1301 A Palm Strike From the Great Saint, the Nether King Leaves the Seclusion

"This is a Death Food Tool called… the Crazy Sword Pot."

Bu Fang's faint voice resounded through the sky and swept across the city in an instant. Everyone woke up at the sound.

The Black Temple assassin didn't expect that Bu Fang would strike back.

'What will this One-revolution Little Saint use to fight back?'

The gap between a One-revolution Little Saint and a Nine-revolution Little Saint was huge. This was also why he was overjoyed when he guessed that the Sacred Puppet City experts would not show up—that would give him enough time to kill this little chef.

An earthy-yellow clay pot was suspended in Bu Fang's hand. Its lid was lifted, and out came the fragrance and the heat, as well as bright, dazzling light. In the night sky, the pot seemed as bright as a diamond.