1339 Even Artifact Spirits Cant Stand It Anymore (2/2)

”You're strong with incredible talents… truly worthy to be that man's inheritor. Perhaps your potential is even greater than that man, for when he was at your level, he could never hurt even my hair…” A grim smile brushed Tyrant Patriarch's lips. ”But because of that, you must die!”

All the sword marks on his body, including those larger ones, had completely healed. Looking at his perfect body, Tyrant Patriarch sneered, ”Now it's my turn to attack.” He then raised his head and fixed his eyes at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang's pupils constricted, and his flesh crept. He felt as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. It was an unpleasant feeling.

Rumble!

A golden body flew across the sky and appeared in front of Bu Fang in a flash, exuding an oppressive aura that sent shivers through everyone. With his bulging muscles, Tyrant Patriarch looked like a little giant, and his fists were even larger than Whitey's. Suddenly, he lifted a fist and threw it at Bu Fang. If it hit him, his head would be blown apart instantly.

At this moment, Yellow Spring Great Sage appeared and waved his hand. The water of the Yellow Spring River gathered rapidly in his palm into a spinning vortex. He was going to block the punch.

Bam!

The punch struck the vortex and broke it instantly. Yellow Spring Great Sage's pupils constricted as a great force knocked him flying away like a cannonball, causing him to smash into a meteorite. He opened his mouth and coughed up some blood.

At his full power, Tyrant Patriarch made Yellow Spring Great Sage cough blood with just one blow.

Was this the strength of a Perfected Great Saint?!

Ice Saint and Er Ha narrowed their eyes and were about to move when Tyrant Patriarch turned around and let out a deafening roar like a savage monster.

”GET LOST!”

Er Ha and Ice Saint were in a trance. They felt as if a ferocious beast was roaring at them, while a powerful wave of energy poured over and forced them back several steps.

Even then, a leg lashed out toward Bu Fang's head.

Nethery's black eyes shone with a turquoise light as she rose to her feet on the Netherworld Ship, and her aura began to surge. However, she had just moved when Bu Fang stopped her.

Looking at the terrible and oppressive Tyrant Patriarch, Bu Fang's eyes focused. Tyrant Patriarch was indeed very strong. Since Nether Puppeteer Patriarch and Di Ting Patriarch were stronger, how terrifying were they?

For the first time, Bu Fang felt that the strength of Nether Prison was so strong. Meanwhile, he also had a faint feeling that the Patriarchs of the nine Nether Prison clans had an extremely strong desire to kill him. 'Maybe they have some grudge against the previous host, so they're afraid that I will grow up…'

Bu Fang entered his spirit sea. Inside, nine whirlpools were spinning, while a golden book floated in midair with two golden liquid drops over it. They were the God of Cooking's divine power, which was his reward.

The White Tiger, lying in a corner of the spirit sea, flicked open his eyes. Even the Black Turtle, who was sleeping, looked over suspiciously.

At this moment, the Divine Dragon cried out, ”What a wasteful little host! Are you going to waste the divine power liquid drops again?! Do you know how precious they are?!”

All the Artifact Spirits looked over and fixed their eyes at Bu Fang, who was floating over the golden book.

The White Tiger rose to his feet. Perhaps he couldn't stand it anymore. ”Host… Don't waste the divine power liquid drops. Let me handle this! It's not easy to get the divine power. You have to use it with care.”

Bu Fang paused. He did not expect that the Artifact Spirits would react so violently. He had used a liquid drop to kill the Nine-revolution Great Saint of the Black Temple, Black Demon. Since the enemy this time was stronger, wasn't it normal to use another liquid drop?

”My enemy this time is very likely a Perfected Great Saint…” Bu Fang's face was grim.

However, the White Tiger cocked his head proudly and said, ”A Perfected Great Saint? He's just rubbish to me… Besides, he should be looking forward to seeing me.”

…

In the void, Tyrant Patriarch threw out his palm. The next moment, however, his movement halted abruptly. He saw Bu Fang's eyes change—they became extremely sharp like swords.

Suddenly, Bu Fang's black hair turned white. Then, he raised his chin, produced a Fortune Flatbread, and took a bite off it.

”Tyrant, little boy, I haven't seen you in a long time…”