Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
All the foes were wiped out with just one move. The world fell silent. Only the whistle of the snowstorm and the rumble of the fighter jet in the sky could be heard.
The people onboard the fighter jet were frozen, unmoving as if their throats were held by soone. It was not that they did not want to move, but they forgot how to move.
“What happened? What the hell happened just now? Where are all the Gods and Immortals? Where are the Four Heavenly Kings and the female Immortals of Kunlun?” Chief Luo was dumbstruck, and the walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the floor with a clunk.
Xiao Ai’s eyes got big. Her fingers were pale as she held the video cara too tightly. “Senior...You’re f*cking... aweso!”
No one expected it to end like this. Just when everyone was worried for Bu Fang, he lightly threw out a palm as if he was rely wiping the sky with a square of cloth, and all the Gods and Immortals—including the Four Heavenly Kings—were wiped out.
He was so strong that it took everyone’s breath away, and he was so fast that no one could react. ‘They are the Four Heavenly Kings, the Divine Guardians of the Celestial Court! Can’t you at least show them so respect by fighting them a little longer?’
The corner of Xiao Ai’s mouth twitched. The next mont, she thought of sothing, and she quickly looked down at the video cara in her hand. ‘Reverse! Reverse! I need to find out what happened just now...
‘However, after viewing the footage, Xiao Ai froze for a very long ti.
...
The snowstorm raged on. The Lamas lying on the ground were dumbstruck. Looking at the empty sky, they felt as though their souls had been carried away by the palm strike.”Is he a... human being?”
Nethery thought that was nothing, though. With Bu Fang’s strength, what he did was perfectly normal.
“The Great God Garuda! Co out now—” The Indian God was only halfway through the words he wanted to say when his eyes got big, and he started coughing as if his throat was held by a big hand. What happened was too scary.
“I... The Great God Garuda, you’d better go back...” At this mont, the Indian God felt like crying. However, the array was already activated. On top of that, he had shed so much blood that he did not want to give up just like that.
So, the array began to flash. A light beam thrust out of it, connected to the sky, and ripped the void apart.
With his hands clasped behind him and his eyes closed, Bu Fang stood in midair. He seed to have thrown out the palm with ease just now, but in fact, it was the effect of him using the divine power.
The invisible suppression still existed on Earth. The return of the Vermilion had restored so of his strength, but he still could not use the Power of Law. There were three thousand Laws in the Chaotic Universe, but on Earth, Bu Fang could feel that the power system was different.
Heaven Immortals were equivalent to Gods in the Chaotic Universe, and for Bu Fang, killing Gods with a palm strike was sothing perfectly normal.
He opened his eyes. The look in them was calm. After all, he had seen great storms—he had witnessed countless people killed or wounded when the Soul Demons invaded the Chaotic Universe. His experience had shaped the way he acted now.
Bu Fang opened his mouth and exhaled. Suddenly, he frowned, then turned to look at sowhere in the distance. There, he saw a spinning bloody array. A terrible aura seed to be brewing inside, and he could hear a deafening rumble ringing out of it.
As Bu Fang moved his gaze over, the Indian God, who had just completed the drawing of the array, felt all strength leave his legs. Without hesitation, he turned and sped into the distance, ignoring the Great God that was about to crawl out of the array.
The Indian God was scared out of his wits by Bu Fang. The palm strike had wiped out so many Immortals who were much stronger than he. ‘My lord Garuda, I’m sorry!’ He felt very sad, and he was crying inside. However, he still ran away.
The array spun, and the void was ripped apart. It seed that a large golden bird was erging in the array. Garuda was an Indian God, a divine bird with golden wings that was immortal and could be reborn from fire. That made him sowhat similar to the phoenix of Hua.
Even as the void was ripped apart, commotions broke out in different places of Hua.
...
A furious roar echoed out of the Immortal Mountain of Kunlun, causing the skies to rumble with thunderclaps. The Earth had expanded, and as one of the blessed lands of Immortals, Kunlun had expanded to tens of thousands of miles wide. However, it was shaking at this mont, even though it was vast.
