1341 The Fall of Tyrant Patriarch
A gentle and charismatic voice rang through heaven and earth. That took all the people by surprise, and they turned abruptly to the rift that was torn open in the void.
There were actually two rifts—one on either side of the battlefield—and terrible existences were stretching their hands out of the openings.
Tyrant Patriarch was howling miserably in the White Tiger Heaven Stove. Scorching flames completely enveloped him and kept burning. His flesh was invincible, but he was suffering tremendous pain as the flames burned his body. His miserable voice rang beside all ears, making the hair of those who heard it stand on end.
White-haired Bu Fang raised his chin proudly. His eyes were cold, and he was emotionless as he looked at Tyrant Patriarch, who was being burned alive by the white flames in the stove.
In the distance, the Patriarchs were already stunned, and they felt extremely cold. They couldn’t believe that Tyrant Patriarch was sealed and being burned with flames in a stove. Sword Demon Patriarch’s eyes were full of horror. Looking at white-haired Bu Fang, he seemed to recall some memory that was hidden deep in his mind—the burning of white flames and the miserable shrieks.
A rumbling sound rang out as a rift was torn open in the void, from which a hand came stretching out, reaching for Bu Fang.
“That’s enough.”
A deafening voice accompanied the hand that was filled with an authoritative tone. The Patriarchs were excited because they knew that Nether Puppeteer Patriarch had finally made a move.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was the second strongest expert among the nine Nether Prison Patriarchs, and between him and the mysterious Di Ting, he was their backbone. Any trouble would be solved if he got his hands on it.
Nether King Tian Cang was a mighty expert who had attacked Nether Prison, almost invincible. Still, even he had suffered when he faced Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, which eventually led to him being attacked by Black Demon. Therefore, as soon as he appeared, the Patriarchs thought that they had won the battle.
Inside the White Tiger Heaven Stove, flames burned incessantly as vitality energy leaked from Tyrant Patriarch’s body in large amounts. He was screaming miserably without stopping.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s palm went directly toward White-haired Bu Fang, intending to kill him with one blow.
White-haired Bu Fang focused his eyes. He felt tremendous pressure.
Tyrant Patriarch was a Perfected Great Saint. It was a realm above the Nine-revolution, and there were levels within the realm as well.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, on the other hand, had reached the Perfected level many years ago. He had been staying there for a very long time, so he had touched the barrier. It would take him just one more step to break through into the supreme realm and stand above the whole Netherworld.
The pressure of such an expert was much greater than Tyrant Patriarch’s, so even white-haired Bu Fang couldn’t help but frown when facing it.
The effect of the Fortune Flatbread had begun to wane. If he were to resist Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s blow, the price would be huge.
However, another rift was torn open at that moment, and then a dog paw shrouded in black Earth Prison Flame thrust out of it.
Er Ha and the others became excited when they saw the dog paw.
“Mangy dog?!”
“Earth Prison Dog?!”
“Lord Dog?!”
Cries of surprise rang out among them.
White-haired Bu Fang gave the dog paw a sideways glance and slightly narrowed his eyes.
“How dare you bully my man when I’m not here?”
A gentle and charismatic voice rang through heaven and earth. The next moment, the dog paw slapped toward Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s palm.
The Nether Prison Patriarchs’ expressions all changed slightly, but then they sneered.
“Although that mangy dog is fearsome, he’s just as strong as Tyrant. Nether Puppeteer is much stronger than Tyrant… He’s overreaching himself. He will definitely be punished!”
Their hearts were filled with excitement. Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was a top expert of their nine clans, the foundation of their rule over the Netherworld. How could a mere mangy dog stand up against him? Even though this Earth Prison Dog was amazing, so what? In the face of absolute power, everything would be crushed!
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch didn’t say anything. As his palm drew nearer, the void trembled and collapsed, while ripples spread. Meteorites in the starry sky crumbled under his power, turning into rubble before scattering.
At this moment, the dog paw shrouded in Earth Prison Flame came and collided with the palm.
Boom!
A terrible explosion shook the void. Everyone felt as if their eardrums were about to rip as a tremendous amount of energy towered into the sky like great waves and came rumbling back down.
This level of fighting was simply shocking and scary.
“A close match?! I can’t believe this!”
The Patriarchs were cold all over and horrified!
White-haired Bu Fang’s hair waved amid the collision of energy, while the Vermilion Robe he wore let out a sonorous bird cry, turned fiery scarlet, and wrapped his body. A scarlet fire burned around him, forming a barrier that resisted all the energy that was pouring over at him.
His eyes focused and fixed at the White Tiger Heaven Stove.
Inside the stove, Tyrant Patriarch was still screaming. After all, he was a Perfected Great Saint. Although the White Tiger Heaven Stove could suppress him, it would take a long time to burn him.
Some people saw Tyrant Patriarch bathed in flames inside the stove as if he had turned into a burning man, struggling and growling. He was punching at the wall, but he still could not get out.
The inside of the White Tiger Heaven Stove had turned into a world of flames, which was going to burn Tyrant Patriarch to death.
“How dare you!” Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s voice exploded like thunder in the sky, rumbling incessantly. He was furious.
Then, he threw out another palm, its power scarier than the previous one.
