I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Huai Kong felt a warmth in his heart and was about to speak—

Suddenly, a strange whooshing sound came from behind.

"Hmm?" He frowned and suddenly turned around.

Behind them, on the sea, a massive, pitch-black ship with a menacing design was rapidly cutting through the waves at an alarming speed!

The giant ship moved as fast as lightning, and the waves it cleaved through at the bow reached tens of feet high!

In the blink of an eye, they had caught up with the small boat.

Huai Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing through the splashing waves and landing on the deck of the giant ship.

On the deck, there were more than a dozen figures standing.

The leader was dressed in a magnificent robe and wore a colorful mask. He had a graceful figure, yet exuded a suffocating aura of power.

Behind him, a man wearing a tall hat and a mask stood with his hands hanging down.

Further behind were ten masked men in black, each with an aura as deep and unfathomable as a ghost.

"The Goddess?!" Huai Kong's pupils contracted slightly, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

The giant ship came to a steady stop beside the small boat, the surge of waves causing the small boat to rock violently.

The goddess looked down from her high position, her gaze slowly sweeping over the two people on the small boat through her mask.

When her gaze fell on the hand that Bai Ling was holding Huai Kong's arm, she paused for a moment.

Beneath the mask, a ruthless glint flashed across his face—so fast that no one noticed.

After a moment, she spoke, her tone returning to its coldness:

"Huai Kong, how have you been?"

Huai Kong clasped his hands slightly, his tone respectful yet tinged with doubt:

"Why is the Divine Mother here? Could it be an arrangement by Indra?"

The goddess chuckled softly, her laughter tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Emperor Shitian's calculations were flawless; he knew that your trip to Ironheart Island would inevitably lead to a fierce battle."

"I was specially sent with priests and the top ten experts from the 'human realm' to back you up and ensure your safety."

As she spoke, she pointed to the ten masked men in black behind her:

"These ten are all top experts in the 'human realm' of Tianmen. Any one of them could take on a hundred people."

"With their help, breaking through the 'Heavenly Tribulation' armor will be a piece of cake."

After hearing this, Huai Kong's face darkened, and he resolutely refused:

"No need! Killing Iron Butcher is my business alone! I've been training my Iron Hand technique so I can personally slaughter that beast; I don't need anyone else's help!"

"If we rely on the power of Tianmen to take revenge, even if we win, it will be a humiliating victory!"

The goddess seemed to have anticipated his words, and was not annoyed, but simply said quietly:

"Huai Kong, don't forget what you promised Di Shitian."

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong's body trembled slightly.

Bai Ling couldn't help but ask, "Huai Kong, what exactly did you promise Tianmen?"

Huai Kong pursed his lips and said in a deep voice:

"When Indra allowed me to learn the Iron Hand technique, I promised to do him a favor after it was done."

"As for what it is..."

He shook his head:

"Even I don't know."

"But I said, we'll talk about everything after I've avenged my master."

The goddess took over the conversation, her tone carrying a deeper meaning:

"It is precisely because Indra values ​​your promise that he does not wish for you to die on Ironheart Island."

"If you die, who will repay this favor? Who will work for Tianmen?"

"And..." The goddess changed the subject, her gaze, seen through the mask, fixed on Huai Kong with a half-smile.

"I came here for Luo Xian as well."

"Luo Xian?!"

Upon hearing this name, a slight ripple finally appeared on Huai Kong's usually calm face, and he eagerly pressed for an answer:

"Where is she? Is she... alright?"

Beneath the mask, the goddess's lips curled up slightly.

Huai Kong's anxious appearance shows that he still cares about Luo Xian.

This realization filled her chest with an overwhelming sense of elation—although she remained outwardly composed.

The goddess sighed softly, her tone tinged with regret and reproach:

"Good? How could it possibly be good?"

"This girl is heartbroken and adrift outside because of you."

"In the end... she actually voluntarily sold herself into the Heavenly Gate, willingly becoming a slave!"

"What?!"

Huai Kong was struck dumb, frozen in place, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep self-reproach.

"To be a slave...to be a maid..." Bai Ling was so shocked that she covered her mouth, her face full of horror.

The goddess continued, her voice carrying a hint of seduction:

"Our Heavenly Gate has a rule: anyone who enters the Heavenly Gate must sever all worldly desires."

"Although this girl has entered the Heavenly Gate, she can never let go of you in her heart and cannot serve you wholeheartedly."

"Indra sent me to help you take revenge, firstly so that you can fulfill your promise with peace of mind;"

"Secondly, I also wanted to put her mind at ease, to make her give up completely, to cut off all feelings and love from now on, and to make her a loyal member of Tianmen."

At this point, the Mother Goddess's gaze sharpened like a knife, piercing straight into Huai Kong's heart:

"Huai Kong, since you have betrayed her deep affection, and now she has ended up like this, are you still going to turn away Tianmen's good intentions because of your own pride?"

Huai Kong clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped down between his fingers.

The sea breeze howled, as if it were sobbing.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, a look of pain and determination flashing in his eyes, and slowly loosened his fist.

"good……"

"Since it's for her sake... I accept this kindness in vain."

