Chapter 1300 - Feel the Madness of the Sword Pot!

Chapter 1300 Feel the Madness of the Sword Pot!

The battle spread the Black Temple’s name to Earth Prison and Nether Prison, and also brought the forbidden lands into the eyes of all experts.

In the past, forbidden lands were very low-key. Many people didn’t even know that they had forbidden existences comparable to Great Saints. It wasn’t until the Black Temple’s assassination of Nether King Tian Cang that the secret of forbidden lands came to light.

However, there were still many mysteries revolving around them. Why did forbidden lands exist? How did they become forbidden lands? And who were the experts in the forbidden lands?

This time, an expert from the Black Temple was at it again. He was about to complete a perfect assassination. He had almost blind confidence in his assassination skills. The target was neither a formidable Great Saint nor a famous Perfected Little Saint, but a chef who had merely reached the Little Saint Realm.

In this expert’s eyes, there was no difference between a One-revolution Little Saint and a worm. However, out of an assassin’s ethics, he still executed every step carefully so that he could pull off a perfect assassination. He wanted the target to be killed without being aware of it.

A face loomed in the hazy black smoke. Quietly, a dagger as thin as a cicada’s wing fell into the assassin’s hand as he moved slowly toward Bu Fang.

‘The chef’s breathing is calm. Apparently, he’s completely unaware of my approach… Very good. You can die in peace now.’

The Black Temple expert twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. The target’s neck was growing larger and larger in his eyes, and his dagger almost touched the fair skin. With just a gentle stroke of the sharp blade, he would be able to remove the head of this chef, and he would complete the task that was given to him by his lordship.

‘One, two, three…’

The assassin timed his move in his mind. When he counted to three, he suddenly froze, for the chef’s eyes flicked open and looked at him calmly. Without warning, their eyes met in midair. For a moment, the room was filled with an embarrassing and awkward atmosphere.

The Black Temple expert’s eyes focused in an instant.

“DIE!”

The dagger, which was as thin as a cicada’s wing, began to vibrate, and then slashed at Bu Fang’s neck, trying to cut his head off.

At this moment, Bu Fang felt a terrifying killing intent, which instantly drove away his drowsiness. At the same time, the invincibility of the Vermilion Robe was activated, blocking the fatal blow.

The assassin was really good. Bu Fang was nearly killed because he didn’t react in time. “Who are you?” he asked coldly, frowning.

After blocking the blow, the invincibility of the Vermilion Robe dispersed with a bird’s cry. The next moment, Bu Fang made his move. The bandages that bound his arm were unraveled. Then, as a bestial roar rang out, he threw out his fist, which was surrounded in Yin and Yang energy and contained terrible force and aura.

The assassin didn’t expect that he would fail. His dagger slashed across the target’s neck, but it didn’t cut off the head.

‘How is this possible? I’ve calculated everything! There’s no way this guy could withstand my attack with his One-revolution Little Saint cultivation base!’

However, before he could recover from his failure, Bu Fang had already thrown a punch at him.

‘This chef seems to know that he would be all right… His punch was almost on my face when my dagger had just slashed across his neck… Isn’t he afraid that I’ll kill him?’

The assassin took a deep breath. It was too late for him to dodge.

With a bang, Bu Fang’s fist hit the assassin in the face. The energy of Yin and Yang swirled and exploded with an extremely fearsome aura, while a huge force threw the figure wrapped in the black smoke out of the room, knocking a hole in the wall.

Bu Fang’s Vermilion Robe turned fiery scarlet in an instant, and a pair of flaming wings unfolded behind him. With a cold expression, he rushed out of the room.

“You actually blocked my perfect assassination?!” said a voice with a disbelief tone.

Hovering in midair, Bu Fang looked coldly at the assassin, his hair waving in the wind. “Who are you? Why did you try to kill me? Are you sent by Nether Prison?” he asked in a cold voice.

This guy’s assassination skills scared Bu Fang so much that he broke into a cold sweat. Had it not been for the invincibility of his Vermilion Robe, his head would probably have been cut off.

