I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

boom--!

The sea surface suddenly exploded.

A column of water as thick as a water vat was propelled into the sky by his internal force, transforming into a water dragon that shot straight toward the distant shore with immense power!

The water jets crashed heavily onto the beach, but did not create any waves.

Instead of—

It was a hissing sound that sent chills down your spine.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

The originally golden sand turned golden the moment it touched the seawater—

A plume of pale green smoke rose up!

Wherever the smoke passed, the rocks silently melted away, and the seaweed growing close to the reefs withered instantly into a charred mess. Even the air began to be filled with a pungent, nauseating stench.

"This is—" Bu Tian paused slightly, then spoke in a deep voice.

"Such potent toxicity."

"This is the Heavenly Gate's 'Seven-Step Intestinal-Severing Powder'," the Water God King said in a deep voice.

"It turns into poisonous mist upon contact with water; contact with it is fatal, and inhalation is also fatal."

"The entire beach has been secretly poisoned by them."

"If I hadn't tested them in this way—"

He sneered:

"Those who rashly landed have long since turned into a pool of pus and blood."

Upon hearing this, all four of them felt a chill run down their spines.

Unexpectedly—

Indra was so insidious that after landing on the island, he casually laid out this ruthless plan to wipe out his pursuers.

"Thank you for the reminder, sir." Wuming bowed respectfully, his expression serene.

"No need to be so polite," the Water God King waved his hand.

"This place is not safe to stay for long. The poison gas is spreading extremely quickly. If you want to get to the island, you'll have to follow me around by water to the other side of the island—"

"No need."

A cold voice suddenly interrupted him.

Bu Jingyun slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the towering cliffs on the shore.

"Go—up there."

The Water God King was taken aback, and subconsciously followed his gaze—

The cliff is hundreds of feet high, sheer and smooth, so smooth that even a seabird cannot land on it.

The Water God King was about to speak to dissuade him, but before he could even utter a word—

The four of them have already moved!

The lone boat beneath my feet shot through the waves like an arrow released from a bow, hurtling towards the shallow waters near the shore.

Before the ship had even come to a complete stop, Bu Jingyun had already leaped into the air!

Its figure transformed into a wisp of ethereal cloud in mid-air, lightly skimming over the golden, poisonous beach below, without even picking up a trace of poisonous gas, heading straight for the cliff hundreds of feet high.

Bu Tian followed closely behind.

He circulated his inner energy beneath his feet, his figure as swift as lightning—he was not at all behind his father!

Nie Feng and Wuming also leaped into the air one after the other.

The two moved with graceful ease, like startled swans reflected in water.

In the blink of an eye—

They had already crossed the area sealed off by poisonous gas and landed steadily on the top of the high cliff.

The Water God King stood on the waves, looking up at the four figures disappearing on the cliff top, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Impressive footwork..."

He muttered something to himself, his tone filled with genuine reverence.

Immediately—his body sank.

It disappeared silently into the sea, leaving no trace.

Night falls.

On the island, campfires flickered deep in the jungle.

The firelight flickered in the dark forest, illuminating faces with a variety of expressions.

No one spoke loudly.

Even as the entire group sat around the campfire, everyone kept their voices as low as possible, afraid of disturbing anything they shouldn't.

This fear doesn't come from the island—

Instead, it came from the daytime, from Indra's barely audible "Get out of the way."

It was just three words, yet it was ten times colder than any angry outburst or reprimand.

On a high cliff.

Feng Yun and his companions, positioned high above, used the cover of night to coldly survey the camp below.

Bu Tian lay prone on the edge of the cliff, his gaze fixed on the golden-roofed sedan chair that sat quietly in the center of the campfire below, his fighting spirit rising inch by inch.

"Father," he said in a low voice, each word firm and resolute.

"Indra is down there."

"Rather than let him obtain the Dragon Essence and wreak havoc on the world, I'd rather go down now and catch him off guard."

Bu Jingyun raised his hand and pressed down on his son's shoulder.

"No."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was as deep and heavy as a stone.

"Indra's cultivation is unfathomable."

"He also has countless experts from the Heavenly Gate around him."

"Going down without understanding the situation is not just about killing him, it's about delivering yourself to his doorstep."

He paused, then turned to look at Bu Tian, ​​a glint of light flashing in his eyes:

"We have only one purpose for this trip—to prevent him from obtaining the Dragon Essence. We must not let a small matter cause us to lose the bigger picture."

Bu Tian clenched his fists and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he slowly loosened his fingers, lowered his body again, and remained silent.

He knew his father was right.

But the fighting spirit in his chest still burned painfully.

The nameless man remained silent throughout.

His gaze did not fall on the golden-topped sedan chair of Indra.

