I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Of course I'm coming!" the red-robed man roared, and flames surged from his palm.

"If it weren't for you, Ah Xiu wouldn't have died back then."

"All these years I've lived have been for the purpose of killing you with my own hands!"

Luo Xian rushed forward at this moment. Seeing the red-robed man's murderous aura, she panicked and her face turned pale.

Without a second thought, Huai Kong immediately stepped in front of Luo Xian, blocking her path, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Whatever your past grievances may be, you shouldn't involve innocent people!"

"Innocent?" The man in red robes seemed to have heard something ridiculous; his laughter was shrill and cold.

"If he is innocent, what about my deceased wife?"

Before he finished speaking, the man in the red robe swayed and rushed towards him, bringing with him a scorching heat wave!

Huai Kong instinctively reached out to make a move, but Uncle Luo suddenly pushed him, causing him to stumble.

"Don't interfere!"

Uncle Luo's voice suddenly rose, becoming frighteningly hoarse, "This is my debt!"

After saying this, he actually took a step forward, stood facing the Fiery Palm, and his back blocked Huai Kong and Luo Xian.

Huai Kong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he could see clearly that Uncle Luo had time to dodge and time to gather his strength, but he did nothing at all.

It's like... they never intended to hide.

"Father, no!" Luo Xian cried and tried to rush forward.

"Take her away!" Uncle Luo roared at Huai Kong, his eyes bloodshot.

"Huaikong, I beg you this once, take Xian'er away! Protect her!"

The next instant, the red-robed man's palms were already heavily pressed into Uncle Luo's chest.

boom!

A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking flesh.

The fiery energy penetrated his body, instantly charring Uncle Luo's chest. He shuddered violently, spitting out blood, and flew straight backward, crashing heavily into the snow.

"father--!"

Luo Xian rushed over, knelt in the snow, her hands trembling as she tried to help him up, tears streaming down her face.

Huai Kong rushed forward and saw that Uncle Luo's chest was charred and burned by the fire, and his breath was so weak that he was almost gone.

"Why didn't you dodge?!" Huai Kong was both shocked and angry, her voice hoarse.

Uncle Luo could only manage a weak twitch of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but in the end he only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

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"If I hide... this debt... will never be settled..."

He spoke haltingly, his gaze slowly shifting to Luo Xian's face. He raised his rough hand, as if to wipe away her tears, but he couldn't even lift it half an inch.

"Xian'er...from now on..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he gasped for breath twice and then gripped Huai Kong's wrist tightly.

The force was astonishingly strong.

"Promise me..."

"Take care of her..."

Huai Kong's throat tightened, and almost instinctively he nodded: "I promise you!"

Upon hearing this, the tension in Uncle Luo's eyes finally seemed to ease for a moment.

The next moment, his hand fell limp, his head slowly tilted to one side, and he fell silent.

The snow-covered ground was deathly silent.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the red robe suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his whole body trembling with laughter, while two streams of bloody tears rolled from his eyes.

"Dead...finally dead..."

"Ah Xiu, did you see that? I avenged you!"

His laughter grew increasingly manic, until finally his entire face contorted, looking like he was crying or going mad.

Just as Huai Kong was about to raise his palm in a defensive stance, he saw the man in red robes suddenly stop laughing.

He looked down at his burning hands and murmured:

"Now that I've gotten my revenge, there's no point in living anymore."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate to slap himself hard on the top of his head!

boom!

Blood splattered, and the man in the red robe collapsed dead on the snow, the flame in his palm gradually dimming.

The wind was still blowing, but the fire was burning brighter and brighter.

The wooden hut was enveloped in the firelight, and its beams and pillars crackled and popped continuously.

A corner of the roof collapsed, and sparks mixed with black ash rose up, quickly setting half of the withered tree ablaze.

Huai Kong stood there, feeling as if something was blocking his chest, making him feel suffocated and painful.

He had seen too much blood and too much death on his way from the iron gate, but the scene before him still filled him with an indescribable sense of desolation.

After all the vengeance and pursuit, in the end, all that remained seemed to be corpses and cries; nothing else.

Luo Xian threw herself onto her father's body, crying so hard that her whole body trembled, like a string that was about to snap at any moment.

Huai Kong remained silent for a long time before finally bending down and reaching out to help her up from the snow.

Luo Xian's legs went weak, and he could barely stand. He could only instinctively grab Huai Kong's clothes, and tears quickly soaked a large area of ​​his chest.

"Brother Huai..." she cried, her voice breaking, "I have no father anymore..."

Huai Kong felt a tightness in his chest, raised his hand to support her trembling shoulder, and spoke in a low but firm voice.

"You still have me."

"Uncle Luo entrusted you to me, and I promised him that I would definitely do it."

Luo Xian raised her tear-streaked face and stared at him blankly.

The firelight illuminated Huai Kong's sharply defined profile, making the heaviness and determination in his eyes exceptionally clear.

At this moment, for Luo Xian, this man was almost the only thing she could still hold onto in this icy and snowy landscape.

She couldn't hold back any longer, buried her face in his arms, and cried even harder.

Huai Kong didn't say anything more, but just hugged her tighter, glanced at the wooden house that had been mostly burned down, then glanced at the two corpses lying side by side on the snow, and finally gritted his teeth and led Luo Xian away from the fire step by step.

