1340 Artifact Spirits Luck Will Not Be Too Bad (1/2)

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

The corners of white-haired Bu Fang's mouth curved upward slightly to reveal a wicked smile. Then, he took a bite of the Fortune Flatbread in his hand and began chewing it. The fortune gas rushed into his mouth, turned into a stream of mysterious energy, and poured into his body.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

In a flash, the whole Fortune Flatbread was finished. After swallowing it, white-haired Bu Fang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Tyrant Patriarch's pupils constricted. He stared at Bu Fang, and when he saw those sharp sword pupils, he trembled. ”What did you say?!” he snapped. ”Little boy? No one dares to call me that in the entire Netherworld! You're digging your own grave!”

”You don't seem to recognize me yet… But it doesn't matter. Soon you will know who I am.” White-haired Bu Fang twitched his mouth and turned his eyes to the distance. There, the other Patriarchs were looking at them.

…

In his spirit sea, Bu Fang watched with an expressionless face at the situation outside and asked curiously, ”Why did he eat the Fortune Flatbread?”

”How is he going to fight if he doesn't eat it? Little Host, your strength has improved rapidly, but… that little boy Tyrant is a Perfected Great Saint. White Tiger will have a hard time fighting him without the help of an external boost,” said the Divine Dragon, floating at Bu Fang's side. ”In any case, it's best that Little Host doesn't use the divine power liquid drops. They're very useful, and it will be wasteful to use one drop to kill a Great Saint.”

Bu Fang didn't agree with that, though. He wasn't familiar with the divine power liquid drops' effect. They might be very useful, but if they couldn't be used, they were as good as useless.

”Can he win after eating the Fortune Flatbread?” Bu Fang went back to the topic.

The Divine Dragon glanced at him and smiled. It was as if he was smiling mockingly at Bu Fang. ”Little Host, do you think everyone's luck is as bad as yours?” He shook his head and continued, ”The fact that you didn't kill Tyrant with two Fortune Flatbreads and two Death Food Tools shows you didn't touch even just a bit of the fortune.”

The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched. He had at least covered Tyrant Patriarch with wounds.

”If it were me, Nicholas the Handsome Dragon, who fought that boy, I would have killed him with a Fortune Flatbread and a pot.” The Divine Dragon was so excited that his body was shivering. ”Artifact Spirits' luck will not be too bad… especially White Tiger.”

…

One-revolution, Two-revolution, Three-revolution, Four-revolution… His aura kept climbing, and before long, it had reached Seven-revolution Great Saint. ”Roar!” White-haired Bu Fang raised his head suddenly. Flames were blazing in his white eyes.

Boom!

His aura soared again. Fearful and scorching flames burned around him, distorting the void on the battlefield of the stars.

Eight-revolution, Nine-revolution…

Rumble!

All his white hair stood up, and his aura towered into the sky. The white flames around him kept wheeling and finally condensed into a flaming white tiger in midair, who opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.

He had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint in just the blink of an eye!

In his spirit sea, Bu Fang was already struck dumb. He had thought that becoming a Nine-revolution Great Saint from a Nine-revolution Little Saint after eating a Fortune Flatbread was just a joke, that it was just a saying he used to get people to buy the Flatbread. Now it seemed that… it was not the case. 'This cocky White Tiger is really so lucky?' Bu Fang had eaten a Fortune Flatbread himself, and that just strengthened his divine will a little. The improvement was simply rubbish when compared to White Tiger's fortune.

”Hehe… White Tiger's luck is truly amazing. However, this handsome dragon's luck is even more heaven-defying,” said the Divine Dragon with his arms crossed.

The Black Turtle and the Vermilion Bird rolled their eyes, while Bu Fang looked admiringly at the Divine Dragon despite not fully grasping his words.

…

All the people in the battlefield of the stars were struck dumb, feeling incredulous as they watched Bu Fang's aura climb and eventually reach a level that sent shivers through them. In a twinkling, he had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint from a Nine-revolution Little Saint! Such an impossible thing actually happened in front of them!

Rubbles fell and clattered as Yellow Spring Great Sage climbed out of the meteorite. He spat a glob of bloody phlegm to the side, then turned to look at Bu Fang, whose aura was surging in the distance. He was shocked instantly. ”He's so strong! I didn't expect little friend Bu Fang to have such good luck!”

He sat cross-legged down on the meteorite and watched seriously. All of a sudden, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes shot with blood immediately. ”This is not right! Why is he not bald after growing stronger?! Why should I be bald when I become strong?! This is unfair!”

That was a very serious topic!

Tyrant Patriarch appeared to be somewhat shocked, and he took a few steps back. Looking at the familiar look in Bu Fang's eyes, his body suddenly trembled as if he had recalled some distant memories. ”You… You…” Horrified, he pointed a finger at white-haired Bu Fang.

He remembered that he once saw someone's hair turned white in a flash and obtained fearsome strength, but that was a different man. ”You are indeed his inheritor…” Tyrant Patriarch took a deep breath. ”You must die!”