1448 Run After… Showboating!

"A wok, a knife, a stove… Is he going to… cook?"

"I can't believe he chose to cook at such a serious moment!"

"Could cooking increase his fighting strength and give him the power to defeat a high-grade God? It can't, right? I've never heard of a chef that can gain heaven-defying fighting strength by cooking during a battle…"

Everyone looked at Bu Fang hovering in midair in a stupefied manner. 

"Acting all mysterious! You're nothing but a chef, and I'll definitely twist your head off your shoulders!" Mo Feng said coldly. His face was dark as he got up from the ground and patted the dust off him. 

It never occurred to him that he would be thrown into such a sorry state by a Demigod. It was simply an insult to a high-grade God's honor. And now, the chef was about to cook right in front of him. This was totally disrespectful to him.

Mo Feng roared, and his aura began to climb, distorting heaven and earth like a burning flame.

In the distance, the fifth prince shook his head regretfully. "I had thought this Bu Fang was a clever man, but he chose not to flee… If he seized the opportunity and ran back to the Divine Chef Temple, he would be safe now. Mo Feng dares not to cause trouble there. Now, with all his trump cards used up, he actually wants to cook here…

"Does he want to keep the dignity of a chef, knowing that he is about to die? A stupid man like this doesn't deserve to be my follower…" the fifth prince said indifferently. He was the chosen one, the fifth prince of the Xiayi Divine Dynasty, and his followers must be clever men.

… 

All eyes were on Bu Fang's cooking. The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly as he glanced at the food ingredients floating in the sky, which were emanating powerful auras. With the improvement of his cultivation base, the levels of the ingredients in the Heaven and Earth Farmland had increased a lot as well.

With a flip of his hand, he produced a steaming Fortune Flatbread. He brought it up to his face, took a bite off it, and swallowed. His divine sense grew more solid in an instant.

"Let's see if you win the lottery." The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.

Sizzle...

Chunks of cabbage and spirit beast meat jumped up the air and fell back into the wok, over and over, mixing with the oil and sauce. The fragrance rose and spread, arousing the taste buds of all those who smelled it.

"Is the dish cooked by a Spirit Divine Chef capable of giving off this kind of delicious aroma?!"

Down below, Luo Sanniang's eyes went wide. As someone who dealt with chefs every day, she was very sensitive to the aroma of dishes. She knew that even the dish cooked by an Earth Divine Chef would not smell as good as this.

Bu Fang continued to toss the wok. With every toss, the aroma grew stronger. Although he was only imitating the Wok Tossing Style of Affliction and not using the real one, it could still enhance the dish. With a thought, a dried pot appeared. He flicked his fingers. The Divine flame containing the rich Power of Law jumped into the pot and began to burn. After that, he added the dish into the pot, together with its thick broth.

Rumble…

Everyone sucked in a cold breath as the void over the dish distorted and a terrible fluctuation exploded out of the pot.

"What is this?!"

The crowd was dumbfounded and horrified. Besides the tempting aroma, they could not understand why the dish was emanating such a violent energy fluctuation. 

When Bu Fang had finished cooking, he produced another Fortune Flatbread and shoved it into the dried pot. He admired his dish with satisfaction. It smelled delicious, and he was tempted to give it a taste. However, this Perishing Pot was not for eating.

With a thought, the Law of Transmigration emerged over his head, then a Wheel of Law made its appearance. The mighty pressure of the Law spread immediately.

All the people present were frozen, while Luo Hui, standing beside Luo Sanniang, widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Impossible! His Law of Transmigration… How could it be a Perfected Law? If his Law is perfected… Why hasn't he become a God?! This doesn't make sense at all!" Luo Hui shook his head and could not believe what he saw. Of course, he did not know the truth and reason behind that.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, arched his brow in surprise. "Looks like I'm in luck…" He twitched the corner of his mouth. With a thought, he sent the Perfected Law of Transmigration into the Perishing Pot. In the blink of an eye, the pot burst into blinding silver light and emanated a strange fluctuation that filled one's heart with terror.

He was very satisfied with it, but the crowd thought differently.

"So this is his final trump card?"

"Is he trying to be funny?"

"He plans to kill a high-grade God with a dried pot? Is he an idiot?"

The people present were somewhat speechless, and they did not know whether to cry or laugh. No matter how strong a chef was, there was a limit to his strength. If dishes possessed terrible destructive power, then chefs would have become extremely fearsome existences.

Luo Sanniang also did not know what to say.

"Sure enough, not saving him was the right choice. This guy is out of his mind…" The corner of the middle-aged man twitched.

However, Luo Hui had a different kind of feeling. 'A Perfected Law of Transmigration? All supreme Laws of the Universe are not ordinary… And this Bu Fang's trick is certainly not an ordinary one!'

Bu Fang exhaled softly. In his hand, he was carrying a mass of silver light, which was blindingly bright.

"Are you done?" Mo Feng looked at Bu Fang mockingly with a disdainful sneer. "Do you think cooking will save you?"

The next moment, his aura reached its highest level. The power of thirty-six Laws rumbled in the air, while the golden Wheel of Law rotated rapidly as if to crush everything. He stepped up into the air and hovered in the sky. The whole world was rumbling. At this moment, Mo Feng seemed to have transformed into a giant!

