Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The three cats stood still again, forming a triangle and surrounding the flute player in the middle, their eyes full of vigilance and unwillingness.

Iron Claw Wuneng spat and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Hmph, all you can do is play that broken flute. Without it, what else can you do? You might not even be able to beat a mouse!"

"..."

When the flute master heard this, the muscles on his face instantly twisted, and his features became ferocious with anger. He stared at the Iron Claw Five Powers viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive:

"You ignorant bastard! Believe it or not, I will use this 'broken flute' to tear your head off right now!"

When he thought about how he had been beaten half to death by Mo Yun, the memory of humiliation came flooding back like a tide, and a trace of imperceptible fear and madness flashed in the flute master's eyes.

The cold-blooded Er Niang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and snorted coldly:

"What a pretense! You're just using the power of the flute to create mystery. You created these illusions and trapped everyone here, just to get a glimpse of the body sect's rhythmic power so you can figure out how to use the flute more smoothly and satisfy your pathetic ambitions!"

Upon hearing this, the flute master turned his head abruptly, veins popping out of his neck, and roared at the cold-blooded Second Lady:

"Shut up! What do you know? That stinky girl from the Shen Sect, and her damned Mo Yun... Today, I will definitely find a way to break through you and avenge my previous shame!"

"Humph……"

Wu Xin Yi Qing frowned slightly, stared at the flute player with a sharp gaze, and added:

"You're willing to do anything to achieve your goals. Your actions today are truly despicable. Relying on external forces to satisfy your greed for power, do you really think you're powerful?"

The flute master was completely enraged by this mockery. His face flushed purple, and his hands trembled violently with anger. He swung the flute in his hand violently, emitting a sharp and piercing high note. The sound waves flew towards the three cats like sharp blades:

"Then let me show you how strong this external force is! Die!"

Iron Claw Five was not afraid at all, wielding their three-toothed rakes and charging forward, shattering the sonic waves one by one, each strike carrying immense force.

"I want to see which is stronger, your sonic waves or my rake!"

However, the sound waves produced by the flute player became more and more intensive, and Iron Claw Five gradually became unable to withstand it. Several more cuts on his body were caused by the sound waves, and blood was flowing.

"..."

The cold-blooded Er Niang took advantage of the moment when the flute player was taking a breath and stabbed out with her spear like a poisonous snake emerging from a hole.

The flute player dodged easily with a flash of his body, and at the same time, he blew out a sound wave that shook the spear off its direction.

"With this little speed, you think you can hurt me? You're a bunch of rubbish! No one will leave alive today!"

The flute player laughed hysterically, and the ferocity on his face became more and more terrifying.

Wu Xin Yi Qing saw this and quickly waved his sword, sending purple sword energy crisscrossing in an attempt to disrupt the flute player's rhythm.

"Don't be complacent, the outcome is still uncertain!"

He displayed the exquisite moves of Du Zong's sword technique, with heavy sword shadows, forcing the flute master to retreat repeatedly.

"Whoo~"

The flute player steadied himself, took a deep breath, and the sound of his flute became increasingly eerie.

The space around them seemed to be distorted. The three cats felt their bodies getting heavier and heavier, and their movements became slower.

"This is what happens when you provoke me. Submit to me under the power of my sonic waves!"

The flute player laughed wildly, his eyes full of madness. The laughter echoed in the silent valley, which was creepy.

But the three cats did not give in.

"Roar……"

Iron Claw Wuneng roared, bursting out with all his strength, dancing the rake into a curtain of light, forcibly breaking through the suppression of the sound waves, and rushing towards the flute player.

"..."

Lengxue Erniang and Wuxin Yiqing also cooperated with each other, one attacked from the left and the other attacked from the right, trying to find the flaw of the flute master.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Both sides tried their best and neither was willing to give in. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a suffocating tension.

"Bang bang bang-"

The battle became more and more intense, and the valley was filled with a strong smell of blood. The roar of sound waves, sword energy, spears and rakes colliding was endless.

Iron Claw Wuneng was covered in wounds, but he still wielded his three-toothed rake, each attack carrying a desperate momentum;

The cold-blooded Er Niang's eyes were determined, she watched every flaw of the flute master and attacked fiercely with her spear.

Wuxin Yiqing used exquisite sword skills to maneuver in the gaps of the sound waves, with purple sword energy running rampant.

"Stay here!"

The flute player had a ferocious look on his face as he played the flute madly. The sound waves were like surging tides, one after another, and he was determined to crush the three cats completely.

At this moment, two dark shadows appeared at the edge of the battlefield like ghosts.

The people who came were Huan Ye and Wu Qing. They exuded a powerful aura comparable to that of the flute master. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be frozen.

"Stop it all!"

Huan Ye's voice was icy cold, like the cold wind in the cold night, and it instantly reached everyone's ears.

But everyone was so immersed in the battle that they were blinded by rage and no one paid any attention to them for a while.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Wuqing's eyes flashed with displeasure. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and an invisible force spread out instantly.

This force was like an invisible wall, forcibly separating the two fighting parties.

"!"

The Iron Claw's five-powered rake was blocked by this force and suddenly froze, causing the cat to almost fall forward.

The cold-blooded Er Niang's spear was also fixed in the air, unable to move;

Wu Xin Yi Qing's sword energy dissipated instantly under the suppression of this force;

"hateful!"

The sound waves produced by the flute player were also bounced back, causing his blood to boil.

"Uh--"

Tiezhua Wuneng was breathing heavily and was about to roar angrily, but when he saw who was coming, he swallowed the words back in an instant.

Lengxue Erniang and Wuxin Yiqing also looked stern. They both knew that the two people in front of them were of the same level as their own sect leader.

Wu Xin Yi Qing quickly put away his sword, bowed respectfully, and said:

"So it's Lord Huanye and Lord Wuqing. My apologies."

"grown ups……"

Although the cold-blooded Er Niang was unwilling, she put down her spear and bowed slightly.

Tiezhua Wuneng scratched his head and stood aside reluctantly.

The flute master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly.

"What are you two doing here?"

Huan Ye glanced at him coldly.

"Flute Master, what are you doing? Are you trying to destroy the entire valley by making such a fuss?"

The flute master retorted with an impatient look on his face:

"They are so shameless that they dare to provoke me. I will definitely teach them a lesson."

The cold-blooded Er Niang couldn't help but speak out:

"It was you who spoke rudely first, humiliating our Du Zong and even trying to spy on our Shen Zong Yunli. We are just asking for justice!"

Wuqing frowned and said in a low voice:

"Enough! We don't have time to listen to you quarreling here. We are passing by here on the orders of Lord An and are on our way to Da Zong. We don't want to see you killing each other here. Stop and come with us. Don't miss the important event."

Wu Xin Yi Qing nodded slightly.

"Since it is Lord An's order, we shall obey. But the Du Zong will not let go of what happened to the flute master today."

After saying this, he looked at the flute player with a sharp gaze, his eyes full of warning.

Iron Claw Five could mutter softly:

"Hmph, I'll let you go this time."

The flute master had a gloomy expression. Although he was extremely unwilling, he also knew that he could not continue to pester the opponent at this moment.

He put away his flute and glared at the three cats fiercely:

"We'll settle this account later!"