I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The Fire Kirin Sword hovered in mid-air, its blade as red as the blazing sun, constantly spewing out scorching flames of sword energy. Each one carried a terrifying temperature capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, melting the surrounding rocks into crimson magma!

The Heavenly Sin Beast showed no sign of backing down. Its dark, malevolent energy solidified into massive, jet-black spikes, which lashed out at the Fire Scale Sword with a ferocious force capable of destroying mountains and splitting peaks!

The two peerless and deadly weapons clashed back and forth, causing chaos and destruction!

"Bang! Bang! Bang—!!"

Under repeated impacts, the top of the cave finally gave way, and huge cracks spread out like lightning, causing large sections of rock to collapse!

Gravel rained down, and dust filled the air—

Suddenly, a blinding beam of light shone straight down from the crack overhead!

It's sunshine!

The warm and dazzling sunlight pierced through layers of rock and soil, shining into this dark underground cave for the first time, dyeing the billowing dust and blood mist with a layer of gold.

As more and more of the cave ceiling collapsed, large swaths of sunlight poured down, illuminating the entire underground space as if it were daytime.

Just as the two deadly weapons were locked in a fierce battle, the Fire Kirin Sword suddenly let out a deafening roar!

The long-dormant fiery scales on the sword suddenly came to life, their crimson light surging to its peak, as if an ancient beast, utterly enraged, had finally bared its true fangs—

Transforming into a dazzling crimson sun, carrying a raging inferno that could burn everything, it crashed down upon Tianzui!

"Hiss—!!!"

Tianzui let out a final, unwilling roar. The dark, malevolent energy was peeled away and devoured layer by layer by the crimson sword light, and the enormous phantom of the ferocious beast rapidly melted away in the Heaven-Burning Evil Flame.

In the end, it all turned into wisps of black smoke, which were greedily swallowed into the blade of the Fire Kirin Sword and dissipated completely!

"No!! My divine tribulation! My divine sin!!"

Tie Kuangtu watched helplessly as his life's work vanished into nothingness, feeling as if struck by lightning, and collapsed to the ground.

It's over...it's all over...

The man in red put the Fire Scale Sword back into its sheath, glanced at the sheath, nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at Tie Kuangtu again, a slight smile playing on his lips, and uttered a single sentence—

"Thank you so much, Master Tie, for keeping it safe for me for so long."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and disappeared at the other end of the blood pool, coming and going without a sound.

Tie Kuangtu knelt on the ground in a daze. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and looked at the empty blood pool. The despair on his face gradually turned into endless resentment and ferocity.

"Bu Jingyun... Duan Lang..." He gritted his teeth, his voice like a vengeful ghost demanding a life.

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost! I'll make sure you suffer!"

"laugh--"

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened.

Within the entire blood pool space, countless sharp and incomparable invisible sword energies suddenly appeared out of thin air—

It was left behind by Duan Lang before he left, lurking in the air, waiting for its prey's final struggle.

From the very beginning, Duan Lang never intended for Tie Kuangtu to leave this place alive.

"This is……"

Tie Kuangtu's pupils dilated suddenly, and the resentment in his eyes froze instantly.

In his final moments, the thought that flashed through his mind was—

From beginning to end, neither of them took him seriously.

His anger, his roars, his threats—to them, it was all just a joke from beginning to end.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

A sudden burst of intense cutting sounds rang out.

Before Tie Kuangtu could even scream, he was instantly reduced to countless specks of dust by the overwhelming sword energy, completely dissipating into the air as if he had never existed in this world.

The blood pool returned to deathly silence, with only the lingering faint smell of blood telling the story of the horrific event that had just occurred.

In the far north of China, ice covers thousands of miles, and life is utterly extinguished.

The gale-force winds are like knives, relentless year-round, while swirling snow blankets the sky, turning the world into a deathly white expanse.

In this bitterly cold land where even birds refuse to land, there stands an ancient temple—Tianwen Temple.

The ancient temple was built into the mountainside, constructed entirely of thick, ancient blue rock and wood. In the wind and snow, it resembles a silent, crouching ancient beast that has stood for millions of years.

A tall, slender, and fierce figure, like a demon god of slaughter with murderous aura, tore through the fierce winds and stormed up the steps of Tianwen Temple.

Although he was dressed in thin clothes and his long hair was covered with ice shards, he moved with the speed of the wind. With each step, his powerful internal force shattered the surrounding dark ice into dust. His whole body exuded a ferocious aura of killing gods and demons without end.

It was Huai Kong.

Several days have passed since the Battle of Ironheart Island.

He drifted at sea, neither eating nor drinking, reading over and over a hundred times the blood-written last words on his mentor's severed finger.

Not only does it record the ultimate secrets of the "Iron Refining Hand," but it also reveals a shocking secret—the Heavenly Gate.

"Master..." Huai Kong stood at the bottom of the steps in front of the temple gate, his fists clenched, his eyes bloodshot, his voice extremely low.

"Iron Gate was taken by Iron Madman. My elder brother withstood the 'Heavenly Tribulation' fierce armor to cover my escape, and his fate is unknown... This disciple is useless."

He looked up, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

"But I will avenge this deep-seated hatred myself."

Iron Madman is protected by "Heavenly Tribulation," so he can't break through it with his current abilities.

The only way is to knock on the Heavenly Gate and seek to complete and cultivate the highest realm of "Iron Hand"!

