Monarch Night

Duan Xiyang looked shocked, then furrowed his brow tightly.

His eyes turned toward the Heavenly King Flute, and suddenly, a wave of killing aura began to swirl through the office.

There came a unique momentum belonging to the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear, starting to circle and surge.

What the hell... did I save the wrong person?

How did I end up saving this bastard?

The Heavenly King Flute also sensed something was wrong, breaking out in a cold sweat, he immediately took out the Communication Jade to communicate with the Five Spirits Gu.

He found Yan Nan’s message: "Vice Sect Master, take a look."

Yan Nan glanced down, seeing a glaring command above.

"You’re still in Donghu State?"

"Find a way, eliminate a key Guardian figure!"

The Heavenly King Flute pointed at the words: "Vice Sect Master, this..."

Yan Nan’s seven orifices began to steam, puffing out furiously like a locomotive, truly infuriated: "Ning Zai Fei, find these words: Fang Tu in this sentence for me to see!"

"...??!!"

The Heavenly King Flute was utterly dumbstruck.

How am I supposed to find that?

Yan Nan felt his heart was about to explode, lowering his voice in angry roar: "I said a key Guardian figure! Think with your pea-sized brain, is Fang Tu a Guardian?"

Ning Zai Fei looked bewildered: "Fang Tu... isn’t he a Guardian?"

Yan Nan’s temple throbbed violently: "Are you dumb? Fang Tu belongs to the Guardians, right? You’ve been a demon for so many years; don’t tell me you can’t tell the six characters for Guardian and Defender apart?!"

The Heavenly King Flute stared with wide eyes: "..."

It was then.

Duan Xiyang coldly asked from the side: "Well, since you acted, is Fang Tu dead?"

The Heavenly King Flute dazedly replied: "Either way, I feel he probably can’t survive, at least three thousand strands of Sword Qi landed on him..."

"I’ve had it with you, you son of a bitch!"

Bang!

Duan Xiyang yelled, and without warning, thrust his spear out.

The Heavenly King Flute was caught completely off guard.

Still wearing a look of confusion, his entire body got penetrated by Duan Xiyang’s spear.

It went through his abdomen, the spear tip emerged bloodily from his back.

Duan Xiyang let out a furious grunt, ready to unleash Spiritual Energy, intending to shatter this bastard into pieces!

I damn well... I damn well shouldn’t have saved him!

"Wait!"

Yan Nan grabbed the White Bone Spear shaft.

Although he was also angered to the extreme, as Vice Sect Master, if Fang Che was indeed dead, then the Heavenly King Flute mustn’t die either!

Lost a top-tier mole, do we still have to lose a top-tier expert too!?

Duan Xiyang gritted his teeth, turning to look icily at Yan Nan, asking: "Why keep him alive?!"

"Then do you kill off the entire Wei Wo Zheng Sect?!"

Yan Nan boiled over with rage!

At that moment, he could barely speak coherently: "Pull it out!"

"Can’t pull it out!"

"For Heaven’s sake! Surely the spear... can’t grow stuck to him, right!?"

Yan Nan’s anger peaked.

Frankly speaking, the one who wanted to slap the Heavenly King Flute to death the most was now Yan Nan!

He never dreamed that his seamless plan, which even fooled Dongfang Sansan round and round, would be wrecked in such a childish manner by his own people!

At this moment, he even saw starbursts in front of his eyes, dizzy with confusion.

His temples kept throbbing incessantly, yet there was no sign of stopping.

Even his heart seemed about to burst.

But now, incredibly, he still had to first soothe Duan Xiyang’s wrath—this Vice Sect Master sure as hell isn’t easy to be!

The Heavenly King Flute was already out of his wits.

With a spear piercing through his body, his confusion remained unbroken.

He hung his head low, staring with bewildered eyes at the White Bone Spear shaft embedded in his stomach, mumbling: "Why? Why is this happening? For what reason?"