“I can’t believe my girls are all dead... Who killed them?! Who dares to kill the maids serving the Queen Mother of the West?!”
A cold, angry voice shook the entire Kunlun.
“The Immortals of Kunlun will hunt this evil girl to the end of the world!” bellowed the Queen Mother of the West. She had sent her maids to kill an evil girl and bring back the Divine Artifact. Now that they were dead, it must be related to that evil girl. Even if she was not the one who killed them, she must have sothing to do with their death!
...
The sound of the Great Path was ringing on the Immortal Island of Penglai, while wisps of immortal energy shimred over the sea.
All of a sudden, sitting in the center of the immortal temple, the Daoist with a colorful ring of light behind his head stopped his lecturing. His eyes widened, and there was a faint irritation in them.
“The Four Heavenly Kings are... dead?! This evil man is too... unbridled!”
As soon as his voice rang out, all the people in the temple were shocked.
“How could that be? The Four Heavenly Kings are peak Heaven Immortals, and they could even kill an Immortal King with their Heavenly King Seal! How could soone in today’s Ancestral Planet kill them?”
“Does that evil man have the strength to kill them? That’s impossible!”
“The Four Heavenly Kings are the Divine Generals of the Celestial Court. Now that the Ancestral Planet has recovered, the Celestial Court is set to return. However, the Divine Generals had fallen at this mont. This is an ill on!”
The Immortals in the temple whispered to each other. They looked astounded and incredulous, as the Four Heavenly Kings were considered the few strongest Immortals among them.
Shen Gongbao was among the crowd, and he looked glad. ‘Fortunately, I was quick to flee. Otherwise, the Sect Leader’s fury would have co from my death...’ he thought to himself.
The Daoist closed his eyes and was divining sothing with his fingers. There seed to be an invisible force lingering around him. After that, he opened his eyes and said, his eyes flickering with a deep look, “Of the four Divine Artifacts, the evil man has acquired two. The fortune of the Ancestral Planet is gathered on this evil man... He will beco the biggest trouble for us.”
Suddenly, an immortal cloud erged under the Daoist, which carried him out of the temple and hovered in midair. Glancing at the horizon that stretched as far as the eye could see, he said, “The recovery of the Ancestral Planet has hastened. Immortal Kings can strike now. This evil man must be eliminated, and the Four Heavenly Kings must be avenged...”
The Daoist turned, looked at the Immortals down below, and asked, “Is there any Immortal King willing to catch this evil man for ?”
...
On the peak of Mount Everest, a sonorous bird cry rang out. A fla burned in midair, and a large golden bird flew out of it. As soon as it ca out of the void, the bird transford into a God, who had the head of a bird and the body of a man. Clad in golden feathered armor, he had golden rings all over him, which gave him a mystical air.
This was an Indian Great God, Garuda. After stepping out of the array, he glanced around and rested his eyes on Bu Fang. At this mont, only Bu Fang was confronting him. As for the fighter jet in the distance, he simply ignored it.
“Ali jili guly jiwa...” Garuda stepped forward and began talking, but Bu Fang could not understand him. After all, he was an Indian God. Realizing that, he used his divine sense instead of his voice to talk, and Bu Fang could understand him this ti.
“Give the Divine Artifact... I will spare your life...”
Garuda hovered in midair with golden flas burning around him. He was the God of India. As a Great God under Lord Shiva, his strength was extrely strong, comparable to that of Hua’s Immortal Kings.
Even though he was now in Hua’s territory, he had no fear. If he really t an Immortal King, he could always run away. Besides, he could not be killed. His regenerative ability made him extrely resilient.
Onboard the fighter jet, Chief Luo and others narrowed their eyes.
“That is Garuda, the God of India who represents immortality!” said Chief Luo. After witnessing Bu Fang’s fearso strength, he could finally keep his composure even in the face of such a mighty God.
