Tian Cang was long dead after all. Although the Fortune Flatbread had temporarily brought him to life, it could not make him stay forever. He was well aware of this, so he used the little time he had in this world to kill Horned Demon Patriarch.The Great Saint’s blood spilled on the battlefield of the stars. A body as colossal as a great mountain lay across the sky with blood pouring from a long gash on its back. Horned Demon Patriarch’s true form was a three-horned rhinoceros, a ferocious monster. He was a fearsome patriarch with a fearful cultivation base, but now he was dead, killed by his opponent on the battlefield.

An oppressive atmosphere lingered in the air.

The Patriarchs fell silent, their eyes flickering coldly. Tyrant Patriarch’s eyes shone blindingly like lightning as they stared at the body. His anger mounted, and the golden glow of his body grew more intense.

Ice Saint was shrouded in grief. As she watched Tian Cang dissolve into smoke and disappear, she felt a prickling sensation explode in her.

Without a word, Bu Fang passed a Fortune Flatbread to Er Ha. The young Nether King grabbed it and shoved it into his mouth, looking hopeful. However, Bu Fang knew that the same fortune would not appear twice within such a short time. The odds were extremely low, especially when Er Ha was trying to summon a supreme existence such as Tian Cang. The luck required to achieve that would be heaven-defying. Er Ha was lucky to have done that, but Bu Fang knew it was close to impossible to get the same fortune again.

His mouth was stuffed with dried flatbread, and his aura skyrocketed, but then, his movements slowed down and eventually stopped. Sure enough, Er Ha could not summon his father. Although the fortune gas entered his body and improved his cultivation base by a few levels, it did not bring him joy. He would rather not have his cultivation base improved.

You Ji and Nethery looked sad as well. They had great respect for Tian Cang. After all, it was he who gave them their lives by bringing them back to Earth Prison from Nether Prison. In fact, he was like a father to them.

Bu Fang sighed softly when he saw Er Ha choke on the flatbread. He lifted a hand and gently patted him on the back, helping him swallow it. Then, he said in a serious voice, “That’s enough. We must always look forward.”

Er Ha took a deep breath and calmed down. “Forget it. If I can’t summon him, so be it. Even if I managed to summon him, he’d just try to impress women anyway.” He twitched his mouth and tried to sound playful to hide his emotions.

Bu Fang thought he was right. Looking at Ice Saint in the distance, whose eyes were red and looked sad, he was amazed by Tian Cang’s formidable ability to impress women.

A dreadful aura exploded out in the void. Tyrant Patriarch swept the battlefield with his fierce eyes, while the other Patriarchs floated up and came behind him, their mighty auras rising into the sky and distorting everything.

“This is not good!” Er Ha’s face turned unsightly, and his heart raced as he sensed Tyrant Patriarch’s violent aura.

With Yellow Spring Great Sage’s fortune over and Tian Cang gone, Earth Prison had become the weaker side in the battlefield of the stars. In the face of Nether Prison experts led by Tyrant Patriarch, they were now the fish on the chopping board.

Yellow Spring Great Sage floated beside Bu Fang and the others. Stubby black hair was growing on his head—he was no longer bald and so strong. He actually missed his fearsome strength, but he knew that he would not get that same fortune again. There was regret in him, of course, but what was more important now was… how were they going to face Tyrant Patriarch’s wrath.

“Tyrant Patriarch is the third strongest expert among the nine Nether Prison Patriarchs, second only to Nether Puppeteer Patriarch and Di Ting Patriarch…” Yellow Spring Great Sage said. “Although he’s only the third strongest, he can easily crush us!”

Judging from their fistfight just now, Tyrant Patriarch’s strength was exceedingly fearsome. Although Earth Prison had won the battle on the ground, that was on the premise that its Great Saints could defeat Nether Prison’s Great Saints. Otherwise, its victory on the ground would be completely meaningless. A Nine-revolution Great Saint could influence a battle as easily as drinking water.

