Novel Full Chapter 1631 - The White Tiger’s Terms to Yield
Chapter 1631: The White Tiger’s Terms to Yield
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The ground trembled, and the mountains swayed. At this moment, the whole world was watching the battle.
Xiao Ai’s hands were trembling, causing the video to shake constantly. The scene that looked like a super special effect took everyone’s breath away.
Brahma had led all the Gods of India to attack Bu Fang, intending to crush him with absolute strength. Under the horde of strange Gods, Bu Fang’s tiny figure attracted all eyes. Many people felt sad for him, for he had to fight so many Gods alone.
The world seemed to have turned into a cage that was about to bury a peerless genius. Was Bu Fang a peerless genius? He sure was. What he had done had shocked all the people of Hua, and those who were close to him, such as Chief Luo and Xiao Ai, knew very well how terrifying and astounding his deeds were.
He was a heaven-defying existence. However, he was finally going to be suppressed by heaven. The supreme Great God of India, Brahma, was attacking him with an army of Gods. It was a hopeless situation.
“What should we do?” Despairing, Chief Luo looked at the man beside him, who was sent by the agency’s headquarters.
The man only shook his head helplessly. Things had long gone beyond the scope of state-to-state conflict. It was now a war between Gods and Immortals. They were superhumans, but they were still mortals. They could not participate in this war—they were not qualified to participate.
One God after another charged toward Bu Fang, their eyes gleaming brilliantly. In just a flash, terrifying power enveloped him, creating layers of barriers. At the same time, the Gods pressed down fearlessly and surrounded him completely.
The Vedas was still being recited. Texts that emanated strange power suppressed the void and Bu Fang, while golden light poured down like waterfalls, causing the ground to crack into large rifts.
The people down below were all fleeing frantically. There was a saying that when Immortals fought, mortals suffered, and it was being perfectly demonstrated at this moment.
Brahma was counting the prayer beads with his thumb and reciting. A look of hatred came over his face, which made him look ferocious and cruel like the supreme God who judges life and death.
“This man is guilty! He had committed thirty-six crimes, and I now sentence him to death! Kill him!”
A rumbling sound rang out before Brahma could finish talking, and then he felt an invisible wave spread. Suddenly, the Gods who had surrounded Bu Fang were knocked flying away by a mighty force, and even as they tumbled across the sky, their bodies began to shatter.
“Hmm?” Brahma’s eyes narrowed while his mount, the peacock, cried out as if it was a little angry.
A rumbling sound could be heard as the Gods’ bodies were crushed by a mighty force. Bu Fang walked over the air, his Vermilion Robe flapping noisily in the wind as his eyes looked into the distance, gleaming. He took a step, and many Gods were blown apart.
With just one move, he had shattered all the Gods in the sky! He was like a warrior who fought up the stream, crushing everything that stopped him with one punch!
Bu Fang came before White Tiger, reached out a hand, and grabbed the chain. It was cold. As soon as he touched it, a chill that went bone-deep crawled up his arm and spread through him. It was like a chain of hell.
“Tell me… How can I make you yield?” Bu Fang asked directly without beating around the bush.
The arrogant White Tiger cocked his head, snorted, and looked at Bu Fang. He did not say anything but just held his head high.
Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and gave White Tiger a light flick on the forehead. A loud rumble rang out, and a bump appeared on White Tiger’s head.
“Don’t go too far…” Bu Fang said lightly.
White Tiger grunted, turned his head around, and saw Brahma and that enormous peacock behind him…Then, he thought of his black and blue face. At last, he raised his chin and pointed it at the peacock.
“I want to eat peacock meat! That fellow had brutally beaten me while I was weak and trampled my pride. Beat that guy for me and cook me peacock meat… and I will yield and return to you!” White Tiger said. After that, he lifted his chin and snorted proudly.
His words stunned everyone.
“Dammit… It turns out that this little boy is so wild!”
“This is a little guy with character… He’s right. We should always beat those who bullied us!”
“And if we are no match for the bullies, we will look for help… This is how we do things!”
The Internet users exploded into an uproar. White Tiger’s remark made them laugh. From his words, they did not hear his fear of the Gods, and it had relieved some of their fear.
Since even a boy was not afraid, why should they be afraid? Not to mention that they were watching the battle on computer screens. Could those Gods come out of the screens and beat them?
However, they only took the remark as a child’s joke. Although it was shocking and exciting to witness Bu Fang shatter all the Gods in the sky with one punch, they were only cannon fodder sent out by Brahma. White Tiger had asked Bu Fang to beat Brahma and cook the peacock, which was simply an unreasonable request.
However, as all the Internet users watched speechlessly, Bu Fang nodded and said, “It’s a deal.”
“How dare you!” Brahma growled as all four of his faces turned ferocious, and the golden light that shrouded him also faded away. He now looked like a horrible Buddha who had come out of hell, emanating a menacing aura.
“I’m the Great God! You will be punished now, the evil man of Hua!”
Brahma became even more terrifying when he got angry. As a God who was just one step away from becoming an Immortal Emperor, his fury had caused a storm. Dark clouds began to gather, looking so oppressive that it took everyone’s breath away.
“You have to beat that guy and let me eat peacock meat. Otherwise, I’ll rather die than yield! I’m a man with a sense of shame!” White Tiger said proudly. His pride made him hold firm to his core value, and nothing in the world could shake it!
Bu Fang smiled and crushed the chains. “Stay here and watch…” he said.
