Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The whole place was quiet. The watchers were stunned, and they all stared at Bu Fang in disbelief.
Bright red blood trickled down and fell to the ground.
The people present did not know what to say. They were all shocked by the scene in front of them. Everyone in the guest house was gasping and shivering.
“Crazy… This is crazy…”
“This chef is seeking death. Does he think he can do whatever he wants with the Divine Chef Temple on his back?”
“He’s a nut! Even the Divine Chef Temple can’t protect him now.”
They all shook their heads and looked at Bu Fang with his silvery-white hair. If he only saved the girl, perhaps the Mo Family would let him live for the Divine Chef Temple’s sake. But once he killed Mo Cang, the heir of the family, then the enmity between them would be irreconcilable.
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Even Luo Sanniang did not expect Bu Fang to push things so far. Killing the heir with one move was indeed very crazy, but for some reason, it made her blood boil with excitement.
Mo Cang widened his eyes in disbelief. His body was lifted. There was a sharp pain in his chest, where blood was flowing out and dripping onto the ground, and his heart had been crushed. However, he was a Demigod, after all, so his ability to recover was considered strong. The Mo Family had ways to save his life, but first, he must flee from this madman in front of him.
He was an exceptional Demigod, but in the face of Bu Fang, he was as weak as a child. In just a flash, he was defeated, and that was a great blow to him. Of course, no matter how great the blow, it was not as important as to survive, and all he wanted now was to live.
“Let go of me!” Mo Cang said, coughing blood. His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he tried to struggle free.
White-haired Bu Fang just glanced indifferently at him.
Rumble!
A burst of fearsome divine sense poured forth and impacted Mo Cang. For a moment, he felt as if his divine sense was about to crumble. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth as he flew backward and fell to the ground like a dead dog, barely breathing.
After throwing Mo Cang away, white-haired Bu Fang turned and fixed his eyes on Mo Hen, who was shivering all over in the distance. This was the man the host asked him to kill.
“Ah, a guy who brings about his own destruction…” White-haired Bu Fang shook his head. The next moment, an oppressive rumble exploded out around him, and his figure disappeared as if he had been teleported away. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Mo Hen.
“You…” Mo Hen’s pupils constricted. It seemed to him that the guy in front of him was a different person, one who was fiercer and more brutal. “You can’t kill me!” he growled.
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“You’re the one who seeks death, and now you don’t want to die?” white-haired Bu Fang said indifferently. His silvery-white hair waved in the wind, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce Mo Hen’s mind.
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Meanwhile, the mid-grade Gods, who were stunned by Bu Fang’s sudden move, finally recovered their wits. Roaring furiously, they sped across the sky and approached Bu Fang in a flash.
“You filthy animal! How dare you hurt someone again? This is no place for you to go wild!” snapped one of the mid-grade Gods, his voice cold. The Power of Law burst out of him and pressed down on white-haired Bu Fang.
Mo Hen was already petrified with fear.
White-haired Bu Fang moved his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips curved upward. Then, he slapped the ground with a hand. With a bang, his body suddenly spun once and disappeared. When he appeared again, he was behind the mid-grade God.
A terrible chill instantly enveloped the old man, causing him to shiver all over. “Dammit!” he cursed. He could not believe that his move missed the target.
White-haired Bu Fang stood behind the mid-grade God, their body almost touching, and said with a cold smile, “In my eyes, you are all… rubbish!”
The mid-grade God’s pupils constricted. Suddenly, his head was grabbed by white-haired Bu Fang and smashed hard on the ground. A rumble could be heard as the earth exploded into a huge pit full of rolling rubble.
Roar!
Then, a white tiger descended from the sky and crashed onto the mid-grade God’s body. The next moment, white-haired Bu Fang rose to the sky, while the mid-grade God howled miserably.
It all happened right in front of Mo Hen. At this moment, he was more afraid than ever. He had never thought that a Demigod could be so terrible. They were both Demigods, but why was the difference between them so huge?
“You filthy animal!” The mid-grade God looked bedraggled. Covered in blood, he was boiling with rage. He never thought that he would be beaten so badly by a Demigod.
Hovering in midair, white-haired Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. The next moment, he raised a hand and crooked his fingers like a tiger claw. In the palm, a silvery-white flame was burning. “The Host finally activated the Divine flame… This thing is a killer.” He stared at the flame with an intoxicated look on his face.
Then, he flicked his fingers. The silver flame shot down like a meteor, rushed in front of the mid-grade God in an instant, and pierced his body. The old man never thought that his body would be pierced.
“The Divine flame is so powerful that it can destroy everything. It has only fused with three Laws now. If it contains three thousand Laws, a tiny wisp of the fire will turn a mid-grade God like you to ashes,” white-haired Bu Fang said disdainfully.
Of the three mid-grade Gods, one was held up by Luo Sanniang, and the other two joined hands to kill Bu Fang. However, one of them was seriously wounded by him. The last one finally pulled himself together and unleashed a lethal attack.
