1385 Whack Nether Puppeteer Patriarch and Fight Di Ting!

Those were Di Ting’s words and his real thoughts.

It required a tremendous amount of resources to cultivate a God. The Netherworld had just become a great world and was filled with the Power of the Laws, but it couldn’t provide enough resources to make two Demigods into Gods. If that was not possible, then only one of them could become a God.

In today’s Netherworld, only Di Ting and Earth Prison Dog were most likely to become Gods. Self-preservation was the first law of nature. Di Ting, of course, wanted to become a God, for only then could he see the greater worlds out there. If the resources were used up by Earth Prison Dog, he would have to stay in the same realm for the rest of his life.

He could not let that happen.

Di Ting, clad in his jumpsuit made of dog hair, hovered in midair. Though he looked like a little boy now, with a warm smile and a dimple on his face, the words he said, which were filled with killing intent, sent chills down the backs of those who heard them.

The restaurant door was closed. Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and stood outside the restaurant, his hair fluttering as he looked indifferently at Di Ting. Their eyes met in midair. As he had just broken through, he was emanating an oppressive aura.

‘A Nine-revolution Great Saint…’

If truth be told, Di Ting was a little shocked. Bu Fang broke through too fast. A moment ago, he was just a Nine-revolution Little Saint, and the next moment, he had transcended the lightning punishment and stepped into the Great Saint Realm. This kind of cultivation speed reminded Di Ting about that man, who had awed the world and suppressed everything many, many years ago.

A man who had truly slain a God.

‘A pity…’ Di Ting thought to himself.

Although Bu Fang was a Great Saint now, the gap between him and a Demigod was still too large and impossible to overcome. He would be a fool to try to stop him.

The smile on Di Ting’s face gradually disappeared, and so did his dimple. Suddenly, a figure stepped up in front of him. It was Nether Puppeteer Patriarch.

Bu Fang’s eyes fell on her. ‘Whitey had taken her God’s Heart away, and her body was already crumbling… And yet she has come back to life now? Did Di Ting find something good in Alpha’s warship?’ He thought of the possibility, which was not difficult to deduce.

Nether Puppeteer Patriarch looked at Bu Fang with resentment. If it hadn’t been for the latter’s puppet, she wouldn’t have been as miserable as she was now. The warship’s source stone in her was far inferior to the God’s Heart, and using it to drive her flesh had completely stopped her growth. That filled her with resentment, one that could only be vented by killing Bu Fang.

She roared, then sped toward Bu Fang like a phantom. She would make him pay for what she had suffered! She would craft him into a puppet to vent her resentment!

Ah Zi was watching this from a distance with the little dragon in her arms. She felt a chill run down her back. ‘Sure enough, there will always be wars and killings over resources to become Gods in third-class great worlds… These worlds have limited resources, and no one wants to give them up to others,’ she thought.

‘That woman should be a puppet, and in her must be the source stone taken from Alpha’s warship. The stone can provide extremely powerful energy, which is enough to improve her cultivation base by another level. Together with that Demigod, this restaurant would probably be destroyed soon, and that black dog’s dream of becoming a God would be completely shattered!’

Ah Zi sighed softly, and she took the little dragon and moved further away from the place. She did not want to be dragged into the blasts of the battle.

As Nether Puppeteer Patriarch approached, her body transformed. From her back, spear-like metal spider legs emerged, their tips glowing black and sharp. Then, with a slash, one of them thrust out as if to poke a hole in the air. The terrible spear hacked hard at Bu Fang’s side.

Bam!

Bu Fang’s figure disappeared in an instant. Air waves rose and surged, and a deep hole was poked in the ground in front of the restaurant!

“I’m going to kill you!”

Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s long hair spread behind her, and her face was hideous. The next moment, eight spears came down together, blocking all of Bu Fang’s possible retreat paths.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A burst of metallic sound rang out as the eight spears hit a black wok. It was a huge wok, covered with ancient patterns. As the spears struck it, they only produced sparks and were unable to break it.

Bu Fang held one side of the black wok with a hand. The roar of a Taotie rang out of the arm while black and white energy swirled around it. Then, he raised the wok and flung it out. The Black Turtle Constellation Wok pushed the spears back as it went straight toward Nether Puppeteer Patriarch.

Bu Fang had completed the promotion test of the God of Cooking’s Menu and the sales quota mission. That made him a Nine-revolution Great Saint now, and all his moves contained the might of a top Great Saint. To put it simply, he was not weaker than the Patriarch in terms of fighting capacity.

Besides, he was famous for fighting opponents of higher realms. When he was still a Nine-revolution Little Saint, he was able to fight Great Saints. Now that he had become a Nine-revolution Great Saint, how could he be a weakling?

He did not have any fancy moves or special tricks. All Bu Fang had was a black wok.

Nether Puppeteer Patriarch focused her eyes. The next moment, eight spider spears stacked together in front of her to block the wok. Even then, she seemed to sense something incredible. She noticed there was black and white energy swirling in the wok.

‘What is that?!’ Nether Puppeteer Patriarch paused, but before she could think further, the black wok came crashing down with a boom. The ground shook as it whacked her and threw her to the ground.

In front of the restaurant, the ground rumbled and caved in, while buildings in Yellow Spring City began to collapse. It was a horrible scene.

“There’s Yin and Yang in the wok. Can you withstand Yin and Yang?” Bu Fang asked lightly, looking at Nether Puppeteer Patriarch.

With a boom, Nether Puppeteer Patriarch’s eight spider spears exploded, and she was knocked flying backward with her body covered in cracks.

Nether Puppeteer Patriarch, reborn, was defeated by Bu Fang with just one blow! In the city, countless experts watching the battle in the dark sucked in their breaths. Was this still the same Owner Bu they knew? He had knocked the second strongest figure of Nether Prison away with one blow and almost crushed her! Even the previous Nether King, Tian Cang, had to take a lot of effort to defeat her!

Even Di Ting was shocked, and his pupils constricted.

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.

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