“Nether Prison? No…”

“I don’t care where you come from… You make me very angry,” Bu Fang said.

Suddenly, he took Foxy out of the Heaven and Earth Farmland and held her in his arms. Rubbing the sleepy little fox’s head, he pointed a finger to the assassin in the distance.

The little fox’s eyes lit up instantly, her two tails swinging back and forth. Then, she opened her mouth, in which golden light began to gather. The next moment, a series of explosions rang out as one golden energy ball after another shot out of her mouth and headed for the assassin.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The assassin kept moving in midair, avoiding the energy balls at full speed.

“I’m really surprised that you can escape my assassination. However, this doesn’t mean that you don’t have to die!” he said coldly.

As a Nine-revolution Little Saint, it was easy for him to kill a One-revolution Little Saint. All he had to do now was kill this chef before a Great Saint or a Nine-revolution Little Saint of Nether Prison showed up. That was his top priority.

Suddenly, his figure disappeared with a buzz. The next moment, when he reappeared, he was already close to Bu Fang’s side. However, he was greeted by energy balls shooting out of the little fox’s mouth, which exploded around him. In a hurry, he propped open a black energy shield, blocking the explosion of these energy balls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The assassin was momentarily dumbstruck, as he found he couldn’t get near the chef. After a little thinking, he suddenly used a strange movement technique. He began to scurry around in midair like a slippery mud-fish.

…

The battle in the sky soon attracted the attention of many people.

In Tianxiang Restaurant, the group of experts who were discussing how to deal with Bu Fang in tomorrow’s match all turned their heads and looked out into the sky.

“How dare anyone fight in the sky over Sacred Puppet City?”

They looked at each other and rushed out of the restaurant at the same time. The scene in the distant sky was immediately revealed to them.

A young man in a fiery scarlet robe was holding a little fox. Energy balls kept pouring out of the fox’s mouth, while a shadow could be seen moving around the young man with a mysterious movement technique.

“Is that a Nine-revolution Little Saint?”

“That guy holding the fox seems to be the chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm!”

When Lu Yu and the others saw Bu Fang’s face, they gasped in disbelief. It never occurred to them that it would be he who was fighting a Nine-revolution Little Saint.

“That Nine-revolution Little Saint’s aura is quite… strange? I have never sensed it before… And his movement technique is extraordinary!” said Zhang Qiubai.

Even then, they were also somewhat speechless when they saw Bu Fang had forced the Nine-revolution Little Saint moving back and forth in the sky with only a little fox.

“I can’t believe this chef still has such a… f*cking trick?”

The battle attracted not only them but also many people in the inn and the common people around them.

The Black Temple assassin was a little anxious. The fox’s energy balls made it difficult for him to get close to his target. The experts from the Black Temple were best at assassination. However, in a head-to-head battle, they were relatively weaker.

‘If this were to continue, it will certainly attract the attention of the city guards and the Nether Prison Great Saint…’

After thinking for a moment, he tore the void and retreated into it.

“Oh? It looks a bit like the fighting skills of the Shadow Demon Clan…”

“No… It’s more advanced…”

Zhang Qiubai and others were discussing among themselves.

After the Black Temple expert retreated into the void, Bu Fang furrowed his brows because his divine will could no longer sense the guy. Suddenly, the void behind him was torn, and a dagger as thin as a cicada’s wing was thrust out of it, slashing toward his neck. The sharp blade gave him goosebumps all over his skin. The stealthy attack made him become more vigilant.

After dodging the attack, Bu Fang looked up into the distance.

‘It’s impossible that the battle here has not yet attracted the city guards or the Nether Prison Great Saint… Did they deliberately not show up to let this assassin kill me?’

He immediately guessed the thoughts of the Nether Prison experts. His eyes grew colder, and he twitched the corner of his mouth.