The pupils of Er Ha and the others constricted when they saw the palm. It didn’t look like a human hand. Instead, it seemed to be made of steel, glinting coldly.
Even heaven and earth fell silent in front of this palm.
“How dare you act wildly when Lord Dog is here?!” The gentle and charismatic voice rang out again. Then, a dog paw struck, still shrouded in Earth Prison Flame, and collided with the palm.
The void collapsed, while dreadful fluctuations made many people retreat further and further until they could only watch the fight from a great distance.
This kind of fight terrified many Great Saints. Just its fluctuations alone had already made their hearts race, and they dared not get too close.
They were all Great Saints, but why was there such a huge gap between them?
However, there was an exception.
White-haired Bu Fang still sat cross-legged in the middle of the fight, unmoving like a ten-thousand-year pine tree. No matter how terrible the pressure was or how violent the energy blasts were, they could not budge him. His hair waved in the wind as he raised his chin c.o.c.kily.
Suddenly, a startling scene appeared in the White Tiger Heaven Stove. Like b.u.t.ter scorched by high temperature, Tyrant Patriarch’s body began to melt at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if it was going to turn into a pool of liquid!
Soon, his muscular, powerful arms softened and drooped on the ground, in which flames were burning. His head was full of cracks, and his hands began to melt and dripped to the ground as liquid drops. After a few moments, his body began to collapse, with holes bursting open one by one.
His shrieks were bloodcurdling. As time went by, however, his voice gradually disappeared. He could no longer scream as he had turned into a puddle of boiling liquid in the stove.
Everyone sucked in a cold breath. They could not believe that the mighty Tyrant Patriarch was burned to death by Bu Fang.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch flew into a rage when he sensed what happened, and he attacked even more violently. However, Lord Dog was continuously bombarding him with Earth Prison Flames. Although both of them didn’t show up, just the collisions of their attacks were enough to crush everyone on the battlefield.
After a long time, everything in the stove went quiet. Tyrant Patriarch was completely silent, and the only sound in the stove were the flickering sounds from the blazing flames.
The fire was crackling noisily and burning fiercely, but it sent a chill into those who looked at it.
Tyrant Patriarch had fallen.
Bu Fang’s hair began to turn from white to black at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his pupils also softened, no longer as sharp as before. The White Tiger had returned to his spirit sea.
Bu Fang was also quite shocked.
Tyrant Patriarch was a mighty existence. He was the third strongest Great Saint of the nine Nether Prison clans, and even Tian Cang had failed to kill him.
However, Bu Fang had accomplished the feat. Of course, he did that with the help of the Artifact Spirit, but it was still an incredible achievement.
The fall of a Perfected Great Saint was a piece of shocking news to the entire Netherworld, and it was even an unbearable loss to Nether Prison!
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch stopped attacking. The next moment, the void ripped apart, and a figure could be seen looming amid the rus.h.i.+ng turbulence, staring at Bu Fang with a pair of ferocious eyes.
“You have killed Tyrant and Horned Demon. Of the nine Nether Prison Patriarchs, only seven remain now… We Nether Prison will not accept such a price! All of you will die with them!”
His words were full of monstrous killing intent, making Er Ha and the others tremble.
“Nether Prison’s unification of the Netherworld and the establishment of a great world is required by the Great Path! No one can stop us… neither can you! Whoever stops us will be punished!”
Bu Fang stood in the starry sky with an indifferent face. Suddenly, a pair of eyes turned to look at him from inside the turbulence. It seemed to gaze down at him from the skies with a deep look that wanted to tear his soul apart.
At this moment, the void behind him was torn apart. Inside, turbulence was churning, and a lean dog shrouded in flames could be seen.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch turned his eyes to the dog. Their eyes met in midair through the turbulence.
“Whatever tricks you have, Lord Dog is waiting…” Lord Dog’s gentle and charismatic voice rang out.
They looked at each other for a long time, then Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s pupils constricted.
“Impossible… You want to take that step?! This cannot be! You can’t make it!” Nether Puppeteer Patriarch suddenly became very agitated.
Lord Dog only responded with a contemptuous laugh.
“You won’t succeed! Just you wait… I will definitely stop you!” Nether Puppeteer Patriarch growled. The next moment, the void in front of him slowly healed, and the rift disappeared.
Bu Fang stood in midair, his Vermilion Robe flapping noisily in the wind. Behind him, the dog in the rift slowly turned around and walked toward the depths of the turbulence, and then the void gradually healed.
Lord Dog said nothing and disappeared again, leaving many doubts to those present.
‘Nether Puppeteer Patriarch said Lord Dog wants to take that step… What step is that?’ Bu Fang thought to himself, frowning. The next moment, the White Tiger Heaven Stove returned to his side, turned into a belt, and wrapped around his waist.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and looked into the distance, where the Nether Prison Patriarchs gathered.
The Patriarchs’ hearts skipped a beat when they found that Bu Fang was looking at them. Without hesitation, they turned and sped toward the ground, and were soon out of sight. They didn’t want to end up like Tyrant Patriarch!
For a moment, the battlefield of the stars became very quiet. It was as if the battle had ended for the time being.