1358 The Lightning Punishment, Tian Cang Resurrected!

Whenever people thought of Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, what came to mind was that nasty old man whose cheeks were almost touching the ground. And yet, he had now changed into a lovely young girl. That was a huge contrast! How were they going to accept it?

All the Great Saints of Nether Prison were sucking in their breaths, and those Patriarchs, including Fire Demon Patriarch, looked puzzled. They had known Nether Puppeteer Patriarch for tens of thousands of years, and they never knew that he was a girl! The ruthless old man, who regarded life as nothing, was actually a faker, a puppet? They felt that their world view had been overturned! However, that was only the beginning.

The next moment, they heard Bu Fang say in a lilting voice, “Little wh.o.r.e, let this old lady fight you!”

This old lady? The self-address was worth pondering. Was Bu Fang hiding a secret that could not be exposed? The onlookers didn’t know whether they should cry or laugh.

Bu Fang had not changed into a girl, but the way he addressed himself had changed. Was transforming to the opposite s.e.x contagious? He was not like that before this.

…

Not only Bu Fang’s hair had turned scarlet, but his Vermilion Robe became fiery scarlet as well, and a pair of flaming wings spread behind him with flaming feathers swirling around. His eyes softened and filled with a seductive look as he fixed his gaze at Nether Puppeteer Patriarch.

“Little wh.o.r.e? Are you talking to me?” Clad in a metal jacket, the young girl’s voluptuous figure appeared quite attractive. However, there was anger on her face, as if she was enraged at being called a wh.o.r.e.

“Who are you calling a wh.o.r.e?!” she growled, then pulled her palm back from Bu Fang’s chest, put both hands on her hips, and stuck out her chest. As if in protest, she even puffed out her ample bosom.

Red-haired Bu Fang was angry too, and he also put his hands on his hips. The flaming wings behind him flapped, giving off a fiery red light that made his face look somewhat enchanting. He followed the girl and puffed out his chest, but he had nothing to show off…

As the girl gave him a meaningful look, red-haired Bu Fang snorted.

“Little Host is too flat… I can’t suppress this little wh.o.r.e! This is so irritating!” the Vermilion Bird muttered in a low voice.

When Bu Fang heard that in his spirit sea, he was speechless. It would be terrible if he had an ample bosom, wouldn’t it?

The Divine Dragon looked on with relish. “Little Saint, this handsome dragon is not boasting, but you should let this handsome dragon out. Nicholas the Handsome Dragon can kill ten girls like this with one hand!” he said brazenly.

In the distance, the White Tiger crouched in a corner and snorted, making no effort to hide his contempt for the Divine Dragon. The Black Turtle, on the other hand, seemed to snort with his eyes half-closed.

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to watch the battle outside.

Although Nether Puppeteer Patriarch had become a young girl, there was no doubt that she was not as young as her appearance suggested. She could be regarded as an old hag. After all, she had lived for tens of thousands of years. In terms of strength, she certainly had it, and in her true form, she was actually stronger than that Human Nether Puppet.

Could the Vermilion Bird defeat her? Bu Fang wasn’t sure. But since she offered to fight, she must be quite sure of it.

“Little Host, you needn’t worry. Old aunt Vermilion Bird—” At this, the Divine Dragon suddenly cleared his throat, then continued as if he never said those last few words, “Sister Vermilion Bird knows that the divine power liquid drop in you hasn’t completely disappeared. With it, she can exert enough strength to deal with that little wh.o.r.e.”

The divine power liquid drop? Bu Fang paused, then his eyes lit up. Perhaps the Artifact Spirit would be more familiar with the use of it than he was. He thought he could take a good look at how well these Artifact Spirits would use it.

Bu Fang took a deep breath, put his hands behind him, and watched calmly.

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“Do you think you can defeat me by changing your character? If I guessed it correctly, the power you used to smash my Earth Nether Puppet and cut my Human Nether Puppet in half doesn’t belong to you. Since it doesn’t belong to you, it certainly cannot last long…” The girl paused, then went on, “In this case, what are you going to fight me with?”

As soon as she said that, the girl moved. She sped back and forth in the sky, leaving countless afterimages, which instantly surrounded red-haired Bu Fang in the middle. Her terrible power made heaven and earth rumble violently.

Suddenly, with a clunking sound, she struck out a palm at red-haired Bu Fang again. The void turned into a sunken vortex in front of her palm—the strike was so powerful that it distorted the world!

Red-haired Bu Fang gave a cold snort. He didn’t dodge, but he raised a hand and thrust it at the girl’s palm.

Boom!

Both of them were knocked flying backward at the same time.

The divine power liquid drop left in Bu Fang’s body was enough for the Vermilion Bird to exert terrible strength.

The fight between the two women was terrible. Although this remark was somewhat derogatory, Bu Fang at this moment did have a feminine look. Even Er Ha was dumbfounded.

In the sky, the young girl and red-haired Bu Fang kept b.u.mping violently into each other. They repeatedly threw their palms at each other, and the collision of their hands cracked the void.

The young girl was bursting with the mighty power of a Perfected Great Saint, and it was evident that she could suppress red-haired Bu Fang. Her palms, elbows, and legs had all turned into formidable weapons, and each of her attacks made red-haired Bu Fang suffer a little.

They moved back and forth in midair at such great speed that people could only see a silver light and a red light colliding continuously.

“Little wh.o.r.e!”

“Old wh.o.r.e!”

As they fought, they swore at each other, just like two shrews quarreling in the street. However, little wh.o.r.e and old wh.o.r.e were all that they used to swear.

Boom!

Their palms collided again, producing powerful blasts that swept out in all directions.