Ice Saint, Yellow Spring Great Sage, Nether King Er Ha, and the others had all gathered around the Netherworld Ship and were looking warily at the experts led by Tyrant Patriarch in the distance.

Tyrant Patriarch’s strength was beyond imagination. He was able to resist the erosion of energy in the starry sky by his physical body alone. With his eyes shining like torches, he glanced around and finally fixed his gaze at Bu Fang. Sword Demon Patriarch said something in his ear, which made his gaze grow sharper as if he was looking at prey.

“So that young man is the inheritor of that man you mentioned…” Tyrant Patriarch’s cold voice rang in the battlefield like the scraping sound of metal on metal.

Sword Demon Patriarch nodded, grim-faced. He tried to kill Bu Fang when he was in Earth Prison, and he even sent Black Demon to assassinate him, but in the end, it was Black Demon who got killed. The outcome baffled him, but that did not matter now because all their troubles would be solved today.

“Kill him, and there will be no more threat… If that man’s inheritance does not reappear, no one can stop Nether Prison’s rise,” said Sword Demon Patriarch.

Tyrant Patriarch nodded as if he agreed to Sword Demon Patriarch’s request. Then, he took a step forward. His muscles trembled, cracking the void around him, and in a flash, he was in front of Bu Fang and the others. “That man’s inheritor…” he said faintly and reached out a hand toward Bu Fang’s head. The hand looked as if it was entirely made of gold, glinting dazzlingly.

Bu Fang frowned as he felt a pressure that made his muscles tremble slightly.

“Come over here!” Tyrant Patriarch shouted.

Suddenly, around Yellow Spring Great Sage, the water of the Yellow Spring River poured forth and turned into a blood-colored water dragon. He pointed a finger at Tyrant Patriarch, and the dragon immediately roared and threw itself at the patriarch’s palm, filling the air with a rumbling sound as it coiled around his body to constrain his movements.

“Yellow Spring… Where is your previous strength? You are weak now…” Tyrant Patriarch’s eyes flickered brightly. Yellow Spring Great Sage was just as strong as Sword Demon Patriarch at the moment, so he didn’t take him seriously at all. He clenched his palm into a fist, and his aura soared in an instant, breaking the water dragon. The bloody water splashed in all directions and turned into arrows, shooting toward Bu Fang and the others.

Yellow Spring Great Sage staggered back a few steps, and his face grew unsightly.

Ice Saint’s eyes turned icy blue, and immediately, a snowstorm emerged around her and froze the water arrows.

Tyrant Patriarch narrowed his eyes as he watched. Suddenly, a beam of golden light shot across the battlefield, and in the next moment, he appeared right in front of Ice Saint. “As I said… You can’t stop me!”

A huge golden fist grew larger and larger in everyone’s eyes, which then smashed down hard. In the blink of an eye, the ice crystals cracked with lines, filling the air with a series of crisp breaking sounds before shattering into pieces.

Ice Saint grunted, and her slender figure staggered back. With each step she took, ice crystals formed beneath her foot and cracked.

Er Ha’s pupils constricted. The playful look on his face disappeared as he said grimly, “Dammit… If this continues, we’ll all be killed by this big fellow!”

Tyrant Patriarch was more powerful than they had expected.

Yellow Spring Great Sage suddenly turned to Er Ha and said, “Where’s that mangy dog? Didn’t Earth Prison Dog go to the Black Temple with you? Why did you come back without him? There may still be hope if that mangy dog is here!”

“Where’s Lord Dog?” Bu Fang also asked, frowning.

A hint of helplessness came over Er Ha’s face. “Earth Prison Dog may have found some fortune in the Black Temple and have fallen asleep. When he wakes up, he will probably be even scarier, but I don’t think we can rely on him now,” he answered with a soft sigh.

