I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Duan Lang seemed to see through their thoughts and said calmly:

"Although the Heavenly Sin is powerful, it is ultimately a vicious weapon that must be fed with blood."

"Now that it has been incorporated into the Fire Kirin Sword, it can be said that it has made the best use of its resources."

He glanced at Huai Kong, a half-smile playing on his lips: "What? Feeling sorry for him?"

Huai Kong gave a wry smile, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Since the sin of Heaven is gone, then it must be the will of Heaven."

"Besides, this matter was originally caused by me, so it is only right for Sect Leader Duan to make this compensation."

"Huai Kong... has nothing to say."

Although he was extremely reluctant, he also knew that he was in the wrong first.

If Duan Lang hadn't intervened and killed Tie Kuangtu, that madman would have already used the Heavenly Tribulation to dominate the martial arts world, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"You're a reasonable person."

Duan Lang nodded slightly and waved his hand casually.

"Alright, now that you've apologized, you may leave."

"I still need to cultivate, so I won't see you off."

"Yes, Huai Kong takes his leave."

The three people exchanged a glance, bowed again, and slowly withdrew from the main hall.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped out of the palace.

Bai Ling's back was soaked with cold sweat, and her legs felt as weak as if she were walking on cotton.

Huai Mie's face was ashen. He strode forward without saying a word, his fists still clenched.

As soon as they left the Heavenly Palace, a biting mountain wind rushed in, causing the three of them to flutter their robes.

Huai Kong paused and looked back at the majestic palace behind him, then let out a long sigh.

Bai Ling quietly walked to his side, gently touched his sleeve, and said nothing.

Huai Kong lowered his eyes.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings—

The grudges are settled, but the divine weapon is lost.

The far north, a bitterly cold land, a forbidden zone of heaven.

A colossal mountain formed from millennia-old ice pierces the sky, exuding a chilling aura that keeps the living at bay.

A gigantic face emerged from the ice wall.

His eyes were closed, like a sleeping god, exuding endless majesty and eeriness.

This is the Lord of the Heavenly Gate—Indra.

Beside the ice wall, the divine judge stood with his hands at his sides, not daring to breathe loudly.

Despite the extreme cold, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

When the Lord is in a bad mood, new cracks will appear on the ice wall.

It's already cracked seven times today.

Although Indra's eyes were closed, his mind was as restless and uneasy as the fierce winds of the far north.

Did he think he couldn't see through the little schemes of the Goddess Luo Xian?

Did she develop feelings for Huai Kong?

Hmph, utterly stupid.

What angered him even more was that the attempts to capture Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun's families had repeatedly failed.

Jiang Chen, this guy who appeared out of nowhere, has repeatedly ruined his plans; he's truly hateful.

But what troubled him most was the grand plan to slay the dragon.

On this auspicious day, a divine dragon appears in the world—an event that occurs only once every ten cycles of the Chinese calendar.

If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait another six hundred years.

The original plan required gathering the seven divine weapons to break through the dragon's protective essence.

But now, the Seven Warriors' plan to slay the dragon has been completely disrupted.

The sword spirit of the peerless sword has been devoured by Duan Lang's Fire Kirin Sword;

Tianzui disappeared along with Tie Kuangtu, and there has been no news of him since.

Po Jun, that good-for-nothing, has disappeared somewhere. Tan Lang and Tian Ren also vanished along with him, most likely long ago turned into skeletons.

Of the Seven Warlords, only "Jing Ji" and "Hero Sword" are currently in his possession.

"Only one month left..."

The enormous ice face slowly opened its eyes, its gaze flashing with a cold light that seemed to freeze the void.

time does not wait.

Although we can't gather all seven Shichibukai, if we can get Duan Lang to make a move...

The Fire Kirin Sword in Duan Lang's hand is so sharp that it probably far surpasses ordinary divine weapons.

If we can get his help, there might still be a chance to slay the dragon.

only……

A shadow crossed Indra's eyes.

Duan Lang is an ambitious and unruly man who also covets Long Yuan.

Cooperating with him is like asking a tiger for its skin.

"Hmph, no matter what, I am determined to obtain the Dragon Essence!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire iceberg trembled violently.

Countless cracks burst open around the ice face, scattering shards of ice everywhere.

The divine judge's legs went weak, and he knelt down, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

Its furious roar echoed throughout heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.

Beyond the heavens, in the warm pavilion behind the mountain.

The red candles flickered, casting dappled light and shadow.

Nie Renwang stood with his hands behind his back by the window, gazing at the snow falling heavily outside, his brows furrowed.

After taking the "Nine-Turn Life-Extending Pill," all his chronic illnesses vanished, his eyes regained their inner light, and his aura became long and deep, subtly revealing the air of a grandmaster.

His skills have recovered to their peak.

Dugu Meng was tidying up Nie Qing's clothes when she saw her father-in-law sighing and was about to say a few words of comfort.

Suddenly, there was a soft creaking sound.

The door opened.

Before anyone even entered, a refreshing and unique fragrance wafted in on the breeze.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure walked in.

The newcomer was dressed in fine clothes, adorned with jewels, and possessed a graceful and charming demeanor. She exuded a natural and captivating allure, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Dugu Meng was stunned for a moment—she didn't recognize him.

