1445 Kill a Mid-grade God! (2/2)

But the fighting style of Bu Fang, now possessed by White Tiger, was completely different. White Tiger was in charge of killing, so he was bursting with violent killing intent. And at this moment, his strength, speed, and fighting skills had improved exponentially. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from where he stood.

Before the mid-grade God could respond, he was hit hundreds of times. After that, his neck was caught by white-haired Bu Fang, and then he was lifted and thrown to the ground. A terrible explosion erupted in a flash as the old man's body was blown apart by the burning Divine flame in Bu Fang's palm.

A miserable shriek resounded through the air, while everyone was utterly stunned. The battle lasted only for a few moments, but two mid-grade Gods were already defeated and severely wounded.

The divine sense of mid-grade Gods was very powerful, so even when their bodies were destroyed, their souls could still escape. But… how could they escape in the face of white-haired Bu Fang?

With his eyes narrowed slightly, white-haired Bu Fang smiled disdainfully and flicked his fingers. The silver flame in his hand immediately turned into a savage tiger, swooped down toward the mid-grade God's soul, and began tearing and snapping it.

A blood-curdling howl filled the air. Soon, the God's soul was devoured by Bu Fang's Divine flame, which fused with six of his Laws. Although it missed some of the Laws, it still benefited significantly.

The crowd exploded into an uproar when the mid-grade God finally died.

”He's dead?! He's dead!”

”A mid-grade God of the Mo Family is dead!”

”Heavens! How did that happen?!”

Everyone felt their hearts skipped a beat. A mid-grade God could be considered the backbone of an aristocratic family, so it was a great loss when one died, especially one like this old man, who was an expert among mid-grade Gods.

”He's a heaven-defying Demigod! Even King Pingyang's son couldn't do this!”

Mo Hen was trembling all over as he stared at Bu Fang in horror. 'A mid-grade God is… dead?! Killed by this demon-like man?! Is he really a f*cking chef? Is there such a fearsome chef? Aren't all those chefs in the Divine Chef Temple weak, and they know only how to use kitchen knives?'

Without hesitation, Mo Hen turned to flee. He ran madly, trying to escape white-haired Bu Fang's killing.

White-haired Bu Fang withdrew the Divine flame and focused his eyes. A faint sneer brushed his lips. He stomped his foot, and the ground burst apart in an instant. Like a tiger descending the mountain, he bolted through the air and approached Mo Hen.

Mo Hen shivered violently. At this moment, he really regretted it. The heir of his family was seriously injured, and of the three mid-grade Gods, one was crippled while the other was killed. Was this the strength of a top Demigod? And yet, he was foolish enough to try to devour the talent of such a fearsome existence?

He ran as fast as he could as tears trickled down his cheeks. In the face of death, he was really afraid.

Luo Sanniang was fighting with the last mid-grade God, but she was shocked. 'Crazy! This is too crazy! I can't believe he killed a mid-grade God!' She realized that she had underestimated Bu Fang. 'He can kill even a mid-grade God… He might be the strongest Demigod except for the crown prince!'

The ground exploded continuously as Mo Hen ran crazily toward the guest house. However, his speed was no match for white-haired Bu Fang. In just a flash, the latter had caught up.

White-haired Bu Fang did not speak. The Divine flame hovered over his palm, and the Power of Law was surging in it. Although it had devoured many Laws, the power in the flame was chaotic, and it contained only fragments of Laws. Suddenly, the flame turned into a tiger claw.

As Mo Hen ran crazily, the flaming tiger claw fell toward him with power enough to kill a mid-grade God. If it struck him, he would undoubtedly be dead.

The eyes of the mid-grade God held up by Luo Sanniang burst with anger. Meanwhile, none of the people in the guest house moved. They just watched as Bu Fang hunted down Mo Hen.

Sitting on a chair, the fifth prince toyed with the jade beads in his hand and watched as Mo Hen fled in panic. An amused smile brushed his lips. ”Master, save Mo Hen. This guy is my mother's nephew, after all… If I save him, my mother will owe me a favor,” he said with a faint smile.

The old man beside the fifth prince flicked open his eyes, which gleamed brilliantly. ”There's no need… This is the Mo Family, and its experts will save him,” he said.

Sure enough, no sooner had he said that than a bolt of lightning darted across the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

”You filthy animal! How dare you kill a mid-grade God of the Mo Family? This is an unpardonable crime, and you will be killed!” A voice rang out as if from the heavens above.

The next moment, the clouds broke apart, and a finger descended from the sky, pointing toward Bu Fang. He jerked his head up, his silvery-white hair fluttering in the wind. As he fixed his sharp eyes at the finger, the flaming tiger claw turned and collided with the finger.

The moment they crashed into each other, the tiger claw crumbled and faded away, while the entire man-made lake exploded. A terrible divine sense enveloped the whole place, its pressure weighing down like a great mountain.

White-haired Bu Fang stood still. The lakewater fell back like a heavy downpour and drenched his face, making him look more evil.

”A high-grade God?!”