Chapter 1301 - A Palm Strike From the Great Saint, the Nether King Leaves the Seclusion

Chapter 1301 A Palm Strike From the Great Saint, the Nether King Leaves the Seclusion

“This is a Death Food Tool called… the Crazy Sword Pot.”Bu Fang’s faint voice resounded through the sky and swept across the city in an instant. Everyone woke up at the sound.

The Black Temple assassin didn’t expect that Bu Fang would strike back.

‘What will this One-revolution Little Saint use to fight back?’

The gap between a One-revolution Little Saint and a Nine-revolution Little Saint was huge. This was also why he was overjoyed when he guessed that the Sacred Puppet City experts would not show up—that would give him enough time to kill this little chef.

An earthy-yellow clay pot was suspended in Bu Fang’s hand. Its lid was lifted, and out came the fragrance and the heat, as well as bright, dazzling light. In the night sky, the pot seemed as bright as a diamond.

With a buzzing sound, an invisible wave spread from the pot. The terrible power made everyone present feel their hearts tremble. It was as if something terrible was about to be released.

The moment Bu Fang took out the Sword Pot, Zhang Qiubai’s skin was crawling with goosebumps, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. He took a deep breath. He could feel the sword will from the pot. It was not strong, not even as strong as his, but there were too many of them, so many that it was as if they could destroy the whole world. It was very scary.

In front of them, he felt that his sword will was like a wisp of spray in the vast sea. It was a very incredible feeling! This was the first time Zhang Qiubai had felt that way. Facing the clay pot, he felt as if he were facing the patriarch of his clan.

The patriarch of the Sword Demon Clan was a Great Saint! He became a Great Saint with his sword will and was called the real Sword Demon. Even the Great Saints of the other clans did not dare confront his sharpness!

That made Zhang Qiubai’s hair stand on end. He couldn’t believe he had felt that from a One-revolution Little Saint.

“What trick is that?!”

“It’s horrible! It feels like facing the Great Saint of my clan!”

“Heaven… Has this guy been hiding his strength all along?”

Lu Yu and the others were already struck dumb. They were not stupid. Feeling that even the air had become sharp, they knew how terrible Bu Fang’s trick was this time!

The Black Temple expert’s eyes went wide with horror at this moment. Upon sensing the power of the Sword Pot, he turned and fled without another word. He was decisive because he sensed death from it.

In the sky, the Sacred Puppet City’s Nine-revolution Little Saint shot out at full speed and hovered in front of Bu Fang, his face very serious. Staring at Bu Fang, he raised his hand and said coldly, “Stop it!” The way he looked at Bu Fang was already hostile.

“Did you enjoy the show? Can’t sit still now?” Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and gave the guy a sarcastic look. His tone was full of undisguised disdain. “Despite the loud noise of the battle, you didn’t show up, and now you suddenly appear to stop me… Do you really take me for an easy target to bully?”

“I was on my way…” The Nine-revolution Little Saint looked at Bu Fang’s Sword Pot with dread and did not dare to be too provocative, for fear that he would suddenly throw it out.

Bu Fang’s eyes narrowed slightly. After hearing the Little Saint’s words, he became even more contemptuous of him. He raised his head, looked up into the sky, and met with the eyes of a supreme existence. He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. The next moment, he fixed his eyes on the Black Temple assassin who was fleeing in panic.

With a light flick of his finger, the earthy-yellow Sword Pot immediately shot out, turned into a light beam, and flew toward the assassin.

How strong was the Crazy Sword Pot? Bu Fang had long wanted to witness it.

This Little Saint of Sacred Puppet City wanted to see him killed, but when he took out the Sword Pot, he appeared at once to stop him. Did they really think that he had no temper?

The Black Temple assassin felt pins and needles on his scalp. He was flying fast, but the Sword Pot was even faster, and it had already targeted him. His mind was trembling. He tore open the void and jumped into it, as if he had entered another dimension. He was trying to avoid the Sword Pot. However, even though he was hiding in another space, his scalp was still tingling. The feeling made his hair stand on end. It was as if a sense of death hung over his heart.

“Dammit!” Even his lips were trembling.

The Nine-revolution Little Saint’s eyes were very cold. “You’re courting death! Sacred Puppet City is not a place where you can be so presumptuous!” he cried out fiercely.

Suddenly, a powerful divine will spread out of him, then with a clicking sound, a Sacred Nether Puppet appeared behind him. It was very huge, emanating an extremely powerful pressure.

“Stop it for me! I don’t believe that the trick of a mere One-revolution Little Saint can be too powerful!”

With the Little Saint’s roar, the huge puppet’s eyes burst into light. Then, it raised its steel arm and slapped at the Sword Pot, intending to smash it with a slap.

However, the puppet’s slap only made the Sword Pot tremble slightly and gave off a creaking sound. It was still intact.

One, two, three… Countless sword beams gradually bloomed around the Sword Pot, spinning with terrible cutting force.

With a clanging sound, the puppet’s arms were cut into pieces!

The destructive clay pot didn’t lose its momentum, and it rushed forward at full speed, immediately blowing a big hole in the puppet’s chest, in which hung a bright blue puppet’s heart.

The Nine-revolution Little Saint’s heart gave a jolt. He couldn’t believe that his Sacred Nether Puppet couldn’t resist the clay pot for even a second! As if he had seen a ghost, he began to tremble. He was so scared that he flew away immediately, not daring to fight the clay pot again.

With a rumble, the huge puppet fell to the ground. The flaming wings behind Bu Fang flapped slowly, then he flew out and hovered in front of the puppet. There was a gleam of joy in his eyes as he looked at it.

