I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Dead." Huai Mie's words were concise and to the point.

"Was it Bu Jingyun who killed him?"

"No, it's Duan Lang."

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

He immediately understood:

"It must be because Duan Lang saw that the Fire Kirin Sword hadn't been returned yet, so he went to Iron Heart Island to ask for it in person."

"That greedy bastard Tie Kuangtu definitely wouldn't return it, which is why he brought about his own demise."

Since it was Duan Lang who did the killing, the Fire Kirin Sword has naturally been taken back.

This trip up the mountain was quite open and carefree.

With his inner knot untied, Huai Kong suddenly thought of something else:

"Brother, since you escaped danger a long time ago, why didn't you come looking for me?"

Huai Mie's gaze suddenly turned cold as he stared directly at Huai Kong:

"Because you are too weak."

"On the path of martial arts, one either progresses or regresses."

"If I had shown myself sooner, the hatred in your heart would have dissipated, and how would you have been able to improve your martial arts?"

After saying this, he turned his gaze to the uneasy Bai Ling beside him, and a meaningful sneer appeared on his lips.

"I just never expected that while I was away... Bai Ling would actually develop real feelings for you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ling's face instantly turned red to her ears, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, not daring to look at the two of them at all.

Her hand unconsciously clenched the teacup in front of her, her knuckles turning white.

The atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became extremely delicate.

"What are you saying, brother?!"

Huai Kong's expression turned serious, and he abruptly stood up, his gaze as firm as iron.

"Our brotherhood is as deep as that of flesh and blood; how can romantic feelings compare?"

"Huai Kong will never do anything to steal his brother's love in his entire life! This matter—must never be mentioned again!"

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Bai Ling, but instead gave Huai Mie a deep fist salute.

Upon hearing these words, Bai Ling's grip on the teacup tightened suddenly.

She didn't say anything, just lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear silently fell into the cup.

Huai Mie took all of this in, a complex look flashing deep in his eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.

Huai Kong took a deep breath, looked up at the cloud-shrouded summit of Tianshan Mountain, and said in a deep voice:

"Moreover, although Duan Lang has taken back the Fire Kirin Sword, I was deceived by that beast Tie Kuangtu back then, causing the divine weapon to be lost. It was ultimately my fault, and I failed Duan Lang's trust."

"Now that we've come to Tianshan, we must go to Duan Lang's door to apologize in person—only then can we be true to our conscience and fulfill our promise."

Huai Mie looked at his younger brother, who was originally indecisive, but now showed such decisiveness and responsibility. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"Alright, in that case—let's go up the mountain!"

The three of them, braving the biting wind and trudging through the snow, strode towards the towering, cloud-piercing sky.

The wind was biting cold, and snow was falling heavily.

On the mountain path leading to the summit of Tianwaitian, three figures braved the wind and snow, climbing step by step.

Huai Mie walked at the front, his steps steady and powerful, as if the wind and snow hitting his face didn't exist.

Huai Kong followed closely behind, glancing back at Bai Ling every now and then.

Although Bai Ling didn't say anything, her face was already pale from the cold, her lips were slightly purple, and her fingers were clenching the hem of her clothes, her knuckles trembling.

After passing through the mountain gate, a spacious training ground came into view.

Huai Mie suddenly stopped in his tracks; he had been to this place before.

The last time he stood here, he challenged Xiong Ba.

As it turned out, that old geezer, who looked frail and aged, defeated him with ease.

Huai Mie's eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned the surroundings, seemingly searching for Xiong Ba's figure.

"Big brother?"

Huai Kong sensed something was wrong and asked in a low voice.

Huai Mie withdrew his gaze and snorted coldly.

His inner energy began to surge subtly.

"That old scoundrel Xiong Ba is not here."

"Hmph, I have now mastered the 'Seven Killings of Primordial Chaos' and wanted to learn a few more moves from him to avenge my previous humiliation."

"Brother, business is more important," Huai Kong quickly advised.

Although Huai Mie was arrogant, he could distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

He suppressed his fighting spirit and continued walking forward.

The three people climbed up the winding boardwalk.

Beneath their feet lay a bottomless abyss, with swirling clouds and mist; a single misstep would mean certain death.

After passing several steep cliffs, a lush green bamboo forest appeared ahead.

After passing through the woods, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before us.

Above the clouds, the Heavenly Palace stands majestically, like a celestial palace, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

In the square in front of the Heavenly Palace, two boys are practicing together.

The wind howled from the punches, the shadows of the legs blurred, each move contained astonishing power—

They were Duan Lang's two sons, Duan Shen and Duan Wu.

Beside him stood Duan Shuai, his hands behind his back, his beard and hair like halberds.

Watching his two grandsons fight so fiercely, the old man became more and more pleased, nodding frequently, his mustache standing on end.

"Good! Although I don't know what kind of boxing technique this is, its intent is fierce and unparalleled, and its power is astonishing! Shen'er, well done!"

Duan Shen unleashed a punch, the force of which, accompanied by a heat wave, sent the snow on the ground flying.

"Wu'er's movement techniques are even more mysterious and unpredictable; this old man can hardly see through them! Excellent! Excellent!"