The Black Temple assassin, who had retreated into the void as if he had merged with it, thought of this too. Logically, their battle should have attracted the attention of the Nether Prison Great Saint from the very beginning. However, after so long, none of the Nether Prison experts came to deal with it.

‘Are they letting me kill this chef? It seems he has offended the Nether Prison Great Saints…’

The assassin exulted. He didn’t expect the Nether Prison experts to help him in this way.

‘This chef is only a One-revolution Little Saint. At most, he has more means, and it will take time to kill him. Now that there’s time, he’s dead!’

The void behind Bu Fang was torn apart again, then a dagger reached out of it, stabbing toward his head.

Meanwhile, the Nine-revolution Little Saint of Nether Prison was hovering in the distant sky and looked with a sneer on his face at Bu Fang, who had shown extraordinary talents in the arena today. Above him was the Nether Prison Great Saint.

‘As soon as the chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm is dead, his lordship will kill the assassin. Since he dares to attack someone in Sacred Puppet City, he naturally needs to be punished!”

Zhang Qiubai and others also discovered this.

“It seems we don’t need to discuss tomorrow’s battle plan anymore. Whether this guy can fight tomorrow is still a question,” Ba Wu said with a slight smile, his hands crossed over his chest.

Lu Yu and the others looked calm. They only discussed the battle plan to prevent any accident from happening. Zhang Qiubai, on the other hand, felt a little regret.

…

Suddenly, a golden ray appeared in midair. Bu Fang stepped on Shrimpy’s back, who immediately sped away at top speed, flying back and forth in the sky.

For a moment, the assassin who had retreated into the void had some difficulty keeping up with Bu Fang’s speed. After all, the resistance in the void was relatively greater, so it was very difficult for him to move as if he were outside. He gave up hiding in the void. With a rumble, he rushed out.

His dagger flew into the sky, divided into eight daggers as thin as cicada’s wings, and then began to spin rapidly toward Bu Fang. As they drew near, they tore the void to pieces.

Bu Fang’s eyes were cold, and he looked up into the distance. He seemed to see Zhang Qiubai and the other contestants from the Nether Prison’s best team, as well as the Nine-revolution Little Saint hiding in the sky and the Great Saint who was watching everything.

“In that case… I’ll not hold back anymore,” he said coldly.

Facing the spinning daggers, the look in his eyes suddenly became extremely old, while his black hair turned dark green. In a twinkling, his aura had changed dramatically. At this moment, he seemed to exude an ancient aura.

“Ah…”

Yawning, Bu Fang’s eyes were half-closed. He looked very sleepy as he hovered lazily in midair.

The Spirit Possession had a limitation, and that was every Artifact Spirit could only possess him once a day. Today, he had been possessed by the White Tiger, so now he chose the Black Turtle, whose freakish defense would give him enough time to pull out his ultimate weapon.

The spinning daggers sped toward the green-haired Bu Fang, cutting through the air and making a shrill noise. Suddenly, a black wok appeared in his hand, and he threw it up into the air. The wok began to spin, and as it spun faster and faster, it kept growing larger and larger and finally covered him from above.

The next moment, the daggers hit the black wok, but they were bounced back instantly while sparks flew in all directions.

“Huh?” In midair, the Black Temple assassin’s eyes narrowed slightly. He shot up into the sky, grabbed his dagger, then slashed it down at the black wok. However, to his surprise, he failed to smash it!

“What a strong black wok! What a strong defense!”

Even Zhang Qiubai and the others were shocked as they saw what happened.

Suddenly, the black wok disappeared and turned into a small wok, which Bu Fang held in his hand. The next moment, an earthy-yellow clay pot appeared in his other hand, exuding a surging sword will.

His dark-green hair was gone, turning back to black again. He looked expressionlessly at the assassin from the Black Temple with a little madness in his indifferent eyes. At this moment, he wanted to go all out.

“This is a Death Food Tool called… the Crazy Sword Pot. Now, it’s time for you to experience what madness is!”

Bu Fang’s faint voice rang through the void like the sound of a morning bell.