1386 Would You Like to Try It? (1/2)

Bu Fang's divine will Phantom Spirit hovered behind him. Its eyes were opened, gleaming brightly. There seemed to be light beams shooting out of its eyeballs, projecting at the approaching dog paw. He was fighting divine sense with divine will. Was the difference between realms impossible to overcome, as many had claimed?

All Demigods had cultivated divine sense, which was the highest level of mental force. As for the levels beyond that, the System did not mention anything. Divine sense was divided into different tiers as well, but Bu Fang did not trouble himself to learn about it, for he had not reached that level yet.

Buzz…

Two streams of gas, one black and one white, emerged under the golden Phantom Spirit. They were two Taoties, and they wheeled in midair, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, chasing at each other. From Taotie Souls, they had transformed into Yin and Yang energy. As they wheeled, streams of invisible energy poured into Bu Fang's Phantom Spirit, turning it more solid and making it glow brilliantly like a golden man.

The next moment, the Phantom Spirit raised both hands over its shoulders, with the palms facing the sky.

Rumble!

Di Ting's paw, which was also his divine sense, came down with a rumble that shook the soul of those who heard it. It was actually an offensive technique that could attack one's soul!

The wind was howling, blowing at Di Ting's dog fur jumpsuit as he hovered in midair. Suddenly, he focused his eyes and looked into the distance. He had thought that his paw was enough to shatter Bu Fang's divine will and kill this fellow. To his surprise, however, the little chef's divine will had blocked his divine sense.

”How's that possible…” Di Ting murmured under his breath as a look of disbelief emerged in his eyes.

In the distance, Bu Fang's Phantom Spirit raised both hands over its shoulders and stopped the paw. Although Bu Fang's divine will was on the verge of collapsing, he still managed to block the attack.

Divine will should have been crushed by divine sense. They had a huge gap between them, just like the difference between a God and a mortal! Why was Bu Fang able to overcome this?! Even that man could not have done this!

The shock in Di Ting's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious look, while the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward and revealed a lovely dimple.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and remained where he was. His face had grown much solemn as well. The golden Phantom Spirit behind him glowed even brighter now, looking like the sun, and it raised its hands once again to block the paw the second time.

Under the Yin and Yang energy's steady nourishment, Bu Fang's divine will was stronger than many had imagined. But he could not go on like this. Although his divine will could stop Di Ting's divine sense, the consumption was too huge. He had to change the situation.

He glanced at Di Ting, then grabbed the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and flung it toward the little boy. The Yin and Yang energy swirled inside the wok, adding more weight to the already heavy wok. As it flew, the air screamed and collapsed, while the void split, causing turbulence to pour out.

Rumble!

Di Ting raised his chubby palm and threw it at the wok. The moment they collided, however, his face changed. It was then that he realized why Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was almost crushed. The weight of the wok was beyond his imagination. Although he was already a Demigod, he still felt it was heavy. As he looked at the pair of Yin-and-Yang fishes spinning in the wok, the look in his eyes grew more serious.

With a thud, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok was knocked flying back at Bu Fang. He leaped into the air and grabbed it, while the Phantom Spirit behind him faded away. Then, he stepped up toward the battlefield of the stars.

Yellow Spring City was no place for a battle. Once the two of them fought with all their might, the whole city would be destroyed in the blink of an eye. So he brought the battle to the battlefield of the stars.

A fire was burning in Bu Fang's heart now. He needed a battle to vent it out, one that he could fight with all his might. After breaking through to the Great Saint Realm in a flash, he felt as if something was clogging up his chest.

In the battlefield, stars were blinking and meteorites were flying, while turbulence could be seen everywhere. Bu Fang came up the starry sky, taking one step at a time. Down below, the clouds exploded as Di Ting floated up with his hands clasped behind his back. The clouds churned around him. The terrible power of divine sense surged and seemed to have sealed off the whole starry sky.

”You are bold… I can't believe you want to fight me…” Di Ting said.

Bu Fang was a Nine-revolution Great Saint, and he had even reached the Perfected level. The rate at which his cultivation base improved was simply heaven-defying. However, no matter how heaven-defying he was, he was just a Great Saint. How could a Great Saint fight a Demigod? Just the crushing pressure of the divine sense alone was enough to fill his heart with despair.

The two of them hovered in the starry sky, facing each other. Di Ting was not in a hurry. It was not that easy to become a God, and it would take Earth Prison Dog a long time to do that. He could easily ruin everything for Earth Prison Dog as soon as he was done with Bu Fang. Therefore, his priority now was the little chef in front of him.

”Are you trying to challenge a God?” Di Ting said with a smile.

Bu Fang looked at him and took a deep breath. The next moment, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok disappeared, replaced by the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife. A sonorous dragon roar rang through the skies as a five-claw golden dragon wheeled behind him.

He held the knife horizontally and pointed it at Di Ting. Divine will burst out of him, causing his aura to climb rapidly and break through the shackle. Then, his Phantom Spirit appeared, hovering over him with a kitchen knife in hand as well, which was also pointed at Di Ting.

”A slash... Cutting Immortal Style!”

Bu Fang's voice exploded like thunder in the starry sky. Countless knives emerged, flew across the sky, and gathered to form one knife. Then, the knife slashed down, ripping the void and causing turbulence to spill.

Bu Fang's strength was on full display at this moment. After so long, he finally stood at the peak of the Netherworld!