1302 The Nether Puppeteer Patriarch! (1/2)
Ying Long glanced at the shattered ground. The whole ground was deeply caved in. The rubble rolled, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose into the sky.
The Demon Passes were set up right under the Nether King Palace. Now, as Er Ha broke through the passes and rushed out, the ground naturally collapsed. In fact, he could also choose to come out in a more gentle way.
Holding the Hollow Eye Staff, Ying Long hunched his back and paced among the ruins with his hand behind him. His white hair was waving in the wind.
Feeling that the repressed power in the Demon Passes had disappeared a lot, a faint smile appeared on his face.
”My lord Tian Cang… Little Nether King is finally grown up.” His faint voice rang through the air.
He didn't stop the Nether King from leaving. He once said that if Er Ha could pass the fifteenth level, he would leave him alone. Now that Er Ha had done it, it was only natural that he would keep his promise.
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Meanwhile, in Sacred Puppet City. The huge palm that appeared in the sky shocked everyone and made them gasp. The people who had fled when the Sword Pot exploded all turned around after it was contained by the Great Saint, looking at the figure shining like the sun in the sky.
If was the Great Saint who guarded the Sacred Puppet City, and he finally got his hands on Bu Fang.
Bu Fang was only a One-revolution Little Saint. How could he fend off an attack from a Great Saint? It was clear that the Great Saint was going to kill him.
Many people took deep breaths and felt sorry for him. They all felt that the Great Saint was targeting Bu Fang. Previously, when the Black Temple assassin tried to kill him, none of the Nether Puppeteer Clan's experts showed up. Now, as he showed a formidable trick, he was immediately attacked by a Great Saint.
It was too unfair for Bu Fang, and many people felt the same way. Of course, the people of Nether Prison didn't think so. In today's match, Bu Fang had caused them great losses, so when they saw that he was about to be killed by the Great Saint, they all couldn't help cheering excitedly.
The Great Saint's palm was extremely horrible. Smoke and dust covered the sky, and the air rang with a deafening rumble.
Bu Fang's face was grave as he looked at the palm that blotted out the sky. It was the palm of a real Great Saint, not an attack from a distance nor an attack from a clone. It was a palm strike that was thrown at him by a real Great Saint at close range, so its power must be extremely horrible!
No one was optimistic about Bu Fang's fate. How could he survive the attack of a Great Saint?
'But… this guy will soon turn into a puddle of meat under my lord's palm. Although my lord said that he would not pursue the matter anymore if this little chef could survive his attack, it was impossible for a One-revolution Little Saint to survive that! This little chef will surely die!'
The look in the Great Saint's eyes was indifferent as his palm fell from the sky and kept pressing down toward Bu Fang.
'The fact that this little chef is being pursued by the Black Temple proves that he is extraordinary. In this case, I will kill him,” thought the Great Saint.
Bu Fang's energy was surging, while the Artifact Spirits in his spirit sea were roaring wildly. The horrible pressure made his hair wave violently, and the tips of his hair even sparkled. He raised his head and stared at the huge palm in the sky.
Suddenly, the Great Saint's eyes narrowed slightly and looked doubtfully at Bu Fang's side. The next moment, the void there was torn apart. Then, with a buzzing sound, a terrible aura kept pouring out of it.
”Bu Fang, young man… If you give me ten spicy strips, I'll help you block this palm. What do you think?” A lazy and familiar voice rang out.
Bu Fang was slightly taken aback. He turned his head, looked to his side, and saw two figures emerge from the rift in the void.
Lord Dog walked slowly with his enchanting cat-like steps, his fat quivering slightly. The other figure was a handsome young man with an easy-going look. His shirt was open at his chest, and his aura was like that of a savage ancient monster. The wind ruffled his hair as monstrous Nether energy exuded from his body.
Looking at the familiar figure, Bu Fang said in surprise, ”Nether King Er Ha?”
The young man was the Nether King, whom he had not seen for a long time.
'Has he gone through the Demon Passes? His aura and strength are much stronger now…'
Nether King Er Ha appeared at Bu Fang's side. When he sensed the Little Saint aura from Bu Fang, his face was covered with a look of surprise. ”Young man, you're really making rapid progress… Fortunately, I am gifted and can rely on my father, or else you would have caught up to me!”
A rumbling sound rang out as the Great Saint's palm came smashing down. It seems that now was not the time to catch up with one another.
Lord Dog yawned, lifted a paw, and was about to throw it at the palm when he was stopped by Nether King Er Ha.
”Well, since I've just returned, I'll let Bu Fang young man experience my strength!” Er Ha grinned. ”This is a free service, so you don't have to pay me with spicy strips!” he said, his voice full of excitement. Then, he turned and raised his voice. ”Nether King Armor!”
As his voice rang out, a plume of energy soared into the sky. The next moment, a cold, black suit of armor appeared and wrapped him up with a clanging sound. Brilliant light swirled across its surface, and two sharp black horns could be seen stretching out from the top of the helmet, while a pair of wings unfolded behind him. At this moment, his body became huge, and his appearance was cool.
Nether King Er Ha's eyes became focused. Then, he raised his hand and threw a punch with infinite Nether energy at the palm falling from the sky. At the same time, a huge ghost king appeared behind him, roaring wildly.
The fist collided with the palm. A terrible explosion echoed out, while powerful blasts swept across the city.
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed. Feeling the collision of two mighty forces, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Lord Dog gave Nether King Er Ha a look of surprise. 'I didn't expect this boy to be so strong after going through fifteen Demon Passes… Looks like Tian Cang left him something great. Er Ha has a good father…'
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The astonishing explosion shocked the whole Sacred Puppet City, and the pressure in the air made many people lie prone on the ground, trembling. This was the power of Great Saints!
With his puppet on his back, Lu Ban walked out of his room with a serious look.
Inside the inn, Ba Juetian leaned back in a chair, his face grave.
The void twisted as a lithe and graceful figure covered by dazzling light slowly emerged.
”The clash of Great Saints?”
All three of them muttered to themselves at the same time.
Meanwhile, the eyes of the Great Saint standing in the sky became a little more focused. ”What a familiar aura…” When the smoke cleared, his eyes fell from the sky like a sword, and he finally saw the figure clearly.
Nether King Er Ha, clad in the Nether King Armor, folded his arms over his chest with a wicked smile on his lips. His aura was surging, and he was in high spirits.
Looking at Er Ha, the Great Saint was dazed for a moment. He seemed to see the peerless expert who had once fought against nine fearsome opponents alone.
”Earth Prison's… Nether King? The Nether King of Earth Prison… has returned?”
Nether King Er Ha's wings flapped, and he immediately turned into a black beam of light, shooting up to the sky.