1387 A Great Saint Beats a Demigod?
All of a sudden, a dark cloud drifted over from a distance. That gave the Nether Chefs pause. Many turned immediately to look in that direction, forgetting what they were doing at the moment.
“What is that?” a Nether Chef asked with a curious look on his face. But no one answered him because their eyes were all fixed at a burly figure, who was walking slowly toward them under the dark cloud.
Who was he?
Doubts were on everyone’s mind.
Ah Zhuang walked slowly with his eyes narrowed. The corners of his mouth curved upward into a smile. When he saw so many chefs cooking, he felt that his blood boiled, and all that remained in his mind was the constant roar of a voice.
He waved a hand, and the kitchen knife on his waist immediately went into his grip, spinning in his palm. Then, he held it tightly, glanced at the crowd, and fixed his eyes at a Nether Chef in the distance.
“The Chef’s Challenge starts with you.”
A crumbling sound rang incessantly.
The Perishing Pot was surrounded by four arrays, which were the Gourmet Arrays.
Bu Fang’s divine will had reached the third level. Its strength had improved, which gave him better control over subtle power. Similarly, his strength had grown stronger after his cultivation base broke through the Great Saint Realm. Those had given him the courage to fuse the arrays.
In the past, the Perishing Pot contained only the Explode Gourmet Array. It was powerful, but it could only be used to fight opponents of the same level. A mere Perishing Pot was not enough to kill Di Ting, so Bu Fang decided to fuse it with three more Gourmet Arrays: Enhance, Imprison, and Time. With the addition of these three arrays, the Perishing Pot’s power skyrocketed.
At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Farmland’s Will of the Great Path seemed to have been expanded, and it was descending like a real world.
Four golden arrays wheeled around the Perishing Pot. Accompanied by hot steam and a delicious aroma, they sped toward Di Ting.
Hovering in midair, Di Ting watched as the light ball that had wrapped Bu Fang kept crumbling. A solemn look came into his eyes. ‘Even the Power of the Law can’t kill this fellow?’ Even though he didn’t take it seriously, a Great Saint should not be able to resist the attack with such mighty power!
He could tell that the power of the dried pot that was coming at him should be amazing from the way the void was twisting around it. However…
“The Power of the Laws is above the Will of the Great Path… Why do I need to try it?” Di Ting said lightly.
He reached out a chubby hand, which transformed into a hairy dog paw, then threw it at the Perishing Pot. The Power of the Law swirled around the paw, giving it a mighty force. Di Ting had lost patience with Bu Fang, and he wanted to kill him with one blow.
The void screamed under the paw as if it could not bear the power and was about to be ripped apart. Even then, the Perishing Pot, surrounded by four arrays, spun and came at great speed, turning into a beam of light and streaking across the starry sky like a shooting star. Di Ting focused his eyes as his paw collided with Bu Fang’s Perishing Pot.
An explosion erupted in an instant, while a terrible rumbling sound swept out across heaven and earth.
“Oh?” The moment Di Ting touched the Perishing Pot, his expression shifted to one of surprise. He fixed his eyes at Bu Fang until everything in front of him was drowned out by flames.
A huge energy lotus emerged in the void. It began as a bud, then bloomed, its petals unfolding one by one and accompanied by a deafening rumble. It seemed to connect to a world, in which an Immortal Tree and a tea tree were swaying, and the air was filled with rich spiritual energy. A terrible power exploded out of it.
Di Ting sucked in a cold breath. ‘How could the Will of the Great Path be so terribly powerful? Does it belong to a first-class great world? That’s impossible!’ he thought to himself as countless mysterious patterns wheeled around his paw. The Law of Light was surging and resisting the dreadful Will of the Great Path.
‘Even if it’s the Will of the Great Path of a first-class great world, it could not suppress the Law! This is against nature!’ Di Ting’s pupils constricted. He suddenly felt a little panic as he saw that his Power of the Law was collapsing. He never thought that the Will of the Great Path comprehended by Bu Fang could suppress his Power of the Law! He was a God! How could a God be defeated by a mere mortal?!
“Impossible! It’s all fake!” Di Ting growled, his face hideous. The next moment, his body burst into a blinding light. He had mustered all his Power of the Law. Unfortunately, he was only a Demigod, and his Law was… incomplete.
The energy swallowed him in an instant. At this moment, his face began to twist.
In the distance, Bu Fang was panting for breath. He had materialized four arrays with his divine will, fused them into the Perishing Pot, and threw them out. Such a feat was extremely strenuous even for him, but the result had been worth it. The combination of the four arrays had boosted the Will of the Great Path projected into the pot by the Heaven and Earth Farmland, which was the reason why it could fight against Di Ting’s Power of the Law.
Bu Fang watched as the huge energy lotus bloomed in the starry sky. He was marveled by the art of explosion. As the lotus kept exploding, the air rang to a rumbling sound while terrible blasts surged and rocked in it. Suddenly, he focused his eyes. He saw a figure flying out of the lotus and rushed into the rolling clouds down below.
In Yellow Spring City, the people’s hearts were racing as they looked up at the rumbling sky. Without a doubt, the battle in the starry sky was intense. Suddenly, they focused their eyes and looked at one spot, and then they saw that the clouds exploded into a huge vortex, from which a fireball came falling through at great speed like a burning meteorite. All those who saw that sucked in their breaths.
“It’s over… Sure enough, Owner Bu is no match for Di Ting!”
‘Is he being thrown back to Earth Prison? Well, how could a mortal fight a God?”
“Is Owner Bu going to… die?”
