1385 Whack Nether Puppeteer Patriarch and Fight Di Ting! (2/2)
Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok flew back and hovered over Bu Fang's hand. The Yin and Yang energy swirled around his Taotie Arm and inside the wok.
Ah Zi was dumbstruck. It never occurred to her that the chef who could cook something so delicious was so fearsome as well. He seemed somewhat different from the chefs she remembered.
There were many chefs in the Divine Dynasty, but since they were obsessed with cooking, their fighting capacity was usually very weak. They rarely spent their time studying combat techniques. For example, Ah Zhuang's cultivation base was not bad, but if he were to fight Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, he would most likely be riddled in an instant.
But Bu Fang was not like them. With his wok and one blow, he had suppressed that woman and almost crushed her!
”So… strong!” Ah Zi muttered.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, nearly crushed by the wok, flew into a rage. She shrieked with monstrous killing intent in her eyes, her long hair waving behind her. She was not willing to accept the fact that the chef, who was like a speck of dust to her in the past, was strong enough to fight her now! She was Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, the second strongest figure of Nether Prison!
Suddenly, a chubby little hand rested on her shoulder. That gave her pause, and she looked over in confusion.
”That's enough… You are no match for him,” Di Ting said gently. His voice was warm and pleasant to the ear.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch froze for a moment, then a reluctant look emerged in her eyes. ”No! I can do it! Give me another chance!” she shouted. She wanted to perform in front of Di Ting… She did not want to disappoint him anymore.
Di Ting's face grew soft, and his dimple appeared once again. Rubbing Nether Puppeteer Patriarch's head, he said lightly, ”It's alright. Leave everything to me.”
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch calmed down instantly.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Di Ting. The Black Turtle Constellation Wok, which had shrunk to the size of a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, hovered over his hand.
Suddenly, Di Ting raised his head and targeted his aura at Bu Fang.
Boom!
Bu Fang felt as if his heart was grabbed by a large hand. It was as if a terrible existence was looking down at him from the sky!
Di Ting assumed a lofty attitude. As a Demigod, he paid no attention to any Great Saint. Although Demigods had not yet transcended the boundary of Great Saints, they were closer to become Gods than Great Saints. Besides, they had already begun to control the Power of the Laws.
A Demigod's Laws were incomplete, but when they completely comprehended and mastered them, they would be able to break free of the shackles and push for the God Realm.
Di Ting clasped his hands behind him and slowly drifted toward Bu Fang. At the same time, a strong wind began to blow, kicking up sand and dust, while fearful pressure fell from the sky and pressed against Bu Fang, trying to make him kneel. A Demigod was a God, so he also possessed divine pressure that belonged to a God.
”Are you sure you really want to stop me?” Di Ting said. His voice sounded as if it had come from thousands of miles away. ”Even if you are like that man, and even if you are that man's inheritor, you are facing a… God. When a God wants to kill you, you cannot live.”
He was floating, slowly approaching Bu Fang. The ground shook and rumbled under him and began to crack.
There was a deep ditch under Bu Fang's feet, which separated Di Ting and the restaurant.
All the people in Yellow Spring City were silent and dared not do anything.
As a Demigod, Di Ting's pressure was simply terrifying! Compared with the last time, his grasp of Demigod's power had grown more skillful. Was Bu Fang really going to stop him? Could he stop him?
”You are just a Demigod and not yet a God. Don't flatter yourself,” Bu Fang said with a straight face.
Buzz…
His Taiji spirit sea erupted in an instant, rocking with towering waves. The next moment, his divine will, which had reached the third realm, burst out of him, spreading golden ripples in all directions.
”Divine will?” Di Ting sneered. All of a sudden, black smoke began to gather behind him, while his divine sense materialized into a gigantic figure that looked down at Bu Fang.
Behind Bu Fang, his divine will Phantom Spirit appeared. Sitting cross-legged in midair, it opened its eyes and stared straight at the black figure.
The power of divine will and the power of divine sense collided in midair with a boom! It was a clash between black and gold!
Rumble!
A burst of pressure that could affect one's soul swept out in all directions, sending a shock of cold into everyone's body and making their legs tremble.
At this moment, Di Ting's eyes had turned black and cold like a real God. ”How can divine will fight divine sense… This is the difference between realms. Break now!” Di Ting said coldly, his voice emotionless.
Rumble!
The next moment, his divine sense materialized into a huge white dog paw, blotting out the sky as it came down toward Bu Fang. He wanted to smash Bu Fang's divine will with one paw.