‘At last, I’ve found a Sacred Nether Puppet’s heart…’

He talked to the System in his mind. After that, he raised his hand. In his palm, there was a silver ball that looked like a drop of water. It was Whitey’s source. With a buzzing sound, it changed shape in his palm. The next moment, it suddenly shot out and attached to the puppet’s heart like a cat seeing a fish. In the blink of an eye, it had completely wrapped around the heart.

In the distance, the Little Saint could no longer pay attention to his Sacred Nether Puppet. He just wanted to run for his life.

Meanwhile, the destructive Sword Pot continued flying at full speed toward the Black Temple assassin. It went faster and faster, and at last, it came nearer to its target.

Looking at the approaching clay pot, the assassin’s face contorted with madness. He summoned all the energy in him, turned them into a powerful strike, and blasted it at the pot, intending to blow it apart.

The Sword Pot did explode, but unfortunately, it wasn’t because of his strike.

With a rumble, the Crazy Sword Pot exploded not far from the assassin. It was so bright and dazzling that it looked like a burning sun in the night sky, illuminating all of Sacred Puppet City. The blinding light made everyone look up with a blank face.

One, two, three… Thousands of sword wills swept across the air, which looked as if ten thousand swords had returned to their home. For a moment, the sky was blotted out by swords that kept flying back and forth. Soon, they formed a huge ball and wrapped the Black Temple assassin in it.

Before the assassin could even speak, he was slashed bloody by the terrible sword wills and died on the spot.

All those who saw this scene gasped.

Zhang Qiubai shuddered. Without hesitation, he turned and flew away, for he felt that the Sword Pot’s energy was still spreading.

Lu Yu and the others were all fleeing crazily as well. In a moment, they had flown far away from the scene.

Even then, the ball, which had been hatching for a long time and was filled with sword will, burst apart. Thousands of sword wills spread in all directions like threads as if to cut everything apart!

Bu Fang’s expression changed slightly when he glanced at the terrible attack that came like a wave. Even he couldn’t resist the power of the Sword Pot. Just as he was about to take refuge in the Heaven and Earth Farmland, the silver liquid wrapped around the puppet’s heart suddenly moved. It floated in front of Bu Fang and turned into a huge silver wall to block the bombardment of the sword wills.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One sword will after another crashed into it, covering the wall with nasty-looking sword marks.

All of a sudden, a mighty wave of pressure came falling from the sky. The next moment, a figure descended, stepping through the air. There was a small world floating over his head, and a vague Will of the Great Path could be seen swirling above the small world. As soon as the figure appeared, he unleashed his aura and spread his palm, which grew larger and larger and eventually enveloped the whole Sacred Puppet City.

The Great Saint of Sacred Puppet City had shown up.

The sword wills kept cutting the palm, filling the air with clanging sounds. Naturally, he would not allow such a destructive means to explode in the city.

After a long time, the power of the Sword Pot finally disappeared.

The Great Saint’s palm was already covered with sword marks. He withdrew his palm and looked directly at Bu Fang with indifferent eyes.

‘Such means is already strong enough to threaten a Great Saint… Why does a mere One-revolution Little Saint have such strength? If this trick can be used by Nether Prison…’

At this moment, Whitey, who had turned into a silver wall, restored to its original form and stood in front of Bu Fang. Round, chubby, and with blue mechanical eyes, it was still the same Whitey Bu Fang had always known, but he felt it was a little different.

“Oh? A puppet?” The Great Saint’s eyes fell on Whitey. His eyes narrowed slightly and flashed with surprise.

Whitey looked like a Sacred Nether Puppet, but it seemed more exquisite. However, it only slightly caught the Great Saint’s eye. A Sacred Nether Puppet who didn’t reach the level of Great Saint was not worthy of his attention.

After the storm generated by the Sword Pot was dealt with, the Great Saint turned his eyes back to Bu Fang.

Whitey hovered beside Bu Fang, lifted its big palm, and touched its bald head, while Bu Fang was squinting at the Great Saint in the sky.

“Sacred Puppet City is the major city of the Nether Puppeteer Clan. You will be punished for using a destructive move here. I’ll throw a palm at you, and if you survive it, I’ll spare your life.” The Great Saint looked at Bu Fang with indifferent eyes. The way he looked at him was as if he was looking at a worm.

The next moment, a rumbling sound suddenly rang out, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was summoned. The Great Saint slowly raised a hand and threw it at Bu Fang. At the same time, vast energy gathered and turned into a huge palm in the sky. It contained horrible pressure and the aura of death that sent shudders into one’s heart.

With just one palm, the Great Saint completely compressed the space around Bu Fang.

Bu Fang hovered in midair, staring at the Great Saint. In his spirit sea, the four Artifact Spirits roared at the same time. Even the lazy Black Turtle opened his eyes.

At this moment, it seemed that death was really coming.

…

In the Nether King Palace of Earth Prison…

A rumbling sound rang through the air as the ground under the palace collapsed. The next moment, thousands of torrents surged up.

Lord Dog, who was lying on the ground, squinted at the scene. Suddenly, he raised his head, and his eyes became very sharp.

“Those Nether Prison old codgers attacked Bu Fang boy? Have they been so shameless?!”

He threw his head back and let out a deafening bark. The void suddenly tore into a huge crack, and he stepped into it with his elegant cat-like steps.

Even then, a wild laugh burst out from the shattered ground of the palace.

“Mangy dog, wait for me!”

The next moment, a shadow shot through the void and rushed into the crack before it closed up completely.

Ying Long grabbed the Hollow Eye Staff and looked stunned.

“His Highness had just passed the Demon Passes, and he’s gone to play with that mangy dog?”