1448 Run After… Showboating! (1/2)

”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!