1450 Where Is The Trust Between People?

Luo Sanniang screamed. The force was so strong that it made her back push hard against the chair. She sucked in a cold breath. Even her skin was tensed up. 

This… Was this still her warship? That was impossible! This kind of explosive power and speed… How could it be her warship that was focused on comfort? Could a different style of maneuvers really bring such a tremendous change?

Sitting in the driver seat, the corners of Bu Fang's mouth lifted slightly as he looked at the flashing scene on the light screen in front of him. The divine dynasty's capital was full of tall buildings that thrust into the sky. The warship flew between them at high speed, arcing across the air as it sped into the distance.

Bu Fang had drawn an Explode Gourmet Array in the vehicle's control array, giving it explosive power. However, the power did not last for too long. So after flying for a while, Mo Feng's warship was catching up with them again.

Mo Feng stood at the bow of his warship with a fierce look in his eyes. "Giving dying kicks, are you?" A sneer brushed his lips as his blood boiled.

He did not dare to wantonly attack someone in the capital, but he knew very well that after using that murderous trick, Bu Fang must have exhausted all his strength and could no longer fight. So, as long as he caught up with him, he would be able to easily twist the boy's head off without attracting the law enforcers' attention.

The distance between them was rapidly shrinking. The Mo Family's warship was used to attack other great worlds in war. In terms of performance and speed, it was far greater than the comfortable warship used by Luo Sanniang. So Mo Feng was not in a hurry. He felt like he was playing a game of cat and mouse.

As he drew nearer, he raised a hand and was about to bring Luo Sanniang's warship down with one blow. However, the luxurious vehicle suddenly rumbled, and then another gust of air burst out from its tail again, like another fart. With another white cap appearing around its nose, the ship bolted forward. In a flash, the distance between them had widened again.

Once again, the same dumbstruck expression appeared on Mo Feng's face. However, he had no choice but to calm himself down and continue to wait for the next chance. Finally, when he was closing up again… He heard another blast, and the warship in front of him dashed away from him and widened the gap one more time.

Mo Feng's patience had finally run out, and he flew into a rage. "What is this? Is he trying to make fun of me? He thinks this is funny? He did it again and again! Does he really think I'm a man with no temper?!"

Inside the luxury warship, Luo Sanniang's face was pale, and she was covering her red lips with a hand. She never thought that she would feel sick while flying. Every acceleration of the warship was so thrilling that it made her heart skip a beat and her flesh creep, while the great force that pushed her to her seat and the high-speed turnings caused her to clamp her legs and scream.

"Mo Feng… Mo Feng has left his warship and is flying toward us!" she said with wide eyes.

Through the projection array, Bu Fang also saw the ferocious-looking Mo Feng, but his face remained calm.

…

The warships speeding across the air had caused chaos to the traffic in the capital. Many drivers of other warships shouted and cursed as they sped past them like streams of light. They were too fast. Then, an expert left his warship and began to chase the one in front. Everyone knew that only a high-grade God could chase a warship.

Down below, all experts looked up in disbelief. The fast and furious chasing made them clench their fists in excitement, their eyes widening.

"What? A high-grade God is chasing a warship?"

"Heavens! This is the first time I've ever seen such a chase!"

"Why would a proud high-grade God chase a warship? This will be the greatest show of the year!"

…

Mo Feng's face was livid. Being watched like a circus monkey sent him into a rage. He could not wait to catch up with the warship in front of him now. No, he must catch up with it, no matter how many times it accelerated!

Soon, he was just behind it, and his hand was almost touching the warship's gunwale. Down below, many people were following and watching, and they all exclaimed when they saw that. A high-grade God was indeed fast!

Luo Sanniang's face was as white as a sheet. "He's going to catch up!" She covered her red lips with both hands, and her heart raced.

No doubt that Mo Feng, with such towering rage, would kill both of them once he caught up. Although Bu Fang had the Perishing Pot, she reckoned that such a trump card could only be used once.

"Don't panic. Calm down…" Bu Fang's voice suddenly rang out. "Sit tight!"

Luo Sanniang paused and glanced at him. At this moment, Bu Fang looked as confident as a seasoned driver and made her feel incredibly safe.

With a thought in his mind, another Gourmet Array emerged: the Enhance Gourmet Array. After drawing it, Bu Fang focused his eyes and controlled both arrays at the same time.

Rumble!

A bright blue flame burst out from the warship's tail. The whole ship creaked as if it was about to break apart. It was struggling under the high speed. Even then, the sudden acceleration pushed Luo Sanniang to her chair. She clamped her thighs again, and a melodious scream rang out of her mouth.

The scene in the projection was flying backward rapidly.

