I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Huai Kong listened to these words, his mind buzzing.

Iron Madman, not Iron God, killed the Heart Envoy, Blood Pool.

He looked at the disheveled old man beside him.

The old man was still in his mad state, huddled on the ground, trembling all over.

But Huai Kong remembered that detail—every time he was injured and fell, the old man would give him a pile of straw.

"Master..." Huai Kong's voice trembled.

"Are you... truly my master?"

The old man did not answer.

The Divine Warrior Envoy was still kowtowing:

"Island Lord, spare my life! I know I was wrong! I'm willing to atone for my sins with good deeds—"

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

The disheveled, huddled, insane old man appeared in a flash before anyone could react—

He stood up.

His hunched back straightened abruptly. The scattered light in his cloudy eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling, piercing glint.

A powerful and vast aura surged forth from his gaunt body, like a volcano that had been sealed for centuries erupting in an instant.

The air inside the cave suddenly froze, and even the bubbling bubbles in the blood pool paused for a moment.

Both Huai Kong and the Divine Martial Envoy were overwhelmed by this aura and instinctively took a step back.

This person—this crazy old man who gnaws on insects, catches centipedes, and keeps muttering "Don't hit me"—

The aura emanating from him was even stronger than that of Tie Kuangtu.

"Will I spare your life?"

Iron God spoke, his voice hoarse and grating, like rusty iron rubbing against each other, but every word was chillingly cold.

"You have been aiding and abetting evil for many years, watching him kill, harm people, and impersonate me... you have seen it all."

Iron God walked step by step toward the Divine Warrior Envoy; with each step, the ground trembled slightly.

"Now that things are going badly, you want to turn back?"

The Divine Warrior was so terrified that he fell to the ground and kowtowed desperately.

"Island Lord, spare me! Island Lord, spare me!"

"I was forced! I—"

"Too late." Iron God's withered left hand reached out.

"The Sky-Breaking Element Hand."

Four words, a light touch, as if describing a trivial matter.

"boom!"

A powerful, domineering aura condensed into a gigantic palm shadow, carrying a terrifying force capable of destroying everything, and slammed down heavily.

Before the Divine Warrior could even scream, his burly body shattered instantly under that palm strike, turning into dust that filled the sky.

One strike, and nothing remains.

The cave was quiet.

The shattered fly ash drifted slowly through the air, like a gray snowfall.

Huai Kong stood rooted to the spot.

He looked at the old man in front of him—who, just moments before, had been gnawing on a centipede on the ground and muttering "Don't hit me."

Now the old man stands ramrod straight, his gaze sharp as a knife, his imposing aura making the entire cave resonate.

He's been pretending all along.

He was pretending to be crazy from beginning to end.

Huai Kong's mind went blank, and it took him a long time to find his voice again.

"Master...Master?" His voice trembled, and he instinctively took a half-step back.

"Why...why..."

He pointed to the ashes of the Divine Warrior on the ground, his fingers trembling violently.

"He just saved us...he's already shown remorse..."

"You taught me from a young age that those who practice martial arts should be benevolent and righteous, and should not kill indiscriminately... Why did you kill him?"

"Benevolence and righteousness?"

Iron God chuckled.

The laughter echoed in the empty, deathly silent cave, like the scraping of rusty iron.

"Kong'er, you're too young." Tie Shen's back was to Huai Kong, his voice hoarse yet calm.

"This world is a battlefield, where the strong prey on the weak."

"To be soft-hearted towards the enemy is to be ruthless towards yourself."

He turned around, his withered fingers touching the ashes of the Divine Warrior on the ground.

"People like the Divine Warrior Envoy are two-faced, cowardly, and afraid of death."

"Today he might come to me out of fear of Iron Madman, but tomorrow he might betray me for even greater benefits."

"What's the difference between keeping someone like that around and carrying around a ticking time bomb?"

Huai Kong opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but swallowed the words back.

Iron God did not continue speaking.

He turned around, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"Let's go. Follow me to the Blood Pool."

"I will personally kill that beast."

Huai Kong still had a lot of questions he hadn't asked.

Why is Master pretending to be crazy?

How many years was he imprisoned?

Who exactly is Tie Kuangtu?

But seeing the killing intent in his master's eyes, he knew now was not the time to ask.

"Yes!" Huai Kong stood up abruptly, his eyes also burning with anger.

Beside the pool of blood.

Iron Madman sat cross-legged by the pool, his gaze fixed on the Heavenly Tribulation Armor floating above the blood pool with fascination.

After absorbing the Heart Envoy's essence and blood, the armor became even more ferocious and eerie than before, with dark red patterns flowing across its black surface, resembling the blood vessels of a living creature.

"Soon..." he muttered to himself, a greedy smile playing on his lips.

"If the Heavenly Tribulation absorbs just a little more essence and blood, I will be able to merge with the armor... At that time, who in the world can stop me?"

He closed his eyes, immersing himself in his dream of dominating the world.

Footsteps broke the silence.

It wasn't furtive footsteps—it was open, undisguised footsteps, carrying murderous intent.

Tie Kuangtu suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

Apart from the dead Heart Messenger and the "obedient" Divine Warrior, no one in this place knows where the entrance is.

who is it?

