Gray-green-haired Bu Fang yawned, and tears were welling in his eyes. After being possessed by the Black Turtle, his defense was unbreakable, so he had no trouble protecting the Black Temple. With eyes half-opened, he curled up in a chair, too lazy to even move.
In the sky, the Nether King Halberd was caught by the puppet. Made with Nether King Tian Cang’s body, this Heavenly Nether Puppet was extremely formidable. Even if an expert died, his flesh would still be very strong, and Tian Cang was a good example.
There was a hint of confusion on Tian Cang’s face as he looked at the halberd, but he regained his cold look in the next instant.
At this moment, Er Ha arrived. As he looked at the puppet’s face, the corners of his mouth kept twitching. “Dad, it’s me!” he shouted. However, what answered him was the puppet’s cold glance.
The halberd was flung back by the puppet. It flew whistling through the air, shattering the void, and in a flash, it was in front of Er Ha. He raised a hand and grabbed the halberd, but a great force pushed him back several steps in midair. The puppet’s strength was incredible, seemingly stronger than even a Perfected Great Saint. With Er Ha’s cultivation base, he could not defeat him.
A clattering sound rang out as the ground moved. Yellow Spring Great Sage walked out of the ruin with his shining bald head and an incredulous look. He never thought that this Heavenly Nether Puppet would be so strong. ‘He’s indeed the man who had once attacked Nether Prison…Although he has become a puppet now, he’s still so fearsome…’ Touching his bald head, Yellow Spring Great Sage sighed. Then, he kicked the ground and shot himself into the sky like a cannonball.
Jets of air burst out from the puppet’s back and pushed him toward Er Ha with mighty pressure.
Buzz…
Even as he drew nearer, he raised a hand. The metal plate on his arm lifted, and the muzzle under it began to flash with a scarlet light as energy gathered. The next moment, an energy beam shot toward Er Ha.
Er Ha was a little dazed at the moment, and he didn’t seem to know how to avoid the energy beam, which contained terrible destructive force.
Boom!
Suddenly, Yellow Spring Great Sage came to his side and threw a punch at the energy beam. A deafening explosion erupted as the fist struck the beam, causing its energy to spill in all directions.
The energy beam had disappeared. Breathing heavily, Yellow Spring Great Sage brought his hand up, and a look of disbelief came over his face when he saw his fist had turned red. The power of the energy beam was too scary! It actually contained the Will of the Great Path that had been compressed!
The metal plate retracted as the Heavenly Nether Puppet twisted his neck. A terrible, oppressive aura spread from him.
In the distance, Sword Demon Patriarch was laughing excitedly. He thought the scene was so amusing. ‘Nether Puppeteer is really nasty. I can’t believe he managed to restore Tian Cang’s body and even made it into a puppet, turning the invincible existence who once attacked Nether Prison into Earth Prison’s nightmare… Yellow Spring Great Sage can never defeat this Heavenly Nether Puppet because it’s even stronger than Tyrant Patriarch…’ Sword Demon Patriarch could hardly contain his excitement.
Yellow Spring Great Sage waved his fist to cool it down. The next moment, a sharp whistle broke out, then the Heavenly Nether Puppet appeared at his side, throwing a punch at him. The oppressive sound made by the fist as it punched through the air instantly widened his eyes.
The two of them began to fight again in midair. The puppet attacked faster and faster, and Yellow Spring Great Sage was having a hard time catching up with him.
After being in a daze for a while, Er Ha finally snapped back to his senses. The next moment, a fierce look leaped into his eyes. A Fortune Flatbread appeared in his hand, and in his fury, he hurriedly bit it and swallowed. In an instant, a wisp of fortune gas rushed into his body.
What he hoped to happen did not happen, but his aura began to skyrocket, climbing steadily until it stopped at the level of Eight-revolution Great Saint. He clenched his fists and felt the mighty power in him. With the enhancement of the Nether King Armor, he knew he could fight a Nine-revolution Great Saint now.
Er Ha focused his eyes as a wicked smile brushed his lips. “Dad, I’m sorry… but I have to do this!”
Boom!
He clutched the Nether King Halberd and rushed into the battlefield, fighting the Heavenly Nether Puppet with Yellow Spring Great Sage. The battle turned white-hot in an instant, and a rumbling sound filled the air. Soon, they moved their battle to the battlefield of the stars.
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Meanwhile, in God Vanishing Mountain…
Ice Saint was sitting on a chunk of ice that had not melted for ten thousand years. Suddenly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. There seemed to be a snowstorm howling in her pupils, and a cold look emerged on her stunning face. She rose to her feet, her white dress waving gently in the wind. Then, she pointed the ground with her toe and flew into the sky.
Just as she was leaving the mountain, however, an invisible force stopped her, and that put a frown on her beautiful brows. Despite this, she ignored the invisible force and continued flying away. The familiar aura she sensed in the distance made her heart beat faster and faster.
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All the experts had rushed into the battlefield of the stars, and the ground turned quiet for a moment.
Feeling the bursting energy in him, Sword Demon Patriarch turned and fixed his eyes on the Black Temple. His lips curved upward into an evil smile. With the bald Yellow Spring Great Sage gone, it meant that his opportunity had come. However…
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Bu Fang. Whenever he saw this young man, his heart skipped a beat. After all, this was the guy who killed Tyrant Patriarch. Therefore, he didn’t have absolute confidence even with the help of the Heaven-defying Fortune Wine.