But the fighting style of Bu Fang, now possessed by White Tiger, was completely different. White Tiger was in charge of killing, so he was bursting with violent killing intent. And at this moment, his strength, speed, and fighting skills had improved exponentially. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from where he stood.
Before the mid-grade God could respond, he was hit hundreds of times. After that, his neck was caught by white-haired Bu Fang, and then he was lifted and thrown to the ground. A terrible explosion erupted in a flash as the old man’s body was blown apart by the burning Divine flame in Bu Fang’s palm.
A miserable shriek resounded through the air, while everyone was utterly stunned. The battle lasted only for a few moments, but two mid-grade Gods were already defeated and severely wounded.
The divine sense of mid-grade Gods was very powerful, so even when their bodies were destroyed, their souls could still escape. But… how could they escape in the face of white-haired Bu Fang?
With his eyes narrowed slightly, white-haired Bu Fang smiled disdainfully and flicked his fingers. The silver flame in his hand immediately turned into a savage tiger, swooped down toward the mid-grade God’s soul, and began tearing and snapping it.
A blood-curdling howl filled the air. Soon, the God’s soul was devoured by Bu Fang’s Divine flame, which fused with six of his Laws. Although it missed some of the Laws, it still benefited significantly.
The crowd exploded into an uproar when the mid-grade God finally died.
“He’s dead?! He’s dead!”
“A mid-grade God of the Mo Family is dead!”
“Heavens! How did that happen?!”
Everyone felt their hearts skipped a beat. A mid-grade God could be considered the backbone of an aristocratic family, so it was a great loss when one died, especially one like this old man, who was an expert among mid-grade Gods.
“He’s a heaven-defying Demigod! Even King Pingyang’s son couldn’t do this!”
Mo Hen was trembling all over as he stared at Bu Fang in horror. ‘A mid-grade God is… dead?! Killed by this demon-like man?! Is he really a f*cking chef? Is there such a fearsome chef? Aren’t all those chefs in the Divine Chef Temple weak, and they know only how to use kitchen knives?’
Without hesitation, Mo Hen turned to flee. He ran madly, trying to escape white-haired Bu Fang’s killing.
White-haired Bu Fang withdrew the Divine flame and focused his eyes. A faint sneer brushed his lips. He stomped his foot, and the ground burst apart in an instant. Like a tiger descending the mountain, he bolted through the air and approached Mo Hen.
Mo Hen shivered violently. At this moment, he really regretted it. The heir of his family was seriously injured, and of the three mid-grade Gods, one was crippled while the other was killed. Was this the strength of a top Demigod? And yet, he was foolish enough to try to devour the talent of such a fearsome existence?
He ran as fast as he could as tears trickled down his cheeks. In the face of death, he was really afraid.
Luo Sanniang was fighting with the last mid-grade God, but she was shocked. ‘Crazy! This is too crazy! I can’t believe he killed a mid-grade God!’ She realized that she had underestimated Bu Fang. ‘He can kill even a mid-grade God… He might be the strongest Demigod except for the crown prince!’
The ground exploded continuously as Mo Hen ran crazily toward the guest house. However, his speed was no match for white-haired Bu Fang. In just a flash, the latter had caught up.
White-haired Bu Fang did not speak. The Divine flame hovered over his palm, and the Power of Law was surging in it. Although it had devoured many Laws, the power in the flame was chaotic, and it contained only fragments of Laws. Suddenly, the flame turned into a tiger claw.
As Mo Hen ran crazily, the flaming tiger claw fell toward him with power enough to kill a mid-grade God. If it struck him, he would undoubtedly be dead.
The eyes of the mid-grade God held up by Luo Sanniang burst with anger. Meanwhile, none of the people in the guest house moved. They just watched as Bu Fang hunted down Mo Hen.
Sitting on a chair, the fifth prince toyed with the jade beads in his hand and watched as Mo Hen fled in panic. An amused smile brushed his lips. “Master, save Mo Hen. This guy is my mother’s nephew, after all… If I save him, my mother will owe me a favor,” he said with a faint smile.
The old man beside the fifth prince flicked open his eyes, which gleamed brilliantly. “There’s no need… This is the Mo Family, and its experts will save him,” he said.
Sure enough, no sooner had he said that than a bolt of lightning darted across the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap.
“You filthy animal! How dare you kill a mid-grade God of the Mo Family? This is an unpardonable crime, and you will be killed!” A voice rang out as if from the heavens above.
The next moment, the clouds broke apart, and a finger descended from the sky, pointing toward Bu Fang. He jerked his head up, his silvery-white hair fluttering in the wind. As he fixed his sharp eyes at the finger, the flaming tiger claw turned and collided with the finger.
The moment they crashed into each other, the tiger claw crumbled and faded away, while the entire man-made lake exploded. A terrible divine sense enveloped the whole place, its pressure weighing down like a great mountain.
White-haired Bu Fang stood still. The lakewater fell back like a heavy downpour and drenched his face, making him look more evil.
“A high-grade God?!”
