1303 The Fusion of Two Pots, Wounding the Great Saint!

The Perishing Pot and the Sword Pot were Bu Fang's strongest offensive means now. They were both added with the farmland's Will of the Great Path and the Explode Gourmet Array, which made them into Death Food Tools. However, he had never tried to use them at the same time, let alone fuse them.

The fusion of the two dishes was not as simple as mixing two ordinary dishes and stir-frying them. Their energy needed to be intertwined so that the fusing process would be stable, and in turn, prevent a premature explosion. Otherwise, as soon as they touched one another, both pots would explode, and Bu Fang would likely be devoured and turned into ashes in an instant.

Death Food Tools were highly-unstable offensive dishes to begin with.

Bu Fang was resolute this time. After all, he had suffered great losses in Sacred Puppet City. He didn't want the losses to go unpaid! Therefore, before leaving, he wanted to give the city an unforgettable memory.

The Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was the strongest existence of the Nether Puppeteer Clan. His aura was terrible, and it seemed to make the void crumble. His hand approached with great power as if he was going to smash Bu Fang into pieces in a flash! Shrouded in golden light, the palm went straight toward Bu Fang's head, intending to crush it.

Suddenly, the Patriarch furrowed his brows. He saw the young man was looking at him without fear and then took out two dishes. One was a dried pot, and the other a clay pot.

'What is this young man trying to do? He's merely a One-revolution Little Saint…'

The Patriarch was calm as he stared at Bu Fang with indifferent eyes.

Buzz… 

Bu Fang's face turned pale instantly as a solemn look appeared in his eyes. The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot both contained horrible energy, and when they fused, the energy repelled each other. His mental force poured out and wrapped both pots like threads, constantly removing the repulsive force between them.

The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot kept getting closer to each other. Finally, they completely fused. Their auras seemed to have turned into a pair of fishes nestling head to tail against each other like that of the Yin-Yang Symbol, which spun constantly to balance the energy.

Having done this, Bu Fang felt that his divine will was almost exhausted.

At this moment, Lord Dog finally sensed Bu Fang's unusual behavior. When he turned around and saw what happened, a shocked look flashed in his eyes. "What are you doing, Bu Fang boy?!"

Nether King Er Ha paused momentarily as well. With the spicy strip hanging between his lips, he stared at Bu Fang with wide eyes. 'Is this young man… crazy? The energy in the dried pot and clay pot is strong and violent… How could they be fused? Such fusion would cause an explosion!'

However, it was too late. A strange kind of energy they had never seen finally fused. The air seemed to boil at this moment. In their perception, the pair of Yin-Yang fishes seemed about to explode, and it shone so brightly that the whole world was lit up!

"Don't worry… I just want to give Nether Prison a great gift," Bu Fang said faintly. His face was pale with sweat trickling down his forehead, and his breath was coming in gasps.

The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot used the same Gourmet Array, and yet it was still so difficult to fuse them. How hard would it be if he were to fuse two different Gourmet Arrays?

But Bu Fang had no time to think about it now, for the Patriarch's palm had approached him. He grinned, his eyes gleaming as he slapped a palm on the Yin-Yang fishes.

A whistling sound rang out instantly as the Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot shot out toward the Patriarch!

"How dare a mere One-revolution Little Saint like you raise your hand against me?" said the Patriarch disdainfully with narrowed eyes.

The pair of Yin-Yang fishes was spinning, and the energy in them was somewhat vague. Although wisps of dangerous energy spread out of them, the Patriarch didn't think that a One-revolution Little Saint could pose him any threat. The next moment, he slapped his palm at the pair of fishes.

BOOOOOM!

A shocking explosion echoed out, sweeping out in all directions with terrible flames and sword will. In a twinkling, a destructive force completely devoured the Patriarch! At the same time, an enormous mushroom cloud exploded out and rose into the sky, while plumes of smoke and clouds of dust billowed!

The whole Sacred Puppet City lost its voice at this moment, and the only sound in the air was the rumbling of the explosion. Everyone looked up at the explosion in the sky with a blank face. It was the last gift Bu Fang left them.

Suddenly, the huge puppet outside the city moved. It reached out its great palms and clapped them together, containing the massive explosion between them. Some flames leaked out from the gaps between the fingers, but they had been significantly weakened.

Boom! 

Another explosion rang out within the explosion. Then, pieces of broken metal could be seen falling out from the huge Sacred Nether Puppet's palms.

Soon, the massive explosion was forcibly suppressed.

The golden palms separated. A red-faced old man stood on one of them, squinting at the void where the rift had been, his face was cold as ice. He raised his hand—there was a cut in the palm. His flesh was wriggling in it, and soon, the wound was healed without shedding a drop of blood. Although the injury was nothing, it brought him great shock.

"This feeling… Could he be the inheritor of that man?! Impossible… That man had died in the starry sky. He can't have an inheritor! If this boy is truly that man's inheritor… He must die! Such a man is not allowed to exist in this world! Not even one!"

The shock in the Patriarch's mind was greater than the injury in his palm, though the cut was made by a mere One-revolution Little Saint.