Beside the goddess, a priest wearing a tall hat suddenly leaned closer, lowered his voice, and gave Bai Ling a malicious glance:

"Goddess, in my opinion, it's actually this 'obstacle' who's been by Huai Kong's side day and night that's hindering Miss Luo Xian's good deed, isn't it?"

Although it was a whisper, it was clearly heard by everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling's face turned deathly pale, and she hurriedly tried to explain:

"No! How could Huai Kong not care about Miss Luo Xian?"

"After we parted ways, we searched for her twice, but there was still no news... She was just temporarily missing, how could this be..."

"Enough!" Huai Kong abruptly waved his hand, interrupting Bai Ling, his face grave, his gaze fixed on the churning sea fog ahead.

"Further discussion is pointless!"

"Ironheart Island is almost here! Iron Madman is definitely waiting for us on the island!"

"No matter the cost, I will cleanse this house and avenge my master and elder brother!"

At this moment, Huai Kong's aura suddenly changed drastically, and he became like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its full power.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the isolated island ahead.

Through her mask, the goddess gazed intently at Huai Kong, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"Hmph, just mentioning Luo Xian's name makes your eyes so determined... It seems my efforts weren't in vain."

"Huai Kong, I've decided on you! Only me..."

Looking at Huai Kong's resolute expression, and recalling the words of the Goddess just now, Bai Ling couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow and confusion in her heart:

"Miss Luo Xian was actually willing to become a slave for Huai Kong... Could I have done the same?"

"Could it be... as she said, that I'm the one who's getting in their way?"

The sea breeze howls as the giant ship cuts through the waves.

In the oppressive silence, each person harbored their own thoughts as they sailed toward Ironheart Island, a place filled with steel and blood.

The giant ship docked.

The hull scraped against the sand and gravel of the shallows, producing a low, grinding sound.

The sea breeze carried the salty, rusty smell of iron and the fishy odor of seaweed, while the wooden benches at the ferry dock were covered with emerald green seaweed, clearly indicating that no one had used them for a long time.

I thought the ferry crossing would be heavily guarded, with numerous traps and a complete encirclement.

But looking around, there was no one there.

Only a few seagulls lazily perched on the mast, tilting their heads and preening their feathers; the only sound was the crashing of the waves against the rocks.

"Is this a trap?"

Huai Kong frowned, secretly channeling his inner energy, extremely vigilant, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

The goddess also waved her hand, signaling the experts behind her to be careful.

The group abandoned the ship and went ashore, heading straight towards the main altar at the Iron Gate in the center of the island.

However, the sights along the way only made everyone more and more confused.

Smoke curled from chimneys in the village, and the sounds of chickens and dogs filled the air, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, completely devoid of the grim atmosphere of an impending great battle.

They encountered several islanders on the way. Upon seeing Huai Kong and Bai Ling, they were not nervous at all; on the contrary, their faces lit up with joy, and they greeted them warmly.

"Second Young Master! Miss Bai Ling! You're finally back!"

"Is the Second Young Master well?"

Huai Kong's doubts deepened.

Could it be that Iron Madman has changed his nature and is now so kind to the islanders?

Or is this another deception, designed to confuse my mind?

Filled with doubt, the group arrived at the sword-forging pool.

Before you even get close, a wave of heat hits you, carrying the acrid smell of burning iron sparks.

"Ding-dong—ding-dong—"

The clanging of metal was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

Several disciples, shirtless and sweating profusely, were intently forging iron blanks in their hands, hammering away. The red-hot iron blocks gleamed with an uncertain red light on the anvil.

Huai Kong strode forward, his true energy surging, and shouted sharply:

"Where is Iron Madman?! Come out and face your death!"

This sharp shout was like a thunderclap, making the iron chains hanging above the sword-casting pool vibrate.

All the disciples stopped wielding their hammers at the same time.

Looking up, they saw Huai Kong and were taken aback at first. Then they looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

"Second Young Master? What...what are you talking about?"

One of the older disciples mustered his courage and stepped forward, clasping his hands in greeting:

"Island Master...didn't you kill the Island Master yourself long ago? Now the island is leaderless, and everyone is hoping that the Second Young Master will return to take charge!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong and the Divine Mother exclaimed in surprise at the same time, exchanged a glance, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"I killed Tie Kuangtu? When did that happen? How come I didn't know?!" Huai Kong felt it was utterly absurd.

"Could this be a smokescreen?" The Mother Goddess's eyes turned cold. "Search!"

At a command, the experts from Tianmen instantly scattered, darting across the island like ghosts, turning the entire Ironheart Island upside down.

They searched the entire area, from the main hall to the forbidden area in the back mountains, and even the secret chamber where Tie Kuangtu used to be in seclusion. They also arrested several core disciples and interrogated them severely.

The results were surprisingly consistent—

Iron Madman is indeed dead, and everyone on the island says that it was Second Young Master Huai Kong who did it.

Huai Kong stood in the empty forbidden area, feeling as if he were floating in the clouds.

A faint smell of rust lingered in the air, and a layer of dust covered the torch stand in the corner, indicating that no one had been there for a long time.