, leaving Chu Chu unsaid.

However, she still rolled her eyes at Bu Tian—

It means: Your father protects you, and I can't do anything about it, but you better remember this.

Bu Tian patiently observed the unusual phenomena on the sea.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he pointed at the sea and shouted:

"Father, Mother! Look at the sea! Schools of fish are darting around!"

Bu Jingyun walked to the bow of the boat and looked in the direction his son pointed.

Beneath the once calm sea surface, countless schools of fish scattered in panic, like startled birds—

They darted across the water in swarms, some even leaping out of the water, tumbling through the air before crashing back into the sea, desperately fleeing into the distance.

It felt like something terrifying was closing in from the deep sea.

"Yun, this is..."

Chu Chu looked worried and subconsciously reached out to grab Bu Jingyun's arm.

Bu Jingyun's left hand moved slightly, covering Chu Chu's hand and gently pressing it—

The gesture was small, but Chu Chu knew in her heart that it meant, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

After pressing the button, he raised his gaze again and looked towards the horizon where the sea and sky met.

The once azure sky was now tinged with an eerie black line.

"Boom!"

A deep, rumbling sound rolled in from the far distance, like ten thousand horses galloping or an earth dragon turning over.

The black line gradually approached—it turned out to be a colossal wave tens of meters high!

At the crest of the giant wave, a dozen or so figures could be vaguely seen standing proudly, their feet seemingly treading on enormous beasts as they broke through the waves with terrifying momentum.

"A demon...a demon beast dwells in the sea!"

"Run! Run for your lives!"

The surrounding fishing boats were thrown into chaos, and the fishermen were terrified, desperately rowing to escape.

But faced with the overwhelming waves, the fishing boats were as small as ants, and were tossed to the crest of the waves in an instant, facing constant danger.

The fishing boat that Bu Jingyun was on also rocked violently, and Bu Tian cried out in surprise and staggered.

Chu Chu grabbed his arm:

"Tian'er!"

"I'm fine!" Bu Tian steadied himself and turned to support Chu Chu.

"Mother, hold on tight to me!"

Bu Jingyun's expression was solemn. He secretly exerted the force of ten thousand catties under his feet, and a powerful and domineering true energy suddenly penetrated the boat and went straight to the bottom of the boat.

This fishing boat, which had been like a floating duckweed in the raging wind and waves, suddenly became as steady as Mount Tai, remaining unmoved despite the crashing waves all around.

Bu Tian felt a sense of stability beneath his feet and breathed a sigh of relief—his father had made a move.

As long as Dad takes action, the sky won't fall.

Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, his black hair dancing wildly, his cold eyes coldly watching the group of uninvited guests riding giant beasts and charging in recklessly.

The giant wave was getting closer and closer, and the figures of the people on its crests were becoming clearer—

Twelve people, each clad in scale armor, wielding water-splitting spikes, and standing atop a colossal beast—

The thing was hidden on the bottom of the waves, with only a few tentacles as thick as ancient trees visible, stretching out on the surface of the sea.

Poseidon.

The leading sea general, clad in scale armor, swept his gaze across the fishing boats ahead as if they were nothing but weeds, a cruel, sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"You mere ant, how dare you block the Sea Emperor's path? Get out of my way!"

Having said that, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"roar--!!!"

Beneath the giant waves, the Sea Emperor roared deafeningly, and several tentacles, like towering demonic pillars, burst forth from the water, carrying a world-destroying power, and slammed down on the fishing boat!

Each tentacle was several meters thick, covered with suckers the size of bowls, sucking up strings of water droplets in the air and making a hissing sound.

If that shot lands, it could sink not only a small boat, but an entire island.

"Dragon King, please calm your anger! Dragon King, please calm your anger!"

The fishermen around the fishing boat were terrified, their faces ashen. They knelt on the boat and kowtowed, their hearts pounding with fear.

Chu Chu pulled Bu Tian tighter, her face turning pale.

But Bu Tian was not afraid.

His gaze passed over the countless tentacles and landed on his father's back.

That figure was broad and steady, like a mountain.

From childhood to adulthood, he was never afraid as long as his father's back was in front of him.

At the critical moment—

"snort."

A cold snort, as light as a feather yet as heavy as Mount Tai, clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

Bu Jingyun made a move.

