I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The terror and brutality of Tie Kuangtu simply vanished into thin air.

The enemy is already dead?

Or will he die by his own hand?

A master of iron-forging techniques, surely he can't even use a single move?

What exactly is going on?

Suddenly, he turned to look at the Mother Goddess, his gaze piercing:

"Goddess! Didn't you say that Indra was all-knowing and could calculate everything perfectly? What's going on?!"

The goddess's expression beneath the mask froze; the composure she had displayed in control was completely gone.

She instinctively turned her head to look at the priest beside her.

The priest could only shake his head bitterly, his eyes filled with confusion, as he met her questioning gaze.

This turn of events was completely beyond Tianmen's control.

Huai Kong took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and his gaze swept across the disciples like lightning. He asked in a deep voice:

"You keep claiming I killed Tie Kuangtu, but what proof do you have? Who saw it with their own eyes?"

The disciples looked at each other and all shook their heads.

The eldest disciple tremblingly clasped his hands and said:

"Reporting to the Second Young Master, indeed no one saw it with their own eyes."

"The island owner suddenly disappeared a few months ago, without a trace, neither alive nor dead."

"Later, rumors spread throughout the martial arts world, saying that the second young master killed the old island master with his own hands to avenge him... As the rumors spread, everyone believed them."

"Rumors..." Huai Kong sneered, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Absurd! Tie Kuangtu is inherently suspicious and cunning, how could he die so easily?"

He paced back and forth, his thoughts racing:

"Although Tie Kuangtu forcibly fused with the ferocious beast 'Tianzui', he was never able to completely refine the 'Fire Kirin Sword' because the evil energy of the 'Fire Kirin Sword' was too strong."

"If I'm not mistaken, that old thief has definitely hidden away in some secret place to cultivate in seclusion, trying to completely fuse the Heavenly Tribulation and the Fire Kirin Sword into one!"

Thinking of this, Huai Kong felt a little relieved, but in the blink of an eye, his expression turned serious again.

"However... there is another possibility." He frowned, gazing towards the Central Plains, "Duan Lang."

"Duanlang?" The goddess looked puzzled.

Huai Kong nodded slightly, his expression solemn:

"Back then, in order to save my master's incurable illness, I borrowed the Fire Kirin Sword from Duan Lang, promising to return it after the matter was settled."

"But too many things happened later, and I haven't been able to repay it until now... I am indeed in the wrong about this matter and I have let Duan Lang down."

"Moreover, I heard that Duan Lang has now ascended to the position of leader of the martial arts alliance, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable."

"If you're asking who else in this world could eliminate Tie Kuangtu without anyone noticing... I can't think of anyone else but him."

Thinking of this, Huai Kong subconsciously looked down at his hands, which were used for forging iron—

He has trained hard all this time, just to personally grasp the Heavenly Tribulation Armor of the Iron-Shattering Mad Slaughterer.

But now, those hands may not even need to move.

A flicker of guilt and resolve crossed his eyes. He abruptly turned to the Divine Mother and said:

"Goddess, it seems that we can no longer find out the truth about Ironheart Island."

"I want to go back to the Central Plains! To the Tianshan Mountains! To find Duan Lang!"

Upon hearing this, the goddess's eyes flickered slightly beneath her mask. After a moment of contemplation, she said calmly:

"In that case, you may go."

"I was ordered to help you kill Tie Kuangtu. Now that Tie Kuangtu is gone, my mission is complete."

"Moreover, this matter is suspicious, and I need to rush back to Tianmen immediately to report to Indra."

The group returned to the ferry and boarded the massive, black ship.

The goddess stood at the bow of the ship, waved her sleeves, and unfurled her command flag: "All generals, heed my command! Return to port!"

The giant ship turned its bow around, cut through the waves, and disappeared into the vast sea fog in the blink of an eye.

Huai Kong stood in the wind, watching the giant ship disappear into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The sea breeze made his clothes flutter and his hair hit his face, but he didn't bother to brush it off.

The goddess is gone!

Iron Madman has disappeared!

The Fire Kirin Sword has disappeared!

He came with his iron-forging skills to seek revenge, but his enemy was nowhere to be found.

Never before had he felt so lost.

He then turned around, his gaze falling on the lone, small boat beside him, and exhaled a long breath.

"Bai Ling, it's time for us to go too."

Bai Ling didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

She could sense Huai Kong's feelings at that moment—

The flames of revenge burned brightly for a moment before vanishing into thin air, leaving behind only a head full of question marks and fists with nowhere to go.

The two swayed slightly, landed lightly in the boat, untied the mooring ropes, and hoisted the sails.

A small boat, crossing the vast ocean once more.

They went there full of murderous intent, but returned empty-handed.

The only one who brushes past me is the sea breeze.

On the shore of the East China Sea, there is a bustling ferry crossing.

A man stood at the end of the pier, carrying a long sword wrapped in gold on his back, his gaze fixed on the vast sea, his expression revealing a hint of loneliness.

"The martial arts world of the Central Plains is indeed a place where hidden talents abound..."

Huang Ying gently stroked the hilt of the "Jing Ji" sword behind him, sighing inwardly.

He originally intended to test his skills against all the masters of the Central Plains on this trip to the Central Plains.

But after witnessing the near-divine battle between Nie Feng and Duan Lang at Mount Tai, he realized what it meant to be outmatched.

