Chapter 1312: Chapter 53: Heavenly King Flute (2-in-1) (Part 4)

"Why do you always talk with such insinuations?" Sikong Dou angrily said, "Do you think I would sense wrong?"

Emperor Ye nodded.

Sikong Dou definitely wouldn’t sense wrongly, which means the other party is good at hiding their presence, and didn’t get discovered. But the more it is like this, the more dangerous it becomes.

Continuing to probe, suddenly he said, "Brother Fang is also dining across from us!"

Sikong Dou rolled his eyes and said, "What else? That’s why I called you over. This kid is probably going to kill someone, I’m waiting to see if I can help..."

Sikong Ye glanced and rolled his eyes, "What’s this, starting to flatter?"

Sikong Dou sighed, "Can’t keep misunderstanding all the time."

"What kind of misunderstanding is that?"

Sikong Ye clicked his tongue twice, "You’re just blinded by your own greed..."

"Stop talking. Pay attention to the observation! Don’t miss anything." Sikong Dou’s face turned serious, exuding a big brother’s aura.

"Hehe..." Sikong Ye didn’t speak anymore.

But he also truly started to care. If Fang Che got into trouble right under their noses, where would they put their faces?

...

At a restaurant adjacent to Hongyun Restaurant, two white-clothed men leisurely ate and drank.

"No movement from that side yet."

"Hold your horses."

"With this situation, I feel we should report to Master."

"Just a trivial matter."

The other person sipped his drink calmly, transmitted, "The Qinglong Gang has been slaughtered to this extent, people die every day, the gang is about to explode. If we don’t vent the emotions, you and I both know from experience... Keep cowering like this, even if the Qinglong Gang rebounds later, the loss is irreparable, and now these complainers are the absolute mainstays, staunch loyalists."

"And the higher-ups won’t care about emotions, they only care about victories and losses."

"Then what about the emotions? Our gang must be responsible for relieving them. Now, the only way to relieve them is this one, but reporting it will surely be stopped."

"So... let’s cooperate in this matter."

The white-clothed man sighed, "Young Master Yun is bound to leave the Southeast eventually. When he was here, the Feng Family supported the Southeast, what to do when he’s gone?"

"These things... The boss repeatedly emphasized many times before we came."

"You’re right, then let’s wait and see. The strength of these eight patrollers is really not worth my attention."

"So this task is very easy."

"Haha... Drink up."

...

Fang Che and others got up and left directly.

Not a hint of nostalgia.

It even gave a ’hurried away avoiding something’ feeling.

"Boss, they won’t follow us, will they."

"No, they won’t."

"Why? We can call for reinforcements anytime, this is our territory." Mo Gan Yun was somewhat puzzled.

"Because firstly, we also need merit, and secondly, they are absolutely confident of survival and escape."

"These Demon Sect people won’t stop until they achieve their goal."

Fang Che pondered, "I’m just wondering where their confidence comes from."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Because, supposedly it shouldn’t be the case.

This group is certainly vengeful, but individually, they also value their lives.

This time they suddenly became so bold.

There must be a reason.

Feng Xiangdong said, "Could it be that the Qinglong Gang has been forced to the brink by us? The Qinglong Gang has a total of 7,400 members, including outer disciples, totaling 20,000. We’ve already wiped out 17,000 of them, right?"

"Impossible!"

Fang Che said firmly, "It’s not to that point yet. Because the high-levels remain unscathed! There may be some emotional outbreaks, but it’s not reached the extremities. Yet there is a reason amongst it."

Nine people moved swiftly.

Soon they left the bustling city, heading for a secluded, remote area.

"Really not notifying Commander Zhao?" Yu Zhongge asked.

"Already notified. But it’s said a Demon Sect guardian Heavenly King Flute entered Donghu State and is currently near the Southeast Headquarters."

Fang Che worriedly said, "Someone will come, but may not arrive in time. Because forces need to concentrate on dealing with that side."

"Their plan is quite thorough."

Xue Wanren held his sword hilt, laughing sinisterly.

Just at that moment, from a distance came a wailing flute sound in the air.

The flute sounded, heaven mourned, earth grieved, melancholy filled the world suddenly.

And this sound seemed to come from the heavens.

Fang Che and others simultaneously felt a heaviness in their hearts, their minds actually influenced by the flute.

The flute sound like wind from high above, getting closer and closer.

A loud shout erupted: "Heavenly King Flute! Bu Chou is here!"

A figure, as if carrying a mountain, rose from the ground, breaking through clouds, rushing towards the sky.

In the air.

A faint voice, "Bu Chou, you are here too, haha, but are you my match?"

Soon there’s a continuous roar, two experts already clashing in the sky.

In an instant, thunder and lightning-like, the ground trembled.

Even in this world-ending storm, the flute sound weeped incessantly, never stopping.

"It’s the Demon Sect’s protector Heavenly King Flute!"

Fang Che’s heart sank.

Ranked eighth on the Cloud Weapon List, Great Demon Heavenly King Flute.

A flute and sword solitary, come and go alone; the mortal world owes me seven points of intent, I owe the Netherworld ten billion lives!