With a thought, the Patriarch's will spread out in all directions. The whole Nether Prison seemed to become restless at this moment.

In the Di Ting Clan's land, an existence, who had been sleeping, slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be mysterious torrents swirling in those eyes.

At the Tyrant Clan, a figure burning in five clumps of Nether fire gradually rose to his feet. The Qi and blood in his body rumbled like thunder, and the aura exuding from him seemed to collapse the void.

The Patriarchs of the various Nether Prison clans had woken up at this moment.

…

The void in Earth Prison was torn apart, where three figures walked out.

Lord Dog and Nether King Er Ha twitched the corners of their mouths. They turned around and glanced at Bu Fang, whose face was pale and bloodless, feeling somewhat strange.

"After not seeing him for a long time, Bu Fang young man's temper seems to grow… hotter," Nether King Er Ha said with a spicy strip between his lips.

Lord Dog rolled his eyes and said, "For what? Although the power of his two dishes is good after fusing, they're far from strong enough to kill that old fellow. At most, they could scratch his skin…His attack served no actual purpose."

Nether King Er Ha nodded in agreement. "By the way… is it good that we brought Bu Fang young man back at this time? I heard he had entered the finals… It's not easy."

"Why? We both know that Nether Prison is up to no good. Do you think with those old codgers' nasty nature, they would let Bu Fang boy receive the nourishment of the Will of the Great Path after he won the championship?" Lord Dog said, twitching his mouth. 

"Those old fellows are intending to show off Nether Prison's prowess with the tournament. If Bu Fang killed one or two of the three so-called Kings… Hah! They would surely make a Great Saint kill him.

"They won't allow anyone from outside Nether Prison to win the first place… Besides, if my prediction is correct, Nether Prison is about to do something again. They have always wanted to promote the Netherworld into a Great World… and they are losing their patience.

"Especially… After seeing you obtain Tian Cang's legacy, they will become more and more nervous. After all, they're scared of the arrival of another Tian Cang, though you are nowhere near as good as your father," Lord Dog said.

With the spicy strip dangling from his lips, Er Ha rolled his eyes. This mangy dog seemed to talk a lot recently. 

"What should we do now? Bu Fang young man had exhausted his mental force after using that trick… Where should we bring him to?" Er Ha asked.

"Where?" Lord Dog paused, then he cocked his head as a mysterious look came over his face. "We'll go to a nice place," he finally said.

"Ugh?"

The next moment, Lord Dog brought Er Ha and Bu Fang through the void, heading in the direction that led to the source of the Yellow Spring River.

"Dammit! Mangy dog, you want me to fight with that old codger Yellow Spring, don't you? So you can steal his grass?! You know that old codger wants to beat me every time he sees me!" Er Ha's cries rang out in the sky.

…

The battle was over. The clash of Great Saints that broke out suddenly took everyone by surprise. Moreover, the little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm was gone, taken away by a Great Saint. What would happen to tomorrow's competition? Did this mean that the Immortal Cooking Realm team had admitted defeat?

Many were exchanging glances, but the people of Nether Prison were overjoyed. With the absence of the Immortal Cooking Realm team, the championship of the team competition would be won by their team.

Nether Prison was indeed invincible!

Many people knew that Bu Fang was forced to leave the competition by Nether Prison experts, and that made them feel somewhat embarrassed. However, it didn't take long for the feeling to disappear.

"Even if the chef had not been forced away, he could not defeat the experts from our best team! He can keep dreaming, but he will never win the championship!"

… 

The next day, all the small worlds began to watch the finals through the light screen, but they were soon told that the Immortal Cooking Realm team had announced its withdrawal, and that its qualification for both the individual and team competitions was revoked.

This immediately aroused dissatisfaction from all the small worlds. They placed great expectations on the Immortal Cooking Realm, who was the dark horse of the tournament, but in the end, this was what they got. Many people felt that there was a conspiracy, but they couldn't prove it.

In the end, the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path turned into a civil war of Nether Prison. Almost all the contestants in the individual competition were from Nether Prison.

The three Kings of the younger generation finally showed up, and they took the first three places. The younger generation still trembled in fear under their pressure.

When the finals of the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path came to an end, Nether Prison began sending many emissaries to various small worlds. A joint effort planned by Nether Prison for a long time was finally about to begin.

…

In the Yellow Spring Valley… 

Nether King Er Ha held a spicy strip between his lips and sat on a rock. His face was badly beaten, and he looked sad. From time to time, he would touch his nose, and blood would come out of his nostrils. There were even tears in his eyes. 

After sitting cross-legged in the valley for three days, Bu Fang finally recovered his mental force. On the fourth day, he opened his eyes and sent out his divine will, which immediately came in contact with three powerful divine wills. Without a doubt, they belonged to Lord Dog, the Yellow Spring Great Sage, and Nether King Er Ha. 

Holding a grass in his hand, the Yellow Spring Great Sage squinted at Bu Fang. When he saw Bu Fang wake up, he leaned over with a friendly expression.

"Little guy, your mental force must have recovered, right? You said you will come to me and make the wine once you return from Nether Prison… Well, now is the time for you to fulfill your promise, don't you think so? I've prepared the grass for you…"