His proud swordsmanship seemed utterly pathetic in the face of a true peerless expert.

"That's it!" He sighed deeply, all dejection vanishing from his eyes, replaced by a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

"This time, upon returning to Japan, I must undergo intensive seclusion and training."

"I will never set foot outside of Japan until I have grasped the ultimate realm of swordsmanship!"

Having made up his mind, Huang Ying no longer hesitated and stepped onto the ship.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Just then, a calm yet supremely majestic voice came from the other end of the pier.

Huang Ying stopped walking, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly turned around.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, three figures walked slowly towards the sun, bathed in golden light.

The leader, dressed in a blue robe, possessed a refined and composed demeanor, like a bottomless ancient well—

Although he held no weapon, he possessed the aura of a grandmaster that made people dare not look him in the eye.

Behind him followed a father and son.

The father, dressed in black with curly hair, had a cold and stern face and a burly figure. He was like a drawn sword, sharp and menacing.

The son was about twelve or thirteen years old. Although his face still had some childishness, his eyes were firm and steady, and he vaguely resembled his father.

Huang Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one, finally settling on Wuming.

His thumb unconsciously pressed against the hilt of Jingji's knife—

This is a swordsman's instinctive reaction when encountering a powerful enemy.

But Huang Ying was Huang Ying after all; after a moment of solemnity, a playful smile appeared on his lips:

"The nameless legend of the martial world, the tearless god of death, Bu Jingyun. Why do you block my path?"

Wuming stopped ten feet away from Huang Ying, his gaze sweeping over the long sword wrapped in gold behind him, and calmly said:

"With your golden sword on your back and an aura of swordsmanship that commands respect, you must be the greatest swordsman of Japan—Kouei?"

"Exactly." Huang Ying said proudly, puffing out his chest.

"The Dragon King of the Giant Whale Gang died by your blade?"

Wuming asked again, his voice soft but each word clear, like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

Upon hearing this, Huang Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, as if recalling something.

After a moment, he sneered and said nonchalantly:

"Yes, that's true."

"Why did you kill him?" Wuming's gaze narrowed slightly.

Huang Ying laughed loudly, his laughter filled with arrogance and disdain:

"Why? Simply because he's too weak!"

"I originally wanted to find an opponent to test my skills. I heard that the Dragon King was the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, so I thought he must be quite capable. Who knew..."

At this point, Huang Ying shook his head, his face full of contempt:

"He couldn't even catch a casual stab from me."

"This kind of trash, he's dead, so what? What's there to say?"

"He couldn't withstand my astonishment; it's only because he lacked the skill, and it was his fate!"

"you--"

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun's expression turned icy cold, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Huang Ying's disregard for human life instantly ignited the bloodlust deep within the Uncrying Death God.

"snort!"

Bu Jingyun snorted coldly, his true energy surged, and the wooden planks beneath his feet cracked in a spiderweb pattern as he prepared to attack.

Although Bu Tian was young, he had been traveling the world with his father for some time and knew all too well what this aura meant—his father was going to kill someone.

"Jingyun, wait a moment."

A hand gently pressed on Bu Jingyun's shoulder.

The nameless man's hand was steady, his palm warm, and he exuded a reassuring power.

Bu Jingyun turned to look at him, and met a pair of eyes that were calm and unwavering.

"This person's swordsmanship is exquisite; he should not be underestimated."

"You step back and look after Haotian'er. Leave this to me."

Bu Jingyun frowned slightly.

He glanced at Wuming, then finally let out a deep breath, suppressing his murderous intent, and stepped aside, pulling Bu Tian behind him.

"Father, this Japanese guy is so arrogant." Bu Tian peeked out from behind Bu Jingyun, staring at the gold-wrapped longsword on Huang Ying's back, his eyes filled with both curiosity and resentment.

"Is his knife really that powerful?"

Bu Jingyun reached out and pressed his son's head back down, coldly saying:

"The knife is a good knife, but arrogance often comes at a price."

"Oh……"

Bu Tian obediently shrank back, but his eyes never left the arena, and his little fists were clenched tightly.

At this moment, the once bustling crowd at the ferry crossing was terrified when they saw the tense standoff between the two sides.

"Run! It's a gangster seeking revenge!"

"Don't stay here, or you'll get caught in the crossfire!"

Amid screams, merchants and civilians abandoned their goods and fled in all directions.

The vast ferry crossing was soon reduced to a standoff between the two sides, utterly silent except for the howling sea breeze.

The sea breeze grew stronger, whipping up thousands of waves.

The nameless man stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, like a pillar of strength stabilizing the sea.

He looked at Huang Ying, a hint of regret and sternness flashing in his eyes:

"Your swordsmanship is excellent, but you are too violent and treat human life as worthless. You have gone astray."

"Today, I, Wuming, would like to ask you for a few pointers—to seek justice for the deceased Dragon King."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ying was not afraid at all; on the contrary, his fighting spirit surged!

Golden light surged around him, and the Silent Blade hummed incessantly, as if it craved blood and battle.

"Excellent! Well done, Heavenly Sword Nameless!"

"I originally planned to return to Japan to hone my sword-making skills, but I never expected to run into you before I left."

"In that case, let me see if this reputation as a martial arts legend is just empty boasting!"