There was a small world full of puppets floating above the girl’s head, from which streams of mysterious power poured down, making her attacks even more terrifying.

Red-haired Bu Fang, on the other hand, was glowing with a golden light that spread around his body. That was the power of the divine power liquid drop, and the Vermilion Bird had made full use of it. Although there was not much left, it could still put him on an equal level as the young girl.

The two of them fought fiercely, and the terrible fluctuations of their battle swept through the whole area.

Some time later, the girl stopped in midair with a cranky look. “Old wh.o.r.e, I’ve had enough playing with you. I’m going to end this now.”

She sneered, and her eyes lit up. The next moment, a clanking sound rang out of her metal jacket, and six pairs of metal wings appeared on her back, flapping noisily. Then, a dark purple energy ball began to gather before her chest. Tiny bits of energy floated in it, and soon, it turned into an energy ball the size of a basketball. The void was cracking around it.

“I’ll destroy you with one blow.” The girl raised her head with a cold and proud look in her eyes. Then, she grabbed the dark purple energy ball, lifted it over her shoulder, and raised one of her legs up until the s.h.i.+n touched her forehead. The next moment, she flung it out.

Accompanied by a dreadful rumble, the dark purple energy ball shot toward red-haired Bu Fang. As it flew through the air, it left a dark line behind, which was the turbulence that leaked out of the cracked void.

“Blow! Blow everything up!”

The girl laughed happily, her twelve metal wings shaking and clanking.

Red-haired Bu Fang fixed his eyes at the dark purple energy ball, which seemed to turn into a roaring dark purple demon dragon with its mouth wide open.

Sizzle…

He began to muster all the divine power of the liquid drop in him. The flaming wings behind him spread, causing flaming feathers to swirl around him. Suddenly, the velvet rope that tied his hair broke, and his red hair waved in the wind.

Standing straight in midair, red-haired Bu Fang spread his arms to both sides, closed his legs tightly together, threw his head back, and let out a sonorous bird cry.

Rumble!

Flames emerged around him in an instant, sweeping out and turning into a flaming Vermilion Bird. Its scarlet flames seemed to light up the whole heaven and earth.

The demon dragon slithered forward, while the Vermilion Bird soared to meet it. They went straight to each other and were going to have an intense confrontation and collision in the sky!

In everyone’s shocked eyes, two fearful attacks collided. No one had thought that the attacks of two girls—no, a girl and a chef—would reach such a terrifying level!

A wind kicked up. It started as a breeze, but soon, it turned into a gale.

BOOM!

An earth-shaking noise exploded out and filled every ear as the dark purple demon dragon and the scarlet Vermilion Bird b.u.mped and tangled with each other, turning into a gargantuan ball, with one half of it dark purple and the other scarlet.

The two of them tangled in the sky, filling the air with a rumbling sound and shaking the void. The ground was breaking and cracking into rocks, then further shattered into powder and scattered all over the place.

At this moment, the world seemed to fall silent. Everyone watched with a blank face, and the only thing left in their eyes was the huge ball filled with destructive energy.

Rumble…

The explosion that everyone was expecting did not happen. As the dark purple energy and scarlet energy tangled, the huge energy ball grew smaller and smaller. Then, with a popping sound, it disappeared.

The energy attacks filled with destructive forces had vanished completely!

Red-haired Bu Fang landed on the ground. His hair waved in the wind as the red gradually faded and turned into black. At the same time, the feminine look on his face disappeared, and he was once again expressionless.

The Vermilion Bird had returned to Bu Fang’s spirit sea, and she seemed to look a little weary.

Bu Fang didn’t say anything as he knew she had done her best. Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was too strong. After all, he had reached the maximum level that the experts in this world could reach, a Perfected Great Saint level. The Vermilion Bird had done excellently with only the remaining power of the liquid drop.

What should he do now? Bu Fang frowned. Was he going to use the third divine power liquid drop? He was addicted to the divine power of the liquid drop, but that was the last drop, and it would be a pity if he were to use it now. Since that was the last drop, he was reluctant to use it. He had used the second drop to suppress Nethery’s curse and avenge her, but this time…

He took a deep breath. Looking at the sky as it gradually cleared, his eyes turned extremely cold.

In the sky, the girl laughed cheerfully, squinting at Bu Fang. “I can feel that your power has disappeared… Without that power, I can kill you like an ant…” Then, a mad look came over her face again. “How dare you call me a little wh.o.r.e?! Only your death can quench the anger in me!”

The six pairs of metal wings on her back flapped. A breeze came blowing in Bu Fang’s face, and in the blink of an eye, the young girl was already in front of him. Puffing out her ample bosom, she pointed a finger at Bu Fang’s forehead. Dark purple energy could be seen surging on the fingertip.

At this moment, everyone’s expression changed dramatically. Holding Foxy in her arms, Nethery’s pupils constricted, and in them, a dark green light was flas.h.i.+ng. Er Ha got up to his feet and looked on with towering rage, while Ice Saint breathed a long sigh. In the face of absolute power, they were despairing.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound rang out in the sky, deafening to the ears. When everyone looked up, they saw a thundercloud was gathering, and there were palaces looming in it. It was a lightning punishment.

Bu Fang froze, then he seemed to think of something. The corner of his mouth twitched.

The girl’s movement halted as well. The next moment, she reflexively turned her eyes to the Black Temple.

There was a clear sound of footsteps, and soon, a burly figure emerged from the entrance. In the blink of an eye, the figure sped through the air and hovered before Bu Fang.

The girl was somewhat struck dumb, but when she saw the figure’s face, she said excitedly, “My Heaven Nether—”

However, before she could finish her sentence, a huge fist struck her in the face.