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On top of the city wall, the Judge's blood-colored robe flapped in the wind. His eyes shone like torches as they fixed on Bu Fang, who hovered midair outside Abyss City. At his order, the law enforcers on the wall moved. They leaped into the air, exploded with terrible power, and rushed toward Bu Fang and Whitey.
Whitey's scarlet mechanical eyes flickered, and its metal wings spread with a clanging noise. In the next instant, it bolted forward with the War God Stick in hand like a humanoid war machine. Lightning erupted from its body, making it look like a thunderbolt itself.
Suddenly, countless spears were thrown at it. Without hesitation, it spun the War God Stick rapidly, stirring up a powerful gust of wind that blew away all the black spears. Then, it shook the metal wings on its back. The sound of metal on metal filled the air as numerous sword lights shot out of the wings, blotted out the skies, and rained down at the law enforcers.
Whitey had held up against nearly a hundred law enforcers. However, there were others who managed to fly past it and headed straight at Bu Fang. In their opinions, the young man was weaker than the puppet who had reached the Little Saint realm, so he must be easier to deal with.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and stood in the void. His expression remained unchanged as he sighed softly. On his shoulders, Shrimpy and Foxy rested their eyes on the law enforcers who were flying over in their direction.
On the wall, the Judge gazed coldly at Bu Fang. A murderous look crept up his face as he ordered, "Kill this boy! Attack!"
Boom!
As soon as his voice rang out, numerous figures soared into the air. Almost all the experts who stayed back in Abyss City had shown up now. Most of these law enforcers were Nine-star True Immortals, and some were half-step Saints. There were only two Little Saints among them, who were the leaders of the two law enforcement teams. However, these two leaders had joined hands to fight with Whitey. The rest all went for Bu Fang.
Staring at the group of men who were charging frantically toward him with savage looks, Bu Fang's eyes suddenly flashed with a blood-colored gleam. The warm blood in him was beginning to boil.
In the next moment, he rose higher into the sky. The striped red-and-white Vermilion Chef Robe turned fiery scarlet, making it look as if he was wreathed in a raging red fire. At the same time, his spirit sea boiled, and waves of energy spread out from the divine will phantom spirit hovering over it, which erupted in an instant.
Bu Fang moved. Like a fiery red arrowhead, he sped through the air and approached the enemies in a flash, holding the Black Turtle Constellation Wok that glowed with an earthy yellow luster.
A half-step Saint, who was charging at Bu Fang, widened his eyes.
Bu Fang's mind flickered, and suddenly, the illusory shadow of a black turtle appeared behind him. It was so huge that it seemed to have blotted out the skies. As the black turtle roared, Bu Fang lifted the black wok and swept it out hard.
The half-step Saint thrust a long knife to meet the wok, but it was knocked flying away.
The law enforcer's pupils constricted. In the next instant, the black wok smashed him in the face with a mighty force. He felt his head almost burst apart, and he heard the bones in his face crack. A jet of blood gushed out of his mouth as he was knocked flying away like a shooting star.
Bu Fang stepped on the void. His Vermilion Chef Robe burned ragingly as if a Fire Vermilion was about to rise from the flames. The flaming wings on his back unfolded, waved, and pushed him forward like a fiery red thunderbolt. His face was expressionless as he held the Black Turtle Constellation Wok in one hand.
This time, he didn't use Foxy. He wanted to defeat the enemies with his own strength. With his divine will, boiling mental force, physical strength, and the God of Cooking Set, his fighting capacity was not weak at all. Although he didn't know any fighting skills, he knew that with absolute strength, he could overwhelm all fancy techniques. He didn't need any skills. All he needed to do was crush the enemies with absolute strength!
No one could withstand his wok!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Carrying the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, Bu Fang crashed into the enemies like a thunderbolt, smashing one law enforcer after another with it. The wok shattered their bones and made them cough blood while tumbling backward.
The city wall rumbled as many of them were thrown onto it, cracking its surface.
Meanwhile, the two Little Saints and Whitey fought each other in a fierce battle. Whenever Whitey swept out the War God Stick, it would stir up a thunderstorm, making the two Little Saints' hearts shiver with fear and forcing them to dodge it. The fight between them was a violent one. Although Whitey was just a One-revolution Little Saint, it had no trouble in suppressing two Little Saints.
Without these Little Saints, Bu Fang was almost invincible among the experts of the same level as him. Every time when he swung out the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, an enemy would be knocked flying away.
He floated in the void. The flaming wings on his back were so dazzling that they made him look like a true god. Suddenly, he threw out the black wok. As it spun across the void, the wok grew larger and larger, until finally it turned as huge as a hill and crashed down toward Abyss City with a tremendous amount of pressure.
"You're courting death!" the Judge growled as he stomped his feet and shot up like a missile. In the blink of an eye, he approached the wok and threw a punch at it.
Dong!
Ripples spread out of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
The wok, which crashed down like a hill, was forcibly pushed back by the Judge. It grew smaller, flew backward, and was grabbed by Bu Fang. Borrowing the momentum, Bu Fang catapulted himself straight toward the Judge.
The Judge was a Two-revolution Little Saint, so his cultivation base was strong. However, Bu Fang planned to face him head-on this time.
A blood-colored stream of light and a fiery red ray crashed into each other.
There was a cold look in the Judge's eyes as he said, "You're merely a half-step Saint! How dare you fight me head-on? You're digging your own grave!"
Boom!
The Judge's aura erupted like fierce waves. The cultivation base of a Two-revolution Little Saint was indeed very formidable. Above his head, two Wills of the Great Path transformed into blood-red dragons, roaring as they swooped down at Bu Fang.
Bu Fang's face was indifferent. He threw out the Black Turtle Constellation Wok once again, but this time, he gave it a slap to make it spin even faster, causing the void to squeak and crack.
RUMBLE!
A violent collision took place in the void, and the wok was knocked flying back in an instant. Bu Fang stood in the void, unmoving. With a wave of his hand, the wok disappeared. Then, a golden ray slashed out through the air, accompanied by a sonorous dragon roar that echoed through the skies. The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife finally made its appearance.
Boom!
Even then, an illusory shadow emerged behind Bu Fang. It was a colossal shadow with its head touching the top of the sky, and it exuded a tremendous amount of pressure that seemed to almost collapse the void.
The shadow was holding a knife. Slowly, the knife slashed down toward the Judge, who was soaring into the sky with the two dragons of the Great Path wheeling around him.
A knife energy was rapidly gathered, and the color of the world seemed to change because of it.
"A slash... Cutting Immortal Style!" Bu Fang cried out softly and made a slash with the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.
The dragons of the Great Path wheeled upward and collided with Bu Fang's attack.
Boom!
A terrible explosion rang out, and the blasts pushed Bu Fang back.
"For someone who possessed the cultivation base of a half-step Saint, you are considered strong. Unfortunately, you have no idea how terrible a Two-revolution Little Saint is!"
The Judge's figure kept shifting through the void, and suddenly, he appeared in front of Bu Fang.
"You've killed Blood Three, and now you have to pay the price with your blood..." he said in a cold voice.
Bu Fang's hair waved in the wind as he said expressionlessly, "Blood Three is not the only one... I'll kill you and the other two Judges as well."
As soon as he said that, he roared. Immediately, Shrimpy turned into a golden stream of light, flew under his feet, and carried him from beneath, making him move even faster. At the same time, Foxy jumped into his arms with terrible energy gathering in her mouth.
In the next moment, a golden beam of energy shot out of the little fox's mouth with a boom.
The Judge's pupils constricted, and his body began to spin rapidly in the void.
In the blink of an eye, the dragons of the Great Path and the energy missile crashed into one another, producing a shocking explosion.
A plume of fire rose into the sky as two figures flew backward in the void.
The Judge rolled in the air and landed his feet onto the wall of Abyss City. The whole stretch of wall sank a little under him.
Slash!
A blood-colored scythe tore through the air, and the Judge jumped up and threw himself at Bu Fang once again. Blood and energy in the air gathered rapidly and turned into a monstrous tornado, while countless illusory shadows of the scythe blotted out the skies.
With Bu Fang on its back, Shrimpy transformed into a golden beam of light and moved at top speed, dodging the Judge's attack. At the same time, Foxy continued to unleash energy missiles, which hit the illusory shadows of the scythe and filled the void with explosions.
The fight turned intense suddenly.
Whitey was fighting the two Little Saints.
Suddenly, its crimson eyes flashed. A Little Saint approached with a fierce attack. Instead of dodging, it took the palm strike with its steel body, which left a deep dent.
However, Whitey took the opportunity and slapped the Little Saint's head with its huge palm, crushing it in an instant. It then rained down all kinds of brutal attacks on his body and smashed him into a pulp.
Before the Little Saint could even shriek, he was killed by Whitey.
The War God Stick shook, and with a slash, it pierced through the body of the last Little Saint and nailed him onto the city wall. In the blink of an eye, Whitey had killed another Little Saint.
Far off, the Judge fighting with Bu Fang was shocked. He didn't expect that a puppet could kill two Little Saints. Suddenly, he saw a rainbow dumpling grow larger and larger in his eyes. That took him aback. With a boom, the Divine Seal Dumpling exploded, unleashing a wash of blinding white light that engulfed him.
"This is..." The Judge was stunned. A moment later, he found that he could no longer move. His body was imprisoned by a terrifying force, and he could not release the energy inside him.
"What trick is this?!"
Even then, Bu Fang approached at top speed with a silver lotus pot in his hand.
The Judge's pupils constricted when he saw the pot. He remembered that Blood Three was killed by the same thing. He could sense a horrible aura of death from that silver pot.
One breath, two breaths...
His eyes grew wide with anger and fear, and he seemed to hear the beating of his heart. However, he couldn't move at all. He could only watch as the young man threw the pot at his chest.
Boom!
With a mighty force, the pot smashed him and pushed him hard into the city wall, which instantly sank with a thud.
In the next moment, a deafening rumble echoed out. The white light that imprisoned the Little Saint swept out in all directions, while a huge white lotus crumbled the wall, sending countless rocks tumbling down to the ground.
Then, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
...
On the other side of Abyss City...
The Great Judge and the army, who were facing the Nether Prison's warships, suddenly turned to look in the direction where the city was being destroyed. They were terrified to see the monstrous explosion.
"What's going on?!" growled the Great Judge as his eyes burst into blood-colored light.
Why was there an explosion in the rear when they were facing the enemy at the front line?
"Attack!"
A roar echoed through the void as the Nether Prison's warships approached. A horrible pressure permeated the air. There was a mighty figure standing in front of each warship, and they were all Great Saints.
"The Abyss is revolting... Those who plotted the revolt will be mercilessly killed!" a cold voice rang through the air.
Boom!
Plumes of terrible energy burst out from the three warships, each transforming into a towering figure that looked down at the Great Judge.
"Three Great Saints... So what? I'll kill you all the same!" The Great Judge burst out laughing. As his hair fluttered in the air, he produced a blood-colored sword, and his aura thrust into the sky as well, turning into a huge blood-red figure that blotted out the skies.
In the next moment, the four illusory shadows of the four Great Saints clashed in the void.
...
The explosion caused by the Perishing Pot gradually dispersed. Inside the mushroom cloud, a bloody and broken figure could be seen hovering in midair. The sound of violent breathing filled the air.
Whitey flapped the wings on its back and flew to Bu Fang's side. Its crimson eyes flashed, and in the next moment, it raised the War God Stick and threw it at the broken figure, piercing his body and nailing him on the wall.
A deep pit