Mo Feng's pupils constricted as the flame licked his face. The next moment, he found that the warship had flown further away from him. "Dammit!" He was furious.

The onlookers down below were all exclaiming.

"This warship is so… heaven-defying!"

"I can't believe it accelerated again in the nick of time and ditched the high-grade God!"

"What an interesting warship!"

Some ship racing lovers were so excited that they kept whistling and screaming. They never thought that a warship focused on comfort could outfly a high-grade God.

"We… We… We… have arrived in… in… the Divine Chef Temple…" Luo Sanniang was extremely pale, and she felt her stomach turn. She couldn't take it anymore.

On the other hand, Bu Fang was calm. Suddenly, he arched his brow—he found that the warship's array had… broken down. "What happened?" He was slightly taken aback.

Luo Sanniang's face turned dark in an instant. "Look what you did to my warship!"

A plume of black smoke rose from the warship's tail, then the vehicle began to fall toward the ground. Soon, it landed with a crash and rolled a few times with broken pieces flying out in all directions.

The crowd fell silent. "It… crashed?"

Mo Feng arrived with a scorching aura that seemed to burn the void. At the same time, a burst of powerful pressure spread, making the hearts of all present tremble. A high-grade God was indeed terrifying. His nostrils flared like a dragon as he stared coldly at Bu Fang and Luo Sanniang, who walked out from the destroyed warship.

After crawling out of the warship with a pale face, Luo Sanniang went to the side, knelt, and began to vomit. This was the first time she experienced warship racing. It was exciting, but her little heart could not withstand it.

With a calm face, Bu Fang looked up indifferently at Mo Feng. The Divine Chef Temple was not far away. However, Mo Feng showed no fear at all. He was hovering in midair with the Wheel of Law rotating and rumbling over his head.

"Die!" Mo Feng stared coldly at Bu Fang, his eyes surging with killing intent.

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. "Is the dried pot delicious?" 

"You filthy chef… I'm going to cut you into a thousand pieces!" Mo Feng said in a cold voice. The explosion from the dried pot had mangled his body, which, to him, was a humiliation.

Boom!

He descended from the sky like the sun and landed hard on the ground, then sped toward Bu Fang at top speed.

"DIE NOW!"

Everyone was silent at this moment. They could not believe that a high-grade God was attacking someone in the divine dynasty's capital.

Luo Sanniang felt much better after throwing up. When she saw Mo Feng approach, she hastily said, "Mo Feng! This is the Divine Chef Temple's territory! How dare you cause trouble here!"

She sounded very confident. Soon, however, her expression changed. Mo Feng paid her no mind at all and was determined to kill Bu Fang.

"The Divine Chef Temple? How laughable! The Mo Family is never afraid of the Divine Chef Temple!"

Killing intent burst from Mo Feng's eyes as he threw out a palm. The ground began to crack, and rubble flew. It was a mighty move.

Bu Fang stood where he was as the wind blew at his hair. His pupils constricted.

Mo Feng's speed was picking up, and he was getting closer and closer.

Luo Sanniang was worried. She glanced over her shoulder at the Divine Chef Temple. 'Why aren't the experts in the temple here yet? Is the Divine Chef Temple really afraid of the Mo Family? This cannot be! Or is it because we haven't stepped into its territory? But we're just a few steps away. Surely those experts are flexible in handling things, aren't they?'

Luo Sanniang's face was extremely unsightly. She stood very close to Bu Fang, and she could feel the sense of death enveloping her body. It looked like she was going to die with him. Mo Feng, in his wrath, would not care who she was.

Bu Fang remained where he was, looking indifferently at Mo Feng, who was approaching like a fiend. He sighed helplessly.

In his spirit sea, a divine power liquid drop hovered and spun over the golden God of Cooking's Menu. Suddenly, the true-form of his divine sense opened its eyes, reached out a hand, and crushed the last liquid drop.

Bu Fang did not feel any regret. As long as the restaurant in the divine dynasty's capital opened for business, the System's rewards for the temporary task would arrive. So he had decided to use the last divine power liquid drop.

The liquid drop disintegrated, turned into a golden stream of light, and flowed rapidly into Bu Fang's body. In just a flash, it brought his mental force as well as his body back to their peaks. At the same time, his aura began to soar.

Bu Fang opened his eyes, which shone like two golden suns. In the face of Mo Feng's lethal strike, he produced the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, slowly raised it, and then slashed it out. "Divine power, the Kitchen Knife of Affliction," he said lightly.

Rumble!

The next moment, countless knives appeared and devoured Mo Feng in an instant.

Luo Sanniang, standing beside Bu Fang, was dumbfounded.

'Didn't you just say that the dried pot is your strongest trick, your strongest trump card? What is this knife technique? Where is the trust between people?!'