Did White Tiger have a sense of shame? Although he was arrogant, he knew how far to go and when to stop, or he would not have asked Vermilion Bird for help. Obviously, he understood that he could not escape the fate of returning. However, before he returned, he wanted to act arrogantly once more.
Bu Fang shook his hand and produced the White Tiger Heaven Stove, which gleamed dazzlingly. White Tiger immediately fixed his gaze on the stove, his eyes flickering with a complicated look. Bu Fang gave him a sideways glance.
He knew the fellow was proud, so he would use the stove to wallop Brahma!
“Let’s go!” Bu Fang said. Then, he took a step and rose into the sky, heading straight toward the four-faced Brahma with the stove in hand and his Vermilion Robe flapping noisily.
The stove in his hand was a Divine Artifact, and the Vermilion Robe he wore was also a Divine Artifact. At this moment, Bu Fang was fighting Brahma with the Divine Artifacts that had gathered half of the Earth’s spiritual energy!
Countless people were watching this scene, including those from various powers. After all, all Gods and Immortals were fighting for the Divine Artifacts, and yet they did not know their power. They thought they might be able to witness it today!
Brahma focused his eyes. Each of his four faces had a different angry look. He was still reciting the Vedas, but his tone had changed, becoming fiercer and fiercer.
One character after another fell to the ground with crashes. Brahma was raging with fury, but Shiva, who stood on his shoulder, looked terrified. She thought the Immortal of Hua was going to defy heaven.
As all eyes watched, Brahma’s lips moved faster and faster. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was almost beginning to boil, and thunder rumbled in the sky, filling the world with deafening noises. He looked extremely powerful now.
Bu Fang raised the White Tiger Heaven Stove and viciously smashed it down. The stove whistled as it went toward Brahma’s head. It was extremely fast, so much so that the void was shattered by it! He was the owner of the God of Cooking Sets, so it was only natural that he could use them perfectly.
Rumbling filled the air as all the means Brahma used to block the stove were crushed and destroyed. His expression changed. He stretched out a hand, intending to knock the stove away with a slap, but…
Kaboom!
With an explosion and a flash of light, Brahma’s arm was broken by the stove!
Bu Fang hovered in midair. When the stove flew back to him, he grabbed it, lifted it over his shoulder, and smashed it down once again.
“Watch carefully… I’ll now fulfill your first wish…” Bu Fang’s faint voice rang out. Everyone knew that he was talking to White Tiger.
In the distance, White Tiger hovered in midair, his white hair waving in the wind. His eyes were bright!
“You are too unbridled!” Brahma flew into a rage. He opened his mouths, and beams of golden light shot out of them. These light beams were extremely sharp, and they seemed to cut through heaven and earth as they went straight at Bu Fang.
Bu Fang just gave each light beam a smash with the stove and shattered them in the blink of an eye. Then, he thrust the stove toward Brahma’s head.
All the people were covering their mouths with disbelief and sucking in their breaths. They were shocked by Bu Fang’s aggressive fighting style!
Brahma’s head was enormous, but after Bu Fang struck it with the stove, one of the faces cracked with countless fine lines. For a moment, he seemed to be on the verge of falling off the peacock.
The big bird cried. Its feathers stood up and turned into a rain of feathers, sweeping toward Bu Fang. Each of them looked like the sharpest weapon in the world that could cut through anything.
A feather came at his face. Bu Fang cocked his head slightly to one side and dodged it, but the tip of a strand of hair was cut. He had not started to deal with the peacock yet, and the bird was already so impatient.
He descended and hovered before the peacock, staring at it. The next moment, a bird cry rang out as the Vermilion Bird’s shadow emerged behind him.
The peacock screamed, and the Vermilion Bird squawked. The two birds confronted each other in midair, fighting with their auras. However, the Vermilion Bird was stronger, and in the end…
The peacock spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground listlessly. It had lost the battle of auras, and the defeat had knocked it down.
In the eyes of the crowd, however, Bu Fang and the peacock glared at each other, and eventually, he defeated the big bird with just his gaze!
“Senior is truly fearsome… Even the peacock is afraid of him!”
“Of course! Senior is a food ingredient hunter… Strictly speaking, the peacock is also an ingredient. Have you ever heard of any ingredient that defeated the chef with just its gaze?”
“Why do I have a feeling that all the Gods and Immortals in the world have turned into ingredient suppliers?”
The Internet users were laughing. They felt a surge of relief as they watched Bu Fang unleash his might. It was as pleasant as drinking a mouthful of iced cola on a hot day.
Brahma straightened his body, opened his mouth, and spat out a sword, which shot straight toward Bu Fang.
Holding the peacock’s head with one hand, Bu Fang raised the White Tiger Heaven Stove to counter the sword. The next moment, the sword was shattered by the stove. He then sent out his divine sense, using it to control the sword fragments, which spun and slashed down.
The peacock’s eyes turned red, and it screamed. Soon, the sky was filled with feathers, which were plucked by Bu Fang. It struggled, but to no avail. Bu Fang’s movements terrified it and made it shiver. It seemed to be able to predict its sad end…
Could it be that it was about to be cooked by this guy in front of all the Gods and Immortals? It was the Great God Brahma’s mount! How could this guy eat it?!
Soon, even its tail feathers were pulled out by Bu Fang. The peacock howled miserably, trembling all over.
Brahma flew into a rage. His sword was shattered by the stove, and then the spinning sword fragments cut through the peacock’s body and made it bleed. It was as though he had helped Bu Fang drain the peacock’s blood. He felt his face sting as if someone had slapped him!
‘This guy really dares to cook the peacock into a dish in front of me?!’