Everyone in the city was jittery, and many were sad as they watched the fireball fall from the sky. They could guess the ending easily. Yes, Bu Fang had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint, but Di Ting was a… Demigod! The difference between a Great Saint and a Demigod was like the gap between heaven and earth. Even the mighty Tian Cang was beaten like a dead dog by Di Ting. Bu Fang was just a chef, and he was not good at fighting to begin with. How could he fight against the formidable Di Ting?
A shrill whistling sound came from the sky, drawing nearer at high speed.
Some people in the city began to run, fleeing for their lives, but there were also people who weren’t afraid of death, and they bolted out of the city toward the place where the fireball would land. Even if they could die from the impact, they wanted to see Owner Bu’s remains with their own eyes. They were his loyal customers!
The fireball whistled through the sky, falling rapidly and leaving a trail of black smoke behind it. Soon, it crashed into the ground outside the city. The moment it landed, a deafening boom rang out, and the whole Earth Prison seemed to shake. At the same time, terrible blasts swept out in all directions. All the experts in Yellow Spring City turned their energy into shields to block the impact, or else the whole city could be overturned. A hot wind blew across the land, kicking up sand and stone.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch burst out laughing. Her body was cracked by Bu Fang’s wok, but she still could not help laughing. Di Ting had punished that chef. Just the thought of it had thrilled her. She ran out of the city as well.
Ah Zi held the little dragon in her arms. After thinking for a while, she followed the others to see Bu Fang’s remains. ‘It’s a pity that such a good chef died like this,’ she thought. ‘He’s a better chef than Ah Zhaung…’
The blasts of the explosion were gradually weakening, and plumes of black smoke rose from the ruin. A huge hole was blown in the ground outside Yellow Spring City. Many things around it had collapsed, and the city walls were cracked. Even the course of Yellow Spring River had changed.
It was easy to see how powerful the blow was. A Great Saint would have broken into pieces and died under the attack, unless his body was as formidable as Tyrant Patriarch. If that were the case, then he might be able to survive.
The top of the city wall was crowded with people. They all craned their heads and looked at the huge hole. It was a shocking sight to behold. Even the landscape had changed by it.
The crowd was silent. Some were sad, and some were sighing. At the thought that they could no longer taste Owner Bu’s delicious food, they felt upset. No one thought that he could survive. After all, a Great Saint was definitely no match for a Demigod.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch jumped out of the city from the wall. Broken spider spears shout out from behind her back, rapidly clawing at the ground and bringing her toward the deep hole. Her face was full of excitement, while monstrous killing intent filled her eyes.
“Die… Die… I want you to die…”
Eight spider spears struck the ground simultaneously, breaking it as they pushed her up into the air. The sharp tips of the spears glinted coldly as they went down straight at the hole.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was surprised that her divine will did not sense the chef’s aura. ‘Is he dead? That would be good! But even if he is dead, I will still stab him a few more times to vent my resentment!’
The people on the wall erupted into an uproar. They did not expect her to be so vicious. There was an old saying that no one was more vicious than a she-devil, and that seemed to be correct.
Suddenly, the crowd froze, then everyone looked up at the sky and saw a vortex explode in the clouds, from which a figure slowly drifted down. They found the figure familiar. That gave them pause, and they all focused their eyes and looked again. This time, they saw it clearly, and they sucked in their breaths as if they had seen a ghost.
They glanced at the figure coming through the clouds, then at the huge hole in the ground. For a moment, their faces were filled with both confusion and horror. What happened?
Ah Zi covered her mouth in disbelief. As she looked at the figure slowly descending from the sky, a storm raged in her heart.
Bu Fang was not dead! He was walking down from the sky, unscathed! Who was the one lying in the pit then? Who fell from the sky like a meteorite?! Who could it be? If he was not Bu Fang, then… he could only be Di Ting!
A Demigod fought with a Great Saint, and in the end, the Demigod was smashed into the ground? Was this a joke?
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch leaped into the air with a hideous look on her face, and her spider spears jerked up and thrust toward the pit. All of a sudden, a furious roar erupted from the bottom of the pit.
A stream of energy lashed Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, shattering her eight spider spears and throwing her back. She flew like a cannonball and smashed into the wall with a boom, sinking deep into the bricks and almost causing it to collapse.
The sound of gravel falling rang out of the pit, accompanied by a faint footstep. Then, Di Ting, in his little boy form, slowly stepped out of it. His cold eyes were fixed at Bu Fang, who was hovering in midair.
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.
Di Ting looked very miserable. His body was blackened, his dog fur jumpsuit was torn, and his cute look had vanished. “Good! Very good!” He glanced at Bu Fang, then at the light beam thrusting into the sky from the little restaurant. He could sense that the beam had connected to the Chaotic Universe, and a supreme existence seemed to be looking down at it. It appeared that he could no longer sabotage Earth Prison Dog’s breakthrough. In that case…
Di Ting’s eyes flashed cruelly, and he raised a hand. The next moment, Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was pulled out of the wall by a powerful suction and brought in front of Di Ting. Half of his face was covered by her body, and the other half was staring at Bu Fang. Then, he raised a chubby palm, stabbed it into her chest, and pulled the source stone out.
Holding the stone in his palm, Di Ting put his strength into his fingers and crushed it. Bits of light rushed out of the source stone and poured into his body.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s body jerked violently, and she stared at Di Ting with a look of disbelief in her eyes. Life slowly left her, and before long, her body fell to the ground with a thud.
Di Ting’s aura was climbing rapidly. The next moment, he roared, and as if to respond to Lord Dog’s light beam, his body also burst into a light beam!