He simply raised his right palm slowly and pressed it into the void, facing the tentacles and behemoths that blotted out the sky.

Cloud Ten Palms - Endless Thunder!

"Boom—!!!"

The once clear sky was suddenly overshadowed by dark clouds, and lightning bolts danced wildly!

An overwhelming and unparalleled palm force, accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder, burst forth from Bu Jingyun's palm!

Bu Tian's eyes lit up—this was his father's Cloud Ten Palms!

He watched his father practice palm techniques since he was a child, and every move and style was ingrained in his bones.

But this is the first time I've actually seen them fight against an enemy.

The moment the palm strike was unleashed, the wind across the entire sea stopped.

Then—the wind picked up.

"Awooo—!!!"

The Sea Emperor let out a mournful cry. His towering tentacles, powerful enough to shatter mountains, crumbled like rotten wood under this palm strike, turning into a rain of blood.

The residual force of the palm strike had not yet dissipated, and it plunged straight in, piercing the giant beast's body.

"Bang!"

The Sea Emperor's mountain-like body exploded under a single palm strike, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, turning the hundreds of feet of azure sea into a crimson pool of blood.

Bu Tian stared wide-eyed.

One palm strike.

Just one palm strike.

That huge beast was killed in an instant.

He practiced martial arts with his father every day and thought he already knew his father's strength very well.

But every time I actually saw my father take action, I realized that I was not even a tenth as good as him.

Chu Chu was stunned and stood there, her hands unconsciously resting on her chest.

She had been married to Bu Jingyun for so many years and knew he was very strong, but she still felt a little flustered every time she saw such a scene.

It's not fear.

It's heartbreaking.

What pained her was that this man, who was so strong, was willing to wear fisherman's clothes and fish with his son on a small boat.

He should be in a higher position.

But he chose this place.

They chose her and Tian'er.

The twelve sea generals, who had originally been menacing, rose into the sky from the blood, their hair standing on end in anger, exuding murderous intent. Their figures moved like lightning, sweeping across the sea surface in an instant, and they landed around the fishing boat in an encirclement, locking onto the three people on board with a chilling killing intent.

But no one dared to make the first move.

The Sea Emperor's skin was tough and his flesh thick, his body as hard as gold and iron; the scene of it being shattered by a single palm strike was still vivid in his mind.

Although the twelve sea generals were full of murderous intent, none of them were fools—in a one-on-one fight against this curly-haired man, whoever went first would die.

During the stalemate, a naval general's sinister gaze suddenly fell upon Bu Tian.

Children are the starting point.

"Hmph, let's capture this brat first and see how arrogant he can be then!"

The man sprang up like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, his five fingers forming claws, carrying a fierce gust of wind, aiming straight for Bu Tian's throat!

"Tian'er, be careful!" Chu Chu's face paled.

Bu Jingyun remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, not even lifting his eyelids.

Seeing her husband like this, Chu Chu felt a sense of relief.

She knows Bu Jingyun too well.

The calmer he is, the more it shows that this matter is not worth his worry.

On Bu Tian's youthful face, there was no trace of surprise or relief, but instead a calm and cold smile that was incongruous with his age.

"court death."

Instead of retreating, the young man advanced, his feet treading the principles of change, his body slightly turned to avoid the opponent's sharp edge, and his right palm suddenly shot out, the force of the palm like a raging tide crashing against the shore, striking first despite being behind!

Cloud-Dispelling Palm – Overwhelming Force!

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided, producing a muffled thud like thunder.

The attacking general felt an overwhelming force strike him, and the bones in his right arm shattered inch by inch.

Before he could even scream, his body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the sea and creating a towering wave of blood before sinking. His fate remains unknown.

"What?!"

The remaining eleven sea generals' expressions changed drastically, they were utterly horrified, and subconsciously took several steps back, looking at Bu Tian as if he were a ghost.

This boy, who looks only twelve years old, is actually a hidden master!

Who exactly is this family of three?

Bu Tian withdrew his palm, shook his hand, and glanced back at his father.

Bu Jingyun's face was expressionless, but Bu Tian noticed that his father's lips twitched slightly.

That was Dad's "not bad".

Bu Tian felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

For a moment, the generals were silenced, no longer daring to make any rash moves.