Chapter 1579 - The Divine Flame Cladding, Soul Thirteen’s Sorrow (2/2)

Bu Fang exhaled, clenched his fist, and violently crushed the flame in his hand. With a boom, the silver flames started to spread all over his body, turning him into a flaming man!

At the same time, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, the Vermilion Chef Robe, the White Tiger Heaven Stove, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, and the Qilin Transmigration Ladle all appeared. After so long, Bu Fang finally put on the full God of Cooking Sets. Very quickly, the silver flames covered them as well, and they looked like a perfect match.

The surface of the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife was covered with a layer of flame, while the Vermilion Robe was also transformed into a flaming robe. The Black Turtle Constellation Wok blazed brightly over his head, and under his feet, the White Tiger Heaven Stove was spitting fire. He held the kitchen knife in his left hand and the ladle in his right. Even his bare skin was covered in flames.

At this moment, except for his pair of bright God of Cooking’s Eye, Bu Fang’s whole body was covered in flames. It was as if he had transformed into an ancient God of Fire!

“Acting all mysterious!” Soul Thirteen said coldly. He did not even want to say another word.

As his knife slashed down, the power of sin spread while the insect scales piled up one layer after another. By the time the slender knife approached Bu Fang, it had already turned into a thick, heavy machete!

Nethery and the others were so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura emanating from Soul Thirteen that they could hardly open their eyes…

Bu Fang’s God of Cooking’s Eye shone brightly. In them, the three red dots on Soul Thirteen’s body were as bright as the moon in the night.

The next moment, he lifted the burning Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and thrust it out at the heavy machete.

Boom!

A great force exploded out. Bu Fang was instantly pushed back by the machete, while his kitchen knife was spewing tiny flames.

Soul Thirteen suppressed Bu Fang, but the latter fought to resist.

Soon, they were flying out of the Luo Family’s skyscraper and falling toward the ground. When Bu Fang’s feet touched the ground, it exploded. After getting out of the building’s range, everything became as fragile as tofu.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Bu Fang kept backing away.

“Your strength is too weak, and you are as clumsy as a pig!”

With a violent swing of the machete, Bu Fang was sent flying backward. Covered in flames, his figure looked like a fireball. Everything was burnt black everywhere he went.

“Did a pig provoke you? Why do you despise pigs?” Bu Fang’s faint voice rang out. Then, a ball of fire approached at great speed. Holding the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in one hand, he slashed it down with all his might.

With the slash, he made ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts. This was the Kitchen Knife of Affliction, an extremely powerful move!

A series of rapid clanging sound rang out, accompanied by countless sparks that flew in all directions.

“Let me give you a ride.”

Bu Fang’s kitchen knife rested against Soul Thirteen’s machete and, as if he was drawing a Taiji diagram, he used a subtle force to push the machete up high.

That made Soul Thirteen’s arm straighten. In Bu Fang’s eyes, the red dot in his armpit shone like the blazing sun.

‘If I don’t strike now, when?’

The ladle, which Bu Fang held in the other hand, thrust out in an instant and knocked Soul Thirteen under the arm.

There was a soft, crisp sound. It was not loud, but Soul Thirteen froze. A tingling sensation spread from his armpit, causing half of his body to go numb in an instant. The corners of his mouth twitched violently.

‘What’s going on?!’

Shrouded in flames, Bu Fang’s eyes became brighter. ‘It seems to work… Soul Thirteen’s weak points are relatively few, but they are more than enough.’

“I’m going to hit your armpit again!” Bu Fang shouted.

‘Again?!’ Soul Thirteen did not know how that tingling feeling came, but he did not want to experience it again. So, he retracted his arms and clenched his armpits.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. This time, Bu Fang’s ladle went for his eye instead of his armpit. He involuntarily closed his eyes, but the third eye on his forehead shone with a brilliant light.

‘Hmm?’ Bu Fang felt a sense of crisis, so…

“I’m going to hit your armpit once again…” he shouted again!

Soul Thirteen shuddered, clamping his armpits tighter and covering his eyes.

‘Are you taking me for a f*cking fool?! How could I fall for the same trick twice?!’

However, neither his armpits nor his eyes were attacked. That gave him pause. The next moment, he felt a chill run through his body.

The ladle whizzed through the air, its hot flames setting everything on fire in their path. The next moment, it swung upward and hit Soul Thirteen’s crotch hard!

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The air seemed to freeze in this instant. Soul Thirteen heard two cracking sounds coming from his crotch. One was the sound of his insect scales breaking, and the other… What was that?!

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