Huai Kong walked to the gate of the ancient temple, took a deep breath, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, forcibly suppressed the murderous aura surging within him, and knocked heavily three times on the thick door with his fingers.

"Thump, thump, thump."

A moment later, with a creaking sound, the heavy black wooden temple door was pulled open a crack.

A young novice monk, wrapped in a thick gray winter coat, peeked out with his face red from the cold, looking warily and timidly at the young man outside the door who resembled a ferocious beast. He mustered his courage and asked:

"Esteemed benefactor... With such heavy snow and wind, what brings you to our humble temple?"

"Heavenly Gate".

Huai Kong's gaze was lifeless, and only these two words came out from his dry, hoarse lips.

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Gate," the young novice visibly shivered, as if he had heard a taboo that was many times more terrifying than the blizzard.

He gripped the doorframe tightly with his backhand, instinctively wanting to close the door, but then stopped—the breath emanating from any one of the person's fingers was enough to blast him into pieces.

The young novice monk's Adam's apple bobbed twice, but he didn't ask another question. He simply turned aside, his face pale, and clasped his hands together to make way for him.

"Benefactor...please go into the main hall to see the abbot."

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the floor tiles, and he didn't dare to look directly at Huai Kong for even a second.

Huai Kong didn't speak, but stepped heavily into the courtyard.

Several old cypress trees in the courtyard were covered in frost and snow, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled in the strong wind.

Two old monks who were sweeping snow looked up and saw the fierce-looking figure in the distance. They stopped sweeping at the same time and watched him walk by in silence, their expressions unreadable.

Huai Kong stepped through the thin layer of snow, walked through the long corridor, and walked step by step toward the dimly lit main hall in front of him.

In the center of the spacious hall, beneath a fierce-looking Vajra statue, a middle-aged monk with a resolute face sat cross-legged on an old futon.

"Tap...tap..." He tapped the wooden fish in his hand at a steady pace.

"This junior, Huai Kong, has come to borrow your esteemed temple's Brahma Staff!"

Huai Kong strode across the threshold, the ice crystals on the soles of his shoes making a heavy, oppressive sound on the bluestone bricks.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, but his voice carried an unyielding resolve that brooked no refusal.

"Yes."

The sound of the wooden fish finally stopped.

Master Yuanjue slowly opened his eyelids. His deep eyes held a calm that seemed to have witnessed the vicissitudes of life, and his gaze swept over Huaikong—

The young man was covered in snow and frost, his brows furrowed with an unyielding resentment, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with a frenzied killing intent, making him look like a lone wolf driven to the brink of death, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

"You want to borrow Brahma's Holy Staff?" The master's voice was calm, without a trace of emotion. "To the Heavenly Gate?"

"Yes!" Huai Kong answered without the slightest hesitation, his voice firm and resolute.

"The gates of heaven are hard to open." He looked calmly at Huai Kong and slowly lowered the wooden mallet.

Throughout history, countless people have gone to knock on doors with holy staffs in hand.

"Very few can truly knock on that stone door."

"I know!"

"Unless one possesses great perseverance and unwavering determination, even after knocking ten times, the door will remain as silent as stone, offering not a single echo." Master Yuanjue's voice was calm, yet each word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

"Benefactor, do you truly possess such resolve?"

"You'll only know once you try!"

Huai Kong clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

Master Yuanjue did not try to persuade him further, but simply lowered his head, picked up the mallet again, and gently tapped the wooden fish once.

"Where do you come from, benefactor?"

"Iron Heart Island".

Upon hearing these three words, Master Yuanjue's hand, which was striking the wooden fish, paused subtly. After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes again:

"More than ten years ago, this humble monk received a benefactor from Tiexin Island."

His voice was calm, but his gaze was somewhat distant.

"That man called himself the Iron God, entered the temple alone, and also said that he wanted to go to the Heavenly Gate—to see Heaven."

Huai Kong's body stiffened abruptly.

He stared at Master Yuanjue's face, an indescribable tremor surging from the depths of his chest. His lips moved, but his voice was so hoarse it was almost impossible to utter a sound:

"...That's right, that's my master."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Master Yuanjue gave him a deep look, the mallet hovering above the wooden fish, without striking it once.

"That person borrowed the Holy Staff back then and went to the Heavenly Gate." His voice was calm, but there was something complex and unreadable in his eyes.

"He knocked on the door, saw the sky, and came back alive."

He slowly lowered his eyes, then gently picked up the mallet again.

"How is he now...?"

Huai Kong's face suddenly stiffened.

"boom--!!"

The resentment that had been building up in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and the domineering and fierce true energy of his "Breaking Through the Void" technique erupted instantly!

His terrifying internal force compressed the air within a three-foot radius of the main hall into extreme distortion. The powerful energy transformed into a gale, causing the incense ash on the offering table to fall in a flurry, and the veils to flutter loudly. It seemed as if the candlelight in the entire hall was about to be extinguished by his murderous aura at this moment!

"Dead!" Huai Kong stared intently at Master Yuanjue, his eyes bloodshot, his voice like blood seeping from between his teeth.

"My master is dead! My elder brother's fate is unknown!"

"I, Huai Kong, will personally avenge this blood debt!"

"I must knock on this gate to heaven!"

"I will kill gods if they stand in my way, and I will kill Buddhas if they stand in my way!"