“In that case, we’ll fight together!” Yellow Spring Great Sage produced the wine jar and took a swallow from it. As the rich aroma of the wine filled his mouth, his aura climbed and reached its peak in a flash. The next moment, the water of the Yellow Spring River rolled up and quickly formed into a giant blood dragon. At his order, the dragon flapped its wings and sped forward.

Ice Saint’s eyes shone with an azure blue gleam, and she kept pointing at the void with her slender finger. Then, the whole area transformed into a world of ice and snow, and the blood dragon turned into a great ice crystal dragon with very sharp edges as it rushed toward Tyrant Patriarch.

This was the combined forces of two Great Saints, and the power was extraordinary!

Er Ha, wearing the Nether King Armor and holding the Nether King Halberd, jumped out of the ship, landed on the ice blood dragon’s tail, and began running up its back. His aura was mounting as he ran, and when he finally rushed up the dragon’s head, he leaped into the air. A blinding light gathered on the halberd as he swung it hard, unleashing a crescent-shaped energy blast.

The energy blast, the blood dragon, and the ice crystals all went toward Tyrant Patriarch at the same time. Even Sword Demon Patriarch would turn and flee in the face of an attack of such magnitude. However, Tyrant Patriarch remained unmoved.

As the blood dragon drew nearer, he lifted a hand and stopped it. Then, he opened his mouth and shouted. With the shout, his energy began to surge. A terrible rumbling sound echoed through the battlefield as a golden thunderbolt shot out of his mouth, hit the energy blast, and destroyed it. At the same time, the ice crystals on the dragon sent tendrils of freezing air toward his palm, intending to freeze him to the spot. However, they were immediately scattered by his boiling energy.

Suddenly, Tyrant Patriarch’s arm doubled in size, and he clenched his palm and crushed the huge ice blood dragon with pure physical strength!

A loud explosion rang through the air. Yellow Spring Great Sage, Ice Saint, and Er Ha were despairing. Tyrant Patriarch was almost invincible!

“It’s no use trying to resist…” Tyrant Patriarch glanced with derision at the three of them, then fixed his eyes at Bu Fang and said, “You… must die!”

He lifted a hand and pointed a finger at Bu Fang. The finger grew larger as it moved through the air, exuding a pressure so strong that the void seemed to crumble before it. It was going to kill Bu Fang in a flash!

The expressions of Er Ha and the others changed dramatically. In the Netherworld Ship, Nethery’s face grew extremely unsightly, while You Ji was trembling at her side.

Standing on the ship’s prow, Bu Fang looked up at the finger that had blotted out the sky. He did not flee. Instead, he took a step and rushed toward it. Tyrant Patriarch wanted to kill him, and so did Sword Demon Patriarch and others. It seemed that they all had taken him for a fish on the chopping board. A hint of a cold smile brushed his lips. They would soon learn that he was a man with a temper as well!

Suddenly, two pots appeared in his hands: a Perishing Pot and a Crazy Sword Pot, both surging with power. Then, he produced two Fortune Flatbreads and threw them into the pots. The next moment, Tyrant Patriarch’s finger smashed him and created a shocking explosion.

Tyrant Patriarch was very confident. His finger was powerful enough to kill even a Seven or Eight-revolution Great Saint, not to mention a mere Nine-revolution Little Saint. Even though the boy was that man’s inheritor, he was just a worm since he had not grown up, and a worm must accept the fate of being wiped out!

All of a sudden, Tyrant Patriarch narrowed his eyes as he sensed a strange fluctuation through his divine will.

Amid the explosion, a sonorous bird’s cry rang out, and then a lean figure could be seen floating in the raging sea of flames. The figure was holding two pots, a clay pot and a dried pot, and he pushed them together. Streams of terrible energy were pouring out from both pots and gently fused into a pair of Yin-Yang Fishes!

“Guess how lucky I am?” Bu Fang raised his head and twitched the corner of his mouth, his hair waving in the wind. The next moment, the Yin-Yang Fishes Pot that was the combination of two pots and two Fortune Flatbreads was flung out, smashing toward Tyrant Patriarch!