Bu Fang's black hair fluttered in the wind as he stared indifferently at Mo Feng. He had no idea if the enhanced Perishing Pot in his hand could hurt a high-grade God, but he was looking forward to the surprise it would bring him.

Fused with the Perfected Law of Transmigration, the Will of the Great Path, and the Divine flame, this enhanced Perishing Pot was Bu Fang's current strongest offensive technique. Of course, that was when he had not crushed a divine power liquid drop. But he felt no need to use it now. After all, he had only one drop of divine power left, and he would only use it in a truly hopeless situation.

"Have you finished cooking?" Mo Feng looked coldly at Bu Fang. "Then you can die now…" He opened his mouth and let out a long roar, and his body burst into golden light. At this moment, he had exerted all the power of a high-grade God.

RUMBLE!

He flung out the rotating golden Wheel of Law. As it flew across the sky, it crushed and broke the void. It was as if a mighty army was galloping in the sky, shaking the world with the thunderous beating of their hooves, the clanging of their golden spears, and the clattering of their armor!

It was an extremely horrible attack, and as soon as it appeared, the whole capital of the Divine Dynasty was shaken. Everyone in the city turned to look in the direction of the Mo Family's residence in disbelief.

In King Pingyang's residence, the young master, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, flicked open his eyes and frowned at the void. At the same time, the experts in the residences of various aristocratic families and kings all opened their eyes as well.

It had been a long time since a high-grade God fought someone with his full power in the capital of the Divine Dynasty.

A deafening roar burst out, shaking heaven and earth. All the experts under the realm of high-grade Gods were stunned and could no longer move. It was utterly terrible. It was hard to imagine how Bu Fang felt, as he was facing the full power of the attack.

Luo Sanniang's face paled. She looked anxiously at the middle-aged man by her side and said, "Second Uncle…" She was pleading for help.

However, the middle-aged man still shook his head. He was determined not to meddle.

Bu Fang's expression remained unchanged as he stared indifferently at Mo Feng, who was approaching him one step at a time and had sealed up the void around him. He could tell that the guy was determined to kill him this time, even if that would cause the whole capital to shake.

"In that case…" Bu Fang glanced at the silver Perishing Pot in his hand. "They seem to despise you… Well, you better don't let me down," he murmured under his breath.

The next moment, he looked up at Mo Feng. Their gazes met in midair. Then, he casually waved his hand, and the silver Perishing Pot slowly flew toward Mo Fang like a star.

"A dried pot? How laughable!" Mo Feng laughed wildly.

He was boiling with rage inside, if truth be told. One of the mid-grade Gods and Mo Hen were killed, and the heir of the Mo Family was crippled. This chef in front of him had thrown their honor to the ground and trampled it. If this were found out by the mighty experts of the family when they returned, he would be scolded and punished. Therefore, he had to kill this chef here and now and take his head to quench the Mo Family's anger.

"A dried pot! Haha!" Sneering, Mo Feng raised a hand and slapped it toward the Perishing Pot. 

The moment his hand touched the silver dried pot, however, his expression changed, and his cheeks began to shiver violently. Then, he was trembling all over. "This…" he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but…

RUMBLE!

A silver flame exploded, and a tremendous amount of energy devoured him in an instant. Dreadful blasts swept out in all directions as a gigantic mushroom cloud rose into the sky. It was as if the whole residence of the Mo Family had been wiped out at this moment.

"Heavens!"

"What happened?! This explosion, this power…"

"Dammit! Run! Run for your life!" 

All the guests crazily flew away in all directions, fleeing in panic. The fifth prince also widened his eyes in horror. The power of the explosion made both his body and mind shiver.

"Let's go!" The old man's expression changed dramatically. He took the fifth prince with energy, then sped into the distance, disappearing from where they stood in a flash.

The power of the explosion was comparable to the full-power attack of a high-grade God who had comprehended fifty Laws. It was simply insane!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The residence of the Mo Family exploded, and everything was crumbling.

Luo Sanniang's second uncle hurriedly released his energy to wrap her and Luo Hui up. All of a sudden, a figure appeared in front of her.

"Let's go?" Bu Fang glanced at Luo Sanniang and asked lightly.

Luo Sanniang was still in shock, but when she heard the question, her eyes narrowed in delight. She glanced over her shoulder at the expanding destructive explosion, then nodded without hesitation.

'If we don't leave now, when?! I can't believe a dish could have such fearsome power! Is this Bu Fang's trump card?!' she thought to herself.

Bu Fang nodded with a straight face and gave Luo Hui and the middle-aged man a sideways glance. Then, a pair of flaming wings spread behind his back, and he flew out of the Mo Family, taking Luo Sanniang with him.

When they were outside, Luo Sanniang whistled. Soon, a luxurious warship came and stopped in front of them. They jumped into the ship, which then sped away, turned into a beam of light, and disappeared into the sky.

Luo Hui was dumbfounded, then his cheeks trembled. "Dammit! Let go of my sister!"

The middle-aged man was stunned as well. "What just happened?!"

Inside the warship, Bu Fang closed his eyes to rest. Luo Sanniang, on the other hand, was so excited that her body and mind were shivering.

"Run after showboating… This is so thrilling!"