I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Snap!"

The lid pops open.

A scorching, violent, and malevolent aura burst forth from the box in an instant, like a ferocious beast that had been locked up for too long finally finding its way out, sweeping across the entire hall.

The fire in the stove flickered under the pressure of this aura, and even the color of the flames darkened by one shade.

A crimson sword lay quietly in the box.

Between the crimson scales on the sword, wisps of eerie black lines meandered, like hellfire and abyssal black mist intertwined, radiating a chilling, sinister light—

It possesses both the fiery heat of the Fire Scale and the chilling coldness of the Sword Soul of the Peerless Sword.

Huai Kong looked at the Fire Kirin Sword in the box, sweat beading on his forehead.

He carried this thing all the way back, and the heat emanating from the sword case alone had already caused blisters to form on his palms.

Now that the box lid is open, a fierce aura rushes out, and he subconsciously takes half a step back.

Iron God's eyes lit up.

That light wasn't the excitement of the master seeing something that could save his life, but a deeper, more dangerous light—like a hunter finally spotting his prey.

Of course, the light was fleeting, so fast that even Huai Kong didn't have time to catch it.

When Huai Kong looked over again, all that remained on "Iron God's" face was the trembling and gratitude of an elderly man suffering from a serious illness seeing hope.

"Okay...okay..." Tie Kuangtu's voice trembled, his acting incredibly realistic.

"This is the Fire Kirin Sword that devoured the sword soul of the peerless sword... With it, my master is saved..."

He reached out his hand, trembling, as if to touch something extremely precious.

"Master, you mustn't!"

Huai Kong was shocked and grabbed Tie Kuangtu's wrist, saying urgently:

"This sword is extremely dangerous! My disciple carried it all the way back, and it was only thanks to the specially made sword case that it didn't get damaged."

"Before leaving, Duan Lang specifically warned me not to touch the sword hilt, or I would be sucked dry!"

Tie Kuangtu's hand froze in mid-air, his brow furrowing slightly.

Huai Kong quickly released his grip, knelt down, and said:

"Your disciple was rude and offended you in the heat of the moment. Please forgive me!"

"It's alright." Tie Kuangtu waved his hand, his face returning to its "kind master" appearance, his tone gentle.

"You're doing this for my own good."

"But... is this sword truly untouchable?"

"Don't touch it!" Huai Kong said firmly.

"Duan Lang said it himself: once the hilt is touched, the demonic nature of the Fire Kirin Sword will instantly backfire, and even a god couldn't save it!"

Tie Kuangtu remained silent for a moment, as if hesitating.

Then his gaze inadvertently swept over a corner of the hall.

In that corner, a young disciple was squatting on the ground adding firewood to the stove.

The disciple noticed the island lord's gaze, shrank back in fright, and quickly lowered his head.

"You, come here."

Tie Kuangtu's voice was calm, but his disciple's face turned pale instantly.

He walked over tremblingly and knelt down with a thud:

"What are your orders, Island Lord?"

"Pick up the sword."

Tie Kuangtu pointed to the Fire Kirin Sword in the box.

The disciple's face turned from white to ashen.

He stared at the demonic sword in the box, radiating terrifying heat and malevolent energy, and trembled violently.

"Island Lord, spare my life... This disciple... This disciple dares not..."

"Just take it when I tell you to."

Iron Madman's tone remained unchanged, but the invisible pressure had already descended.

Huai Kong suddenly stood up: "Master!"

Tie Kuangtu glanced at him.

Huai Kong gritted his teeth:

"Master, this sword really must not be touched."

"If someone gets hurt, then—"

"I know what I'm doing," Tie Kuangtu interrupted him, his tone still gentle, but his eyes left no room for negotiation.

"I just wanted to test the power of this sword."

"Don't worry, I will help if there is any danger."

Huai Kong opened his mouth, as if to say something, but when he met Tie Kuangtu's eyes—

Those eyes held kindness, determination, and the authority of a master telling his disciple to "be obedient."

He didn't say anything more.

That disciple was already in despair.

He knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling like a sieve, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the stone slab.

He knew that disobeying meant death, and obeying might also lead to death, but at least disobeying meant immediate death.

He stood up tremblingly, stretched out his hands, and slowly reached for the Fire Kirin Sword.

The instant the fingertips touched the hilt of the sword—

"boom--!!!"

A burst of crimson flames erupted from the sword without warning.

"ah--!!!"

The piercing screams lasted for less than a breath.

Living people were engulfed in flames in full view of everyone.

The flesh was charred, curled, and cracked, and eventually even the bones turned to ashes, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Nothing was left.

The Fire Kirin Sword still lay quietly in its box, its blade shimmering with red light, as if it had just had a hearty meal, making it appear even more eerie.

Huai Kong froze on the spot.

His eyes were wide open, the afterimage of the flame still reflected in his pupils.

His hands were trembling—not from the cold, but because he had just watched a living person turn to ashes right before his eyes.

He knew that disciple.

It's called Iron Pillar.

He usually adds firewood and does odd jobs in the sword-forging pool. Whenever he sees him, he always greets him with a smile as "Young Master Huaikong".

Now there's not even a bone fragment left.

"It really is a deadly weapon."

Tie Kuangtu's voice came from the side, his tone carrying a sense of satisfaction that sent chills down Huai Kong's spine.

