1152 Looks Like Lord Dog Needs to Ask for a Favor (1/2)

Bu Fang furrowed his brows.

Had the Nether Prison experts actually infiltrated this far?

God Vanishing Mountain was a forbidden land of Earth Prison, but it seemed to have become the Nether Prison's backyard, turning it into a place where they could come and go as they wished.

According to the two experts that had been hit by Foxy's energy cannon, they must have been ordered by some peak existences of Nether Prison. Perhaps those said experts were still here in God Vanishing Mountain, hiding and observing.

Or maybe… the entire God Vanishing Mountain had become a trial ground for the Nether Prison experts.

To Bu Fang, this was not good news. It was likely that his mission to obtain the Spring of Life had become more and more difficult.

Moreover, he held some suspicions. No matter if it was invading the Immortal Cooking Realm or the trial in God Vanishing Mountain… Nether Prison had become more and more active. He did not know if they were always this active recently.

Of course, Bu Fang did not mind. There was still an unparalleled existence sleeping in God Vanishing Mountain, so he would leave this difficult problem for that powerful one to solve.

Hence, when it came to the safety of God Vanishing Mountain, Bu Fang needed to worry about it.

Boom! Boom!

Foxy ate two Bursting Pissing Meatballs and spat out two cannon-like energies, causing the two Nether Prison experts to be hit before they could react.

The explosion occurred in the air, and the firelight swallowed everything.

A powerful gale spread out, forming violent waves.

The might of this explosion was many times stronger than the Bursting Pissing Meatball.

Swish.

The seven-colored pool had ripples stirred up by the gale.

Rubbing Foxy's head, Bu Fang was a little surprised. This small white fox could eat Bursting Pissing Meatballs and spit it out… It was indeed not ordinary.

Rip.

A sharp sword energy ripped the void apart, letting out a whistle as if it darted across the air.

Bu Fang raised his head to look at the sky. There, the smoke from the explosion had scattered, revealing two figures.

With their hair fluttering in the wind, their figures cut a sorry sight.

The two Nether Prison experts' gazes became fierce. From how they saw it, Bu Fang's cultivation was merely at Three-star True Immortal Realm, so this level of cultivation to them was no different from an ant.

But…

They had ended up in this state because the Heavenly Star Arctic Fox had spat out two energy balls?

According to records, the Heavenly Star Arctic Fox should not have any killing power!

But why…

This made the two Nether Prison experts confused.

The two people were a little dazed. The might of those energy balls was very frightening, and they had fallen for it.

Luckily, they had blocked the attack that was out of their expectations. After this, they would not let themselves suffer from such moves.

A true powerful swordsman would never make the same mistake twice!

The Nether Prison expert that had pulled out a long sword from his throat suddenly released a column of pitch-black energy, forming into a smoke pillar that rose up to the sky.

In the next instant, his feet stepped in the air as he burst forward.

A pitch-black sword light suddenly sliced out, as if splitting heaven and earth to form a black line that aimed at Bu Fang's head.

The swishing sword energy stirred up a violent gale.

Foxy's entire fur stood up.

Bu Fang's brows furrowed as the Vermillion Robe on his body flapped wildly. Looking at the sword light continuously closing in, he gently spat out a breath.

His hand shook, and a Bursting Pissing Meatball appeared. Then, he stuffed the golden meatball into Foxy's mouth.

Bu Fang raised his head as he looked at the sword light coming at him.

”You're not escaping?! You really want to die right now!” That Nether Prison expert coldly laughed.

This ant was probably shocked silly by his sword energy...

Since that was the case, he would let him feel death.

As if smashing down from the arc of the sky, the sword energy accelerated, rumbling loudly as it plunged down.

The fur on Foxy's body seemed ready to explode. But since Bu Fang fed it another Bursting Pissing Meatball, it blinked its small eyes before swallowing the deadly delicacy.

In front of crisis and food, it… chose food.

A bird cry rang out as the red-and-white Vermillion Robe turned scarlet-red, as if it was a scorching sun.

The flaming wings behind his back spread out, dispersing blazing feathers.

”Hm?”

That Nether Prison expert gave a faint 'yi.' He did not think that Bu Fang actually wanted to take it on?

”You think you can block it? You're just a Three-star True Immortal Realm ant!”

A ripping howl rang out. That sound closed in along with the sword light, as if it had just appeared beside Bu Fang's ears.

The sword light in front of him had a piercing feeling, making Bu Fang feel a chill on his face.

However, he did not mind it. Looking at that roaring man, he slowly raised one hand while the other rubbed Foxy's head.

With a gulping sound, Foxy swallowed the Bursting Pissing Meatball before it burped.

Boom!

A huge blast rang out as the sword light slashed down, accompanied by this Nether Prison expert's laughter.

”I'm a talented disciple of Nether Prison's Sword Demon Heirs of Heaven. Even a half-step Sacred Realm expert would not dare to take my blade, so where did your courage come from, a mere Three-star True Immortal Realm ant?”

Disdain and a surging killing intent spilled out, wanting to utterly rip Bu Fang apart. It was as if a raging wave of the ocean had instantly crashed down.

And Bu Fang…

Without a change in his face, he raised only a palm.

That palm was dazzling, and his fingers were slender. Just like this, he met that sword light.

In the next instant...

The wind stilled.

The flaming wings behind his Vermillion Robe slightly flapped as fiery feathers scattered.

Bu Fang slightly raised his head and expressionlessly looked at the Nether Prison expert in front of him.

The long sword was caught in his hand, unable to move an inch.

The Nether Prison expert's eyes slightly shrank, looking shocked for a while.

His blade... held incomparable terror. It should be able to kill this ant!

But…

What had happened?!

His blade had been easily blocked?

Could it be… that this guy in front was a wolf in sheep's clothing?

His eyes narrowed as his gaze locked onto Bu Fang, noticing that the latter was looking at him expressionlessly.