His gaze fell upon the entrance to the cave—

He froze completely.

Two figures stood side by side at the entrance.

He recognized the one on the left; it was Huai Kong.

The one on the right—

Iron Frenzy's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The man was dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and a dirty face, looking like a beggar.

But those eyes—those eyes he knew all too well—those old eyes that had been cloudy for many years, now shone with a cold light that was hotter than the magma of a blood pool and more piercing than ten-thousand-year-old ice.

Tie Kuangtu's expression changed.

"Big...Big Brother?!" His voice trembled involuntarily.

"How...how could you possibly be out here?!"

"That iron ball weighs tens of thousands of pounds; you can't get out without someone opening the mechanism!"

He realized what he was talking about as soon as the words left his mouth—Divine Warrior Envoy.

That "obedient" bastard betrayed him.

Iron God did not answer his question.

The old man stepped forward.

With each step he took, the rocks beneath his feet cracked and crumbled, as if even the ground couldn't withstand his imposing presence.

An overwhelming and suffocating sense of oppression pressed down on Tie Kuangtu like a tidal wave.

"Iron Mad Slaughter." Iron God's voice seemed to come from the depths of the earth, hoarse, cold, and filled with the hatred that had been simmering for years under imprisonment.

"Heaven has eyes, and will not forsake my Iron God."

"I crawled back from that hell just to take your life."

Huai Kong followed closely behind, glaring angrily at Tie Kuangtu:

"Iron Mad Slaughter!"

"You have harmed your fellow disciples and deceived us for so many years by impersonating your master—today is your death day!"

Tie Kuangtu's face turned from green to white, then back to green again.

But he was, after all, the Iron-Blooded Butcher.

After a brief moment of panic, he took a deep breath, slowly stood up, dusted off his clothes, and a sinister smirk returned to his lips.

"Okay, okay, okay." He said "okay" three times, each word colder than the last.

"I originally spared your life at the bottom of the cave out of consideration for our shared brotherhood."

"Since you chose to come out and die, you can't blame me."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the emaciated Iron God, his face full of mockery.

"Big brother, look at the state you're in now."

"After being imprisoned for so many years, how much of your skill do you still have?"

"You think you can kill me in this half-dead state?"

"Kill you—" A cold glint flashed in Iron God's eyes, his aura surged, and his robes billowed without wind. "That's enough."

Tie Kuangtu's smile froze for a moment.

He sensed it.

That aura—though much weaker than it was back then—was still terrifying enough to send chills down his spine.

After being imprisoned for so many years, how come this old man still has such skill?

Tie Kuangtu took a step back.

He doesn't intend to take the bait.

"Hmph! You want to kill me?"

"Let's get past them first!"

He let out a sharp whistle.

"call out--!"

The whistle echoed through the cave, sharp and piercing.

From the shadows surrounding the cave, five figures darted out simultaneously, instantly blocking Tie Kuangtu's path.

Five beasts at the iron gate.

Iron Head wore a large iron hat that covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes.

Iron Legs had a head of messy hair and legs as thick as two stone pillars, making him look like a small iron tower when he stood there.

Iron Hand's arms were covered in heavy metal armor, and sharp iron spikes protruded from the joints of his ten fingers.

Iron Nose wore a peculiar metal brace that covered his entire nose bridge, leaving only two deep holes exposed.

Iron Call had a metal mask over its face, but instead of a mouth, there was a row of tiny holes.

The five men stood in a row, their aura fierce, like five wild beasts ready to devour their prey.

Huai Kong looked at the five people and his heart sank—these were the murderers who killed people on the island to obtain blood.

Those missing islanders all died at their hands.

"Kill them!" Tie Kuangtu gave the order.

"roar!"

The five beasts roared in unison, their figures instantly transforming into five afterimages as they pounced on Iron God from five directions!

With a deep shout, Tie Shen advanced instead of retreating, charging headlong into the Five Beasts Formation. His palms flew, and a burst of energy surged from his palms, forming a wall of energy in front of him.

Iron Head was the first to arrive—he lowered his head, his iron hat spun rapidly, and he became like a spinning iron top, crashing straight into Iron God's aura wall amidst a "buzzing" sound!

"clang!"

The clang of metal rang out, sparks flew. The sharp blade of the bamboo hat sliced ​​through the wall of energy, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound, and sheared off a layer of fragments of energy.

The air wall didn't break, but Iron Head was thrown back two steps by the recoil.

Iron Leg followed closely behind.

Instead of charging head-on, he circled around from the side, his legs alternately thrusting out, each kick accompanied by a dull, explosive sound that seemed to tear the air apart—the Iron Leg of the Broken Sky!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three kicks landed on different parts of the air wall.

The air wall shook violently, and cracks spread out.

Iron Hand attacked from the other side, the metal armor on his arms creaking and his ten iron spikes spinning—Iron Spin Slash!

He didn't use his fists, but instead used his entire arm as a saw to frantically cut at the air wall!

Under attack from three sides, Iron God's energy barrier finally gave way.

"broken!"

The air barrier shattered, and fragments of energy flew everywhere.