Duan Wu's figure flashed, as if he had disappeared into thin air for a moment. When he reappeared, he had already circled around to Duan Shen's side and struck him in the ribs with a palm.

With a roar, Duan Shenhu deflected the attack with his elbow. The two forces collided with a muffled thud, cracking several of the stone bricks in the square.

As Huai Kong and his two companions approached, their footsteps startled those present.

Duan Shen withdrew his fist and stood still, a glint of sharp light flashing in his tiger-like eyes as he glanced at the three of them, his brows furrowing slightly.

"It's you? What brings you here again?"

Duan Shuai also turned his head, his gaze lingering on Huai Mie for a moment longer—

The old man, being an experienced man, could tell at a glance that these two big guys were quite skilled.

When Huai Mie came last time, he was defeated by Duan Shen.

Now that enemies have met, their eyes are filled with hatred.

The fighting spirit in Huai Mie's eyes ignited instantly.

He took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"Severing God! I will avenge the humiliation of last time tenfold today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, and his true energy surged out like a raging tide, spreading out an overwhelming palm intent.

Duan Shen's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"You defeated opponent, how dare you spout such threats? If you want a beating, this young master will grant your wish."

The two were on the verge of a fight, ready to come to blows.

"Big brother! No!"

Huai Kong was shocked and quickly stepped in front of Huai Mie, pressing his hands firmly against Huai Mie's shoulders, and said urgently:

"We've come here to apologize to Master Duan; we absolutely mustn't cause trouble!"

Huai Mie slowly loosened his fist, which was bulging with veins, and the veins on the back of his hand were still throbbing.

He stared at Duan Shen for several seconds before finally squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth:

"……OK."

Huai Kong finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and respectfully bowed to Commander Duan and the two young men:

"Young heroes, Huai Kong has come here to apologize to Master Duan. I hope you will be lenient with me."

Duan Shen snorted softly, dissipating the force of his punch. Disinterested, he leaned to the side and picked at his ear with his finger.

"Father is cultivating inside. You can go in yourselves. It's boring."

Duan Wu didn't speak, but silently scrutinized Huai Mie with a deep gaze.

Thank you.

Huai Kong felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly grabbed Huai Mie, who was full of resentment, and Bai Ling, who was uneasy, and hurried across the square, heading straight for the main hall.

The hall was empty and quiet, with only a few eternal lamps casting a dim light.

Duan Lang, dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, sat cross-legged on the throne on the high platform.

With his eyes slightly closed, his face cold and stern, and his body surrounded by crimson flames, he resembled a god or demon looking down upon all living beings.

A divine sword floated beside him, its shimmering light faintly revealing the illusory figures of a roaring Qilin and howling beasts, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

As soon as Huai Kong stepped into the main hall, he felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Bai Ling behind him turned pale, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt down.

Huai Mie's condition was slightly better, but a layer of fine sweat still seeped from his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to lose control—

After all, he was a master in his own right, and he couldn't afford to lose face in the face of such pressure.

Huai Kong dared not delay, quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice:

"Iron Gate Huai Kong greets Sect Leader Duan!"

Huai Mie and Bai Ling also bowed.

Huai Mie knelt very unwillingly, and his knees hit the ground with a dull thud.

Duan Lang slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

He glanced down at the three people, his gaze finally settling on Huai Kong.

"What is it?"

The two words, spoken in a calm tone, conveyed an undeniable sense of authority.

Huai Kong took a deep breath, untied the thorny branches from his back, raised his hands high above his head, and looked ashamed.

"Huai Kong was foolish and was deceived by that beast Tie Kuangtu. He borrowed the Fire Kirin Sword of the Duan Sect Leader, causing the divine weapon to be lost for several months."

"Although the divine troops have now returned, Huai Kong has broken his promise and failed in his duty. Today, I have come to apologize with a bundle of thorns on my back. Kill me or torture me, it is all up to you!"

The hall was deathly quiet.

Duan Lang's fingertips gently tapped the armrest of the throne, unhurriedly, each tap feeling like a blow to Huai Kong's heart.

After a long while, Duan Lang suddenly chuckled softly: "Heh."

With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle force surged forth, shattering the thorny branch in Huai Kong's hand into dust, scattering the fragments all over the ground.

At the same time, a supporting force lifted Huai Kong up.

"To plead guilty with a bundle of thorns on one's back? There's absolutely no need for that."

Duan Lang's gaze shifted to the Fire Kirin Sword floating beside him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"I should thank you."

Huai Kong was taken aback: "What do you mean by that, Sect Leader Duan?"

Duan Lang reached out and gently stroked the sword, and the Fire Kirin Sword let out a cheerful hum.

"If you hadn't taken the Fire Kirin Sword to Iron Heart Island, how would I have had the chance to let it devour 'Heavenly Sin' and 'Heavenly Tribulation' in one gulp?"

"What?!"

Huai Kong and Huai Mie's expressions changed simultaneously.

Huai Mie clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"Heavenly Sin...was swallowed?"

Huai Kong stared in disbelief at the divine sword before him, his fists clenching involuntarily until his nails dug into his palms.

Heavenly Sin is the Iron Gate's most precious treasure, a ferocious beast among mortals, possessing boundless power.

Unexpectedly, it became nourishment for the Fire Kirin Sword.