Instead, they remained at the very edge of the camp—beside a campfire so remote it was almost swallowed by darkness.

There, a solitary figure stood.

He sat alone by the fire.

He wiped the hero's sword in his hand again and again.

Mechanical in action, stubborn.

He didn't even look up when someone spoke to him.

Jian Chen!!

Wuming gazed quietly and for a long time at this disciple whom he had once personally taught.

He still remembers—

The child who held the hero's sword for the first time.

His eyes were as clear as mountain spring water, full of longing for the martial world and unwavering faith in justice.

His hands were trembling as he took the sword, and he kept saying, "Master, I will definitely not let you down."

But now—

The face illuminated by the firelight was sinister, tense, and exuded a deep-seated ferocity.

He polished the hero's sword until it gleamed, but the gleaming blade reflected a face he didn't even recognize.

The nameless man let out a long, long sigh.

"Chen'er..."

His voice was so soft it was almost carried away by the night breeze.

"In pursuit of power, you ultimately chose that path."

Nie Feng, who was standing beside him, heard this sigh.

He glanced back at Wuming, hesitated, and ultimately said nothing.

Some roads you have to walk alone.

Even if you're on the wrong path.

On the other side of the jungle.

Beside a secluded campfire.

Huai Kong and Wu Er sat facing each other, the firelight flickering on their faces.

Wu Er is very straightforward.

He'd been holding something in for days, and now he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and blurted it out:

"Huai Kong".

He put down the grilled meat he was eating and looked directly at the person opposite him:

Stop deceiving yourself.

"Miss Luo has feelings for you; even a rough man like me can see it—you spend every day with her, don't you really realize it at all?"

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong's hand holding the wine flask suddenly froze.

After a moment of silence, a look of difficulty appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Wu Er became even more anxious and moved closer:

"Tell me the truth—if you had to choose between Miss Luo and Bai Ling, who would you choose?"

Huai Kong sighed softly.

He reached out and poked at the campfire in front of him, sparks flying up and burning a few tiny black spots on his sleeve, but he didn't even notice.

"Miss Luo..." he began slowly.

"I have seen and remembered all the good things she has done for me."

"I owe this debt of gratitude far too much—I'm afraid I can never repay it in this lifetime."

"But--"

He looked up at the flickering firelight:

"Our relationship was like that of siblings, nothing more."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly softened, as if some distant image was surfacing in the deepest part of his gaze.

"As for Bai Ling—"

"She's someone I grew up with."

"In my heart, there has never been—and never will be—a second person who can replace her."

Wu Er frowned and tentatively asked another question:

"What if...?"

"I mean, what if—if one day, something happens to Bai Ling, would you accept Miss Luo?"

"No."

Huai Kong's expression suddenly changed, and he looked up abruptly, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes.

Wu Er was startled and quickly waved his hand:

"I was just saying, in case—"

"There's no 'what if'," Huai Kong interrupted him, meeting Wu Er's gaze, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Whether Bai Ling is alive or dead—my heart belongs only to her."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than, behind a large tree not far away—

"Click."

The very soft snapping of a dry twig was so clear in the still night that it sounded as if someone had struck a bronze bell.

A beautiful figure stood frozen behind the tree, as if struck by lightning.

Luo Xian bit her lower lip hard and covered her mouth tightly with both hands—not allowing herself to make even the slightest sound.

But the tears that had been welling up in her eyes were already silently sliding down her cheeks, landing on the fallen leaves at her feet.

She silently and deeply gazed at the heartbreaking figure from behind.

Finally, he turned around, staggered, and disappeared into the endless darkness.

The ground was uneven, and I could barely keep my footing with each step.

Only a string of broken teardrops remained, falling sadly in the night wind.

Neither Huai Kong nor Wu Er heard anything by the campfire.

Twilight.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the vines at the cave entrance, casting dappled shadows.

On the stone bed inside the cave—

The two bodies were tightly intertwined.

Clothes scattered all over the floor, hair disheveled, and an air filled with an alluring atmosphere that was almost embarrassing.

Luo Xian nestled tightly in Huai Kong's arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile—

Seeing him so close, smelling his scent, was a scene she had never dared to dream of in her countless dreams.

The flush on Huai Kong's body had faded, her breathing was steady, and her brows were relaxed.

Clearly, the toxicity has been neutralized.

Luo Xian extended a slender, fair finger and traced Huai Kong's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips with extreme care.

Every stroke seemed to be an attempt to etch this face into one's soul, and a satisfied smile unconsciously crept onto the corners of his mouth.

Just then—

"Bai Ling..."

Huai Kong, still asleep, suddenly frowned slightly.

He parted his lips slightly, and uttered two words in a muffled but deeply affectionate tone.

Bai—Ling.