I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Their eyes met!

Huai Kong's cold and sharp eyes froze completely the moment he saw that petite figure in the distance!

"Ling...Ling?"

The next moment—

He abruptly dropped the Heavenly Sin Weapon in his hand!

Ignoring his severe injuries, he rushed towards Bai Ling like a madman!

Wu Er and Luo Xian also looked in the direction of the sound.

Luo Xian was utterly horrified!

Her usually unfathomable face now showed a look of utter astonishment, as if she had seen a ghost.

How is that possible?!

That day, she personally took action and used her Sacred Heart True Qi to kill the woman!

Could it be... that Indra resurrected her?

Absolutely impossible!

Why would Master waste his true energy to save a dead person who is of no use to him?

Luo Xian's mind was in turmoil, and the chill on her fingertips flickered uncertainly—

At this moment, I don't know how to face everything in front of me.

She killed the woman Huai Kong loved most in his life.

She thought that sin had been buried deep in the sea—that no one would ever know.

But Bai Ling actually came back alive.

Huai Kong had already swiftly reached Bai Ling's side, and suddenly opened his arms wide—

The force was so immense that it seemed as if it wanted to knead the woman before it into its own cracked bones and blood.

This man of steel—a man whose heart, though tempered, has never shed a single tear—

At this moment, she rested on Bai Ling's shoulder, letting out suppressed sobs.

"Bai Ling..."

"Where did you go...?"

Why did you leave me...?

Hot tears soaked Bai Ling's clothes—and also dispelled the last trace of doubt in her heart.

She reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Huai Kong's trembling back.

"I'm back." Her voice was soft and gentle.

"Huai Kong..."

"I'm back."

Just then—

A dark blue shadow streaked down—and crashed heavily onto the wasteland beneath its feet.

Huai Mie—to leave and then return.

He stood still on the collapsed stone beam.

Seeing her second brother, who always disregarded life and death, now clinging to Bai Ling like a child and weeping bitterly.

Huai Mie did not step forward.

A wide, undisguised laugh slowly spread across his blood-stained face.

Today, he personally snapped the Ice Emperor's neck, avenging the blood debt of Ironheart Island.

And his brother, on this scorched earth, also found the love of his life.

That's enough!

Huai Mie laughed loudly, turned around and leaped onto the high cliff.

He didn't disturb the two of them, but stood in the wind, took the wine flask from his waist, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

This burst of unrestrained laughter completely dispelled the deathly atmosphere on Ironheart Island.

As night deepened, the vast island fell silent once more.

Only the sound of crashing waves reaching my ears—like the oldest rhythm in the world.

Halfway up the mountain, a simple dwelling stands against the cliff.

Open the window and you can see the vast ocean and the Milky Way stretching across the fields.

This is where Huai Kong used to live.

The plank road is suspended in mid-air, like a dragon coiled on the cliff face.

Luo Xian and Bai Ling stood quietly on the boardwalk, the sea breeze was biting, and their clothes fluttered in the wind.

The surrounding air seemed somewhat stagnant.

Luo Xian's fingertips trembled slightly, and a hint of unconcealed fear was locked between her brows.

She stole a glance at the woman beside her, her heart pounding in her chest—

The scene of committing the murder that day haunted her mind like a nightmare.

If Bai Ling were to tell Huai Kong about this...

She dared not think.

I endured this torment for a long time.

"Miss Bai."

Luo Xian finally gritted her teeth and broke the silence.

She turned around, her neck, which had always been as proud as a swan's, slowly lowered.

"sorry."

His voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz—yet every word carried weight.

"I was blinded by greed back then... I thought that by killing you, I could take the place in his heart."

"Now I realize that true love cannot be taken away by human effort."

The words were spoken—

Luo Xian felt her palms were covered in cold sweat.

The feeling of waiting for the verdict was even more unbearable than when she faced Indra.

The wind seemed to stop, and Bai Ling turned her head to the side.

In the cool moonlight, she could clearly see the regret and panic in Luo Xian's eyes.

Having experienced life and death, they return once again.

All she wanted was for Huaikong to be safe and happy.

Now that we have achieved our goal, why bring up past grievances again?

"Luo Xian".

Bai Ling smiled gently, her tone as light and cheerful as a clear mountain spring.

"The past has gone with the waves."

"Brother Huai is simple-minded—letting him know about these old stories would only cause him more trouble."

She reached out and gently grasped Luo Xian's cold fingertips.

"This matter—is limited to you and me."

"Is it alright?"

Luo Xian suddenly looked up!

All I could see were a pair of clear, innocent eyes—filled with kindness.

The anxiety that had been hanging over me finally subsided.

The two looked at each other, and the awkwardness and estrangement vanished in that one smile.

The next day, at the first light of dawn.

A red sun broke through the clouds, dyeing the vast expanse of waves a golden-red hue.

The sea breeze wasn't as biting as it was last night—it was warmer.

In the courtyard.