"Good. Very good."

Huai Kong suddenly turned his head to look at "Master".

Tie Kuangtu was staring at the Fire Kirin Sword, and the light in his eyes was something Huai Kong had never seen before.

That wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger, it wasn't guilt—

It was a pure, naked fanaticism.

It's like a swordsmith seeing the best material in the world.

"Master...Master?" Huai Kong's voice was strained. "Tie Zhu, he..."

"Hmm?" Tie Kuangtu snapped out of his daze, his expression quickly shifting—the fanaticism vanished, replaced by a look of regret, and he sighed.

"What a pity."

"I thought I could control it... It was my fault."

He patted Huai Kong on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Kong'er, you're right, this sword really shouldn't be touched."

"I will remember this."

Looking at the regret on his master's face, Huai Kong opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

But something in my heart made me feel uneasy.

It felt like a grain of sand had gotten into my shoe.

It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable to the touch.

He couldn't quite explain what that feeling was.

Master was indeed sighing, and he was indeed saying, "What a pity," but—

Just now, the light in Master's eyes was clearly not "regret".

It is clearly "satisfied".

Huai Kong shook his head, suppressing the thought.

He dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

"Kong'er." Tie Kuangtu composed himself, his gaze falling on the Heavenly Sin Iron Box behind Huai Kong, his tone becoming serious.

"Let Tianzui stay as well."

"I need to go into seclusion to heal my injuries using the power of the divine weapon. You may leave now."

"Yes, Master."

Huai Kong untied the Heavenly Sin Iron Box from his back, respectfully placed it on the ground, bowed, and left the forging hall.

The moment I stepped out of the hall, the sea breeze hit me, carrying the unique rust and salty smell of Tiexin Island.

Huai Kong stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

He looked down at his hands—they were still trembling.

The flame kept flickering in front of him.

Tie Zhu's smiling face, then fire, then ash, and then nothing at all.

When Huai Kong pushed the door open and came in, Bai Ling immediately noticed that something was wrong:

"You look terrible, what's wrong?"

Huai Mie frowned and looked Huai Kong up and down:

"What did Master say?"

Huai Kong opened his mouth, wanting to talk about Tie Zhu.

But the words stuck in his throat.

He didn't know how to say it.

The master said that someone was sent to touch the sword, and that person was burned to ashes.

They say that the master's eyes seemed to glow after he saw someone die?

These words sound like they are slandering the master.

"It's nothing," Huai Kong forced a smile.

"Master was very happy and said he would go into seclusion to heal his injuries."

Bai Ling glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

But her intuition told her that Huai Kong was hiding something.

Huai Mie noticed it too, but he didn't expose it to his face. He just patted Huai Kong on the shoulder:

"Let's go eat first, we're starving after the journey."

Huai Kong nodded and followed the two towards the cafeteria.

Inside the hall.

After Huai Kong's footsteps completely disappeared, the kind face on "Iron God's" face seemed to have been ripped off like a mask.

Tie Kuangtu straightened his body, his hunched back now upright, and his cloudy old eyes regained their sharpness.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips. With a flick of his sleeve, he swept up the Heavenly Sin Iron Box from the ground, along with the Fire Scale Sword Box in his hand, and turned to walk towards the back of the hall.

After passing through numerous corridors, he arrived at a forbidden area called "Tianxiang Garden".

The garden is filled with exotic flowers and rare plants vying for attention, and the artificial hills and flowing water complement each other, with a waft of exotic fragrances filling the air.

Anyone who sees this island owner would think he is a refined person who loves flowers.

Tie Kuangtu didn't even glance at the flowers and plants. He went straight to a rockery and pressed a few times on a protruding, strange rock.

"Click click click..."

The artificial hill slowly moved away, revealing a deep, dark cave entrance.

A strong, pungent smell of blood instantly wafted out, mingling with the fragrance of flowers in the garden, creating a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor.

Tie Kuangtu remained unfazed, carrying two sword boxes as he strode in and descended the winding stone steps.

After about a hundred feet, the view suddenly opened up before us.

This is a huge underground cave.

In the center of the cave, there was a huge pool of blood, several tens of feet in diameter.

The pool was churning with blood, and the bubbles were bubbling and hissing, like boiling lava.

The dark red light reflected on the cave walls, flickering like something breathing.

In the center of the blood pool, a suit of armor floated.

Its entire body was pitch black, with barbs growing all over its joints, resembling an ancient ferocious beast that was greedily absorbing the essence of blood from the pool.

The fierce aura emanating from the armor pressed heavily on the cavern, making even the air feel viscous.

Iron Frenzy's gaze fell on the armor, and the fanaticism in his eyes no longer needed to be concealed.

Here, there is no Huai Kong, no Xin Shi, and no one who needs him to wear a mask.

He can be his true self again.

"Welcome, my lord!"

From the shadowy corner, five ghostly figures emerged silently and knelt down in unison.

Five beasts at the iron gate.

An iron nose that can smell in all directions, an iron leg that is crippled but not useless, an iron head that speaks eloquently, an iron hand that is no longer in use, and an iron cry that is hard to utter.

These five men were secret assassins trained by Tie Kuangtu for many years and had never appeared in the martial arts world.

Even inside the iron gate, no one knew of their existence.