To be sure, Sword Demon Patriarch believed that Bu Fang could not use that level of strength without limitation, for he was just a Nine-revolution Little Saint. If every Nine-revolution Little Saint was so heaven-defying, what was the point of having Great Saints? ‘Even that man could not reach this level when he was a Nine-revolution Little Saint…’ he thought to himself.
The vortex above the Black Temple had begun to spread, growing larger and larger. It was as if a supreme expert was devouring all the surrounding energy. ‘The dog is making a breakthrough… I have to stop him.’ Sword Demon Patriarch focused his eyes as he floated up and hovered in front of the Black Temple.
Buzz…
A sword appeared in front of him. As his divine will spread, it began to split, turning into two swords, then four, then eight… Soon, the whole sky was filled with swords, each pointing at the huge Black Temple down below.
‘As long as the Black Temple is destroyed, that dog’s state of mind will be affected, and he will not be able to break through…’ Sword Demon Patriarch sneered.
Under the control of his divine will, the tens of thousands of swords turned into a river and poured down from the sky, filling the air with a rumbling sound as they went for the Black Temple. Each of the swords possessed a scary destructive force, causing the void to tremble.
“Destroy it for me!” Sword Demon Patriarch growled. The look on his face turned hideous, and all the pent-up anger in him was released at this moment.
Inside the Black Temple, gray-green-haired Bu Fang opened his mouth and yawned once again. If Sword Demon Patriarch hadn’t attacked, he might have fallen asleep.
After drinking the Heaven-defying Fortune Wine, Sword Demon Patriarch’s strength had reached the level of a Perfected Great Saint, and that made him very strong. That was why Bu Fang didn’t dare to be careless even though he was being possessed by the Black Turtle. He lazily produced a flatbread and smacked his lips. “Artifact Spirits’ luck will not be too bad…” he muttered as if to convince himself. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and shoved the flatbread inside, taking his time to chew it.
Many people were extremely anxious as they watched him eat so slowly in the distance. “Mate, can you stop eating like a lady at such an emergency?!” In their eyes, tens of thousands of swords were falling from the sky toward the Black Temple, and it seemed to them that they were about to destroy it in the next instant.
After eating the flatbread, Bu Fang’s eyes were still half-closed, as if he was slightly dazed. Then, they grew wider ever so slightly. Unlike the White Tiger, his cultivation base didn’t soar, but his divine will did become much stronger.
The next moment, a spherical green transparent shield emerged around the Black Temple, looking like a turtle shell.
“Who said Artifact Spirits’ luck is always good?” Gray-green-haired Bu Fang shook his head helplessly. However, he was very philosophical about his bad luck. Perhaps he was the legendary Buddha-like Artifact Spirit as he was very optimistic. Although his strength didn’t improve, his defense had skyrocketed. The fortune gas in the flatbread had all gone to his defense.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The swords began to rain down on the green shield. The air rang with the rumbling sound of explosions, and the turtle shell shook so much that it was as if it was going to crack at any moment. However, it managed to block the bombardment of tens of thousands of swords.
In the sky, Sword Demon Patriarch was somewhat dumbstruck.
Suddenly, the green turtle shell cracked with a small line, which slowly turned into a larger hole and revealed the figure inside the Black Temple.
Bu Fang rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the great hall. Then, his eyes gleamed as if he had thought of something. The next moment, a chubby little fox appeared in his arms.
Foxy blinked. It was obvious that she had grown fatter, and her three tails wagged on her buttocks.
“Little Host said that you’re overeating and need some exercise,” gray-green-haired Bu Fang said as he stroked Foxy’s head. After that, he took out a Fortune Flatbread and gave it to her.
Foxy’s eyes lit up. She took the flatbread with her paws and began eating it. In the blink of an eye, she had finished the whole thing. As she was patting her round belly, the fortune gas exploded in her. Her eyes widened instantly, and her cheeks bulged as if something terrible was brewing inside.
“Ahhh…” Bu Fang yawned again, his eyes half-closed. After that, he stroked Foxy’s head, lifted her, and gave her buttocks a light slap.
“The Little Host said, ‘Fire at will’…”
The moment his voice faded away, Foxy’s eyes shone brilliantly, and her mouth opened abruptly.
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In the battlefield of the stars, Er Ha wielded the Nether King Halberd and fought the Heavenly Nether Puppet with Yellow Spring Great Sage. The puppet didn’t seem to be struggling. He had blocked almost all the attacks from both of them, and his body was still unscathed.
The Heavenly Nether Puppet made with Nether King Tian Cang’s body was indeed formidable.
Suddenly, a shrill whistling sound rang out from down below, and then an indescribably beautiful figure in a white dress emerged. There was a hint of sorrow on her stunning face.
As soon as Ice Saint entered the battlefield of the stars, she saw the three men fighting in the distance. Then, she saw the Heavenly Nether Puppet, which was made with Nether King Tian Cang’s body. Looking at the puppet with cold metal parts all over the body, she realized what had happened in an instant.
Anger was boiling up inside her. It seemed as if a fireball had just exploded in her chest. What Nether Puppeteer Patriarch did had filled her with monstrous killing intent. She knew that her strength might not be strong enough, but she would never allow anyone to humiliate that man like this!
She flipped her palm and produced a steaming Fortune Flatbread. She was willing to turn bald for that man. However, after she ate the flatbread, her hair did not fall. Instead, a terrible aura began to gather behind her back.
[1] Buddha-like: casual; calm; breezy; close to “slacker”; have no desires, no needs, and no expectations; yearns to be free of strong feelings; or not taking anyone or anything too seriously.