A sudden burst of hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

Wu Er's usually arrogant face was now filled with anxiety.

He burst through the courtyard gate, clutching an unsealed letter tightly in his hand—he didn't even have time to greet anyone before shouting:

"Huai Kong—! Look—! Luo Xian—is gone—!"

The letter was handed to me.

Huai Kong's expression hardened.

As I took the letter—where my fingertips touched, there seemed to be a lingering trace of Luo Xian's chilling aura.

Unfold, the handwriting is slender and delicate—

The brushstrokes, however, reveal a resolute determination.

Love arises without knowing its origin—and deepens with each passing moment.

"Regret vanishes without a trace—with a smile."

"Huai Kong, I'm leaving."

"Since you already have someone you love, why should I linger here and make a fool of myself?"

"The road ahead is long, don't worry about me."

The signature is simply "Luo Xian".

The ink had dried, indicating that he had been gone for some time.

Huai Kong held the letter in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

The sea breeze swept through the hall, causing his clothes to flutter.

a long time.

He slowly closed the letter, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of sea and sky.

The clouds and mist obscured the view—not a single figure in plain color could be found.

"It's me..." Huai Kong's voice was hoarse.

"I let her down."

His brows were furrowed with desolation.

He was not made of wood or stone—how could he not know Luo Xian's deep affection?

Along the way, Luo Xian risked his life to protect him several times—this kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai.

however--

When it comes to matters of the heart, you can't force them.

My heart is too small—it can't hold so many people.

"No two."

Huai Kong withdrew his gaze, his eyes regaining their clarity, though a faint trace of melancholy remained.

"In my heart—"

"She's like an older brother to me, my closest relative—a sister I'd protect with my life."

"besides--"

"Nothing else."

The falling flowers are full of affection, but the flowing water is heartless.

Since we can't give her the status she wants, letting her go might be the greatest act of mercy for her.

Huai Kong silently remembered this sentiment in his heart.

He knew that if she were ever in danger, Huai Kong would be the first to rush over and shield her from a fatal blow.

This is what he owes her, something he can never repay in his lifetime.

Footsteps sounded.

Huai Mie and Bai Ling walked through the courtyard and came to Huai Kong's side.

The three stood side by side—facing this devastated landscape together.

The sea breeze, carrying ash, stung my face.

Huai Kong reached out and gently brushed a speck of dust from Bai Ling's hair.

His gaze, however, passed over the crowd and was cast toward the distant horizon.

There--

It is precisely in the direction of the Heavenly Gate.

"Thousands of lives were lost on Ironheart Island—"

Huai Kong's voice was extremely soft, yet it struck the bluestone slab with the force of a thousand-pound hammer.

"They can't have died in vain."

"This blood debt—"

"Only the blood of the Heavenly Gate can repay this debt."

"I'm going to find Indra."

The moment those words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees!

Wu Er frowned, took a step forward—his loud voice was full of worry:

"Huai Kong—are you insane?"

"That's Indra!"

"You've made some progress—but dealing with him—"

"It's like throwing an egg against a rock!"

It's not that we lack the ability to boost the morale of others—it's simply that Indra's accumulated power is too great.

It was like an insurmountable peak, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

"What's there to be afraid of?!"

A cold snort rang out, as loud as a thunderclap!

Huai Mie stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His eyes were piercing—revealing an arrogant air of looking down upon the world.

"Wu Er—you overestimate Indra."

"They're underestimating us brothers too much."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Huai Kong, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"A medicine with the power to reverse the universe—"

"It has long been ingrained in our bones and blood. This medicine is both poisonous and miraculous—giving us three chances to be reborn from the ashes."

"Each time he dies, his power increases dramatically."

Huai Mie stretched out his hand, making a fist—as if he were holding fate in the palm of his hand.

Even if he were to blast me to death—

"As long as there is a breath left, we can crawl back from hell."

"Our skills will be greatly enhanced at that time, catching him off guard—that's our biggest trump card."

Upon hearing this, Wu Er's pupils constricted sharply!

This kind of desperate, do-or-die fighting style is truly astonishing.

Huai Mie stepped forward, his eyes blazing with killing intent, his voice turning chilling—revealing a wisdom that seemed to see through people's hearts:

"not to mention--"

"Indra's greatest weakness is that he is too strong."

"He was used to being high and mighty, used to toying with everyone."

"In his eyes—we are nothing more than ants that he can crush at will."

"The will to fight," Huai Kong continued, his eyes gleaming.

"He has no will to fight."

"A person who thinks he has everything under control will never use his full strength to hunt a rabbit."

"This is our only chance of winning."

"A surprise attack—!"

Huai Mie nodded heavily, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Take advantage of his underestimation—the moment he thinks victory is assured—and deliver a fatal blow!"

"sky?"

"I'll see!"

"Is the blood of the heavens also red?!"

A murderous aura soared to the sky, accompanied by the sound of crashing waves—

Even they seemed to be overwhelmed by this resolute fighting spirit.