The wind and snow swirled up again, quickly fading the sounds of crying, fire, and explosions behind them into the distance.

Huai Kong did not turn back.

All he knew was that from this moment on, Luo Xian would become a new responsibility on his shoulders.

Little did he know that Luo Xian, buried in his arms, was gradually losing her temper, her eyes hidden behind her long hair and tears.

She glanced back at the firelight that was gradually being swallowed by the wind and snow, and her lips twitched very slightly.

This slight movement is not a spasm of extreme grief.

It looked more like a smile of finally getting what they wanted.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and before long, all traces behind us were completely covered.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Ironheart Island, the stone cave on the back mountain.

The sea breeze seeped in through the mountain crevices, chilling like a knife.

The usually silent mountain cave was suddenly filled with a dull, grating sound of stone doors scraping against each other.

"Boom!"

The heavy stone door on the outside of the cave was slowly pushed open from the outside.

A sliver of pale sunlight shone through the crack in the door, falling on the damp, blackened stone floor and illuminating the tall figure sitting cross-legged in the deepest part of the cave.

The man was almost naked from the waist up, his muscles bulging, his skin rough and dark, the muscles on his face twisted violently, and the veins bulging out. His face was ugly and terrifying, and at first glance, he didn't look like a normal person at all.

He was also wearing a strangely styled metal helmet, which made him look even more bizarre and conspicuous.

But his eyes weren't all fierce.

Deep within his bloodshot eyes, there was a hint of childlike innocence that sent chills down one's spine.

He was sitting cross-legged on a single, dark blue-green boulder.

A rough stone bed stood against the wall, with half-worn bedding, several rough porcelain bowls, and a nearly burnt-out oil lamp lying beside it.

The stone wall next to it was covered with fist marks and footprints, and there were several cracked rocks scattered on the ground. It was clear that someone had lived here for many years and practiced martial arts here for many years.

This person was none other than Kuang Sen.

Over the years, Tie Kuangtu has kept him in the back mountain and rarely let him meet outsiders.

Most of the people on the island only know that there is a strange man living in the back mountain whom no one dares to provoke, but few people actually dare to get close.

Several of Iron Madman's loyal disciples staggered into the stone cave, but as soon as they got close, their legs gave way and they knelt down with a thud.

"Lord Kuangsen!"

The lead disciple's voice was hoarse from crying, his forehead was hitting the ground, and his voice was urgent and trembling.

"Something terrible has happened! The island lord is dead!"

Kuang Sen, who had been keeping his head down, felt as if he had been stabbed by something when he heard these words, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the people kneeling on the ground, and a muffled growl rolled out from his throat.

"Who...is dead..."

The leading disciple quickly looked up, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Island Owner! It's the Island Owner!"

"Those two bastards, Huai Kong and Huai Mie, have rebelled! They joined forces to kill the island lord!"

"Now, besides you, who else can avenge the island lord for this blood debt?!"

"Emptiness... Annihilation..."

Kuang Sen slowly uttered the two names, his voice hoarse like a piece of iron scraping against a stone.

His memory was a jumbled mess.

But the words "the island lord is dead" still pierced his mind like a knife.

Many years ago, he didn't look like this now.

He was just a child then.

Kuangsen couldn't remember everything that happened after that, only that he had been fed a strange drug.

Later he learned that the thing was called Reversing Heaven and Earth.

After swallowing the medicine, his whole body felt like it was on fire, or like his bones were being scraped inch by inch by a knife. He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground and cried until his voice became hoarse.

When he woke up again, his face had changed; his skin and flesh were twisted, his muscles and bones were bulging, and even his voice was different from before.

A basin of clear water beside him rippled slightly, reflecting an ugly face that even he himself could not recognize.

Kuang Sen was completely stunned.

The next moment, he started punching wildly like a madman, smashing his hands until they were covered in blood, repeatedly shouting, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me."

Instead of scolding him, Tie Kuangtu stroked his head and spoke to him repeatedly in a low, slow voice:

"People outside are afraid of you."

"Your face will only scare people away."

"They'll treat you like a monster, they'll cut you with knives, they'll burn you with fire."

"Only I will protect you."

"From now on, you will stay in the back mountain, practice your skills diligently, and don't go out."

"I'll take you out once you've mastered the skills."

Young Kuangsen believed it.

From that day on, Tie Kuangtu gradually kept him in the back mountain, forbidding him from seeing people easily, and even more so from going down the mountain.

At first, Kuangsen cried and made a fuss, wanting to run away.

But each time, Tie Kuangtu would stop him and repeat those words again.

As time went on, Tie Kuangtu would come to see him every few days, bringing him meat and wine, and putting on a rare gentle demeanor.

Over time, Kuang Sen internalized those words.

Therefore, although he feared Tie Kuangtu, he also trusted Tie Kuangtu.

Even in Kuang Sen's heart, Tie Kuang Tu was the only person in the world who wouldn't find him ugly or treat him like a monster.

But now, this person is dead.

So at this moment, the words "the island lord is dead" were like a red-hot nail, driven hard into his mind.

The next instant, the ferocity that had been suppressed within him for many years exploded completely.