Nie Qing tilted her head, blinked twice, and asked in a childish voice:

"That lady is so pretty, who is she?"

Nie Renwang was startled.

He slowly turned to the side, and the moment he saw the person's face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing became rapid.

His fist, clenched behind his back, suddenly tightened, his knuckles cracking.

"Meng'er, take Qing'er out first."

His voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Although Dugu Meng was full of doubts, she saw Nie Renwang's expression change drastically, and the veins on his forehead throbbed—

She instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Without asking any further questions, she quickly picked up Nie Qing, covered the little girl's ears, bowed slightly, and hurriedly left, closing the door behind her.

Outside the door, Nie Qing tugged at Dugu Meng's collar in dissatisfaction:

"Mother, why did Grandpa send us away?"

Dugu Meng pinched her little nose and smiled, feigning ease:

"Grandpa's old friend is here to see him. Children shouldn't listen to adults. Be good, Mommy will take you to play with Aunt You Ruo, okay?"

Nie Qing pouted. Although she was reluctant, her eyes lit up when she heard the word "play," and she obediently leaned on Dugu Meng's shoulder.

Dugu Meng carried her daughter and walked quickly away, her heart pounding with anxiety.

My father-in-law's expression just now was truly terrifying.

Inside the pavilion, there was a moment of complete silence.

Only two people remained, staring at each other.

"Ying...Ying?"

Nie Renwang stared intently at the woman before him, his lips trembling slightly.

One hand unconsciously braced itself against the windowsill, the fingertips turning white from the force—

It was as if he would lose his balance if he didn't hold on like this.

More than twenty years have passed, and time seems to have been exceptionally kind to Yan Ying, leaving no trace of hardship on her face, but instead adding a touch of mature charm.

Yan Ying looked at the man before her, whom she had once loved, hated, and ultimately discarded like trash, her heart churning with emotions.

The once-renowned "Northern Drinking Mad Blade" has now fully recovered from his injuries and is even more formidable than before.

But now, facing his ex-wife, his tiger-like eyes revealed an indescribable complexity.

"It's me." Yan Ying took two steps closer, her expression complex.

"How are you?"

"Okay? Hahahaha!"

Nie Renwang suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter desolate and full of grief and indignation.

He took a sudden step forward, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Yan Ying:

"How dare you ask me if I'm okay?!"

"Back then, you abandoned your husband and children to run off with Po Jun. Did you ever think about me and Feng'er?!"

"Do you know how I've survived these past twenty years?!"

"I think about you day and night, wondering why you left—and you, on the other hand, are doing so well!"

"You came to see me just to show off? Is that it?!"

Yan Ying's body trembled slightly, and a hint of pain flashed in her eyes.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched quietly, her nails digging deep into her palms—

But he didn't reveal a single flaw on his face.

She quickly and stubbornly raised her head again:

"In my entire life, Yan Ying has only admired the strong."

"Back then, you were content with mediocrity and retired to the countryside. You possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, yet you only wanted to be an unambitious farmer."

"My following Po Jun is simply a case of a wise bird choosing a good tree to perch on—what wrong have I done?"

"A strong one... another strong one!"

Nie Renwang trembled all over, pointing at Yan Ying, his fingertips turning pale from the force:

"You'd give up everything just for those two words?!"

"Who am I? Who is the wind? All our years of marriage are worth less than the word 'force' in your eyes?!"

"Affection?" Yan Ying smiled sadly.

"What good are sentiments if you don't have the ability?"

"Can I protect myself? Can I protect my wife and children?"

She looked directly into Nie Renwang's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"You can't protect it."

Nie Renwang was struck dumb, staggered back two steps, and slumped heavily into his chair, his face ashen.

His hands rested on the handrail, trembling slightly.

Yes, we can't protect them.

He couldn't protect his wife back then, he couldn't protect Feng'er later, and now... he can't even protect himself.

A tear slid down his cheek, but he didn't wipe it away.

"It seems Po Jun has treated you well." Nie Renwang's voice was hoarse, tinged with self-mockery.

"If you follow him, you must be living a life of endless glory and contentment."

Yan Ying was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Po Jun is a thing of the past. Now, I am Duan Lang's wife."

"Duan Lang...?"

Nie Renwang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He then burst into a bitter laugh, which grew increasingly manic until tears streamed down his face.

He grabbed the armrest of the chair so hard his knuckles almost dug into the wood.

"Broken Waves... Haha, Broken Waves!"

"I never imagined that after all these twists and turns, you would end up with him! He's the son of Commander Duan! The son of my old friend!"

"You...you actually..."

Nie Renwang's chest heaved violently as he pointed at Yan Ying, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He had a word on the tip of his tongue, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Yan Ying did not avoid his gaze, but simply turned her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Nie Renwang gazed at the face that had haunted his dreams for over twenty years—

Even though Yingying was so heartless, he still couldn't bring himself to hate her.

"Duan Lang is now the number one martial artist in the world, with unparalleled skills and immense power." Yan Ying's tone was calm, but it subtly revealed an air of arrogance.

"He gave me everything I wanted—dignity, status, power. You can't give me those."