“A bird? This Indian God knows nothing about Senior’s habits...” Xiao Ai said in a relaxed and joyful mood.
In today’s world where Gods and Immortals ruled, it was a relief to mortals that soone could punish Gods and Immortals like this. According to what they learned, the appearance of Gods and Immortals had brought about fundantal changes.
After all, no one knew if the Gods or Immortals who appeared were good or bad. There was a small country whose people were all slaughtered by the God they worshiped. Not all Gods were good.
“Senior’s habits?” Chief Luo paused. What were Bu Fang’s habits?
“A big bird is a... bird, isn’t it? And Chief, don’t you think this Garuda is very similar to the golden-winged roc from our myth? There’s an old saying that the roc is transford from the kun, and it’s so huge that you will need two grills to cook it, one with special sauce and one with chili...” Xiao Ai said.
Dumbfounded, Chief Luo stared at Xiao Ai. He finally understood what she ant as he recalled that Mo Lishou’s ermine was captured by Bu Fang and kept as a food ingredient. It looked like this big bird of India would have a sad ending as well.
Garuda held his head high. According to Hua’s classification of Immortals, he was an Immortal King. Although he was just an ordinary one, he could already do whatever he liked on today’s Earth. As this was his debut, he had to make it a grand show.
Bu Fang looked indifferently at Garuda. Then, he picked up the White Tiger Heaven Stove and said, “Is this what you’re looking for?”
Garuda’s eyes lit up instantly. “Yes! Now you know who you’re talking to!” he said.
“Catch it...” Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. After that, he lightly pushed the stove toward Garuda.
The stove arced across the sky. Garuda raised his hands greedily. It was the Divine Artifact that all the Gods and Immortals around the world were fighting for. If he could seize it and bring it back, the Great God Brahma would definitely reward him with a supre opportunity!
Suddenly, Garuda felt sothing amiss. The stove did not slow down as it closed in on him. With a rumble, he caught it, then his eyes widened in an instant as he felt a great force wash over him. The next instant, the stove smashed into his face.
He imdiately transford into a large golden bird burning with golden divine flas, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky.
“You’re courting death!”
“Oh? A golden-winged roc?” Bu Fang suddenly appeared above Garuda. “No... I think you’re a mixed-blood bird.”
Garuda froze. He suddenly had a bad feeling. ‘What is this Hua Immortal trying to do?’
A loud boom rang out as Bu Fang punched Garuda on the head. His divine power was flowing around his fist. This ti, he did not pull his punch.
Garuda shrieked as the punch knocked him off the sky and threw him onto Mount Everest. The impact was so powerful that it reduced the mountain’s height.
When the Indian God, who had climbed over the Himalayas, heard the shriek, he shuddered. “Dear Great God Garuda, take care...”
“Oh?” Bu Fang’s eyes lit up as he watched Garuda soar into the sky again, bathed in flas. What did an immortal bird an? It ant... an endless supply of ingredients!
The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched, and he threw out another punch. Garuda shrieked again, then he fell silent. A mont later, he soared into the sky once more, bathing in flas... For a mont, the air was filled with Garuda’s shrieks.
A long ti later, the weak Garuda was caught by Bu Fang and thrown into the System’s storage space. From beginning to end, he was filled with only sadness.
‘Dammit... I’m the Great God Garuda, an existence comparable to Hua’s Immortal King! Why am I being captured by soone as an ingredient?! Where the hell did this devil co from? Lord Brahma... Save !’
No matter how Garuda shouted, Bu Fang simply shoved him into the System’s storage space.
The people onboard the fighter jet were speechless.
Down below, Bu Fang walked up to Nethery and sat down on the ground. Foxy was jumping up and down at his side. On the quiet peak of Mount Everest, he built a silver campfire. Then, he pulled out a golden bird wing, removed the feathers, and placed it over the flas.
Chief Luo, Xiao Ai, and even Garuda himself were dumbstruck.
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