1301 A Palm Strike From the Great Saint, the Nether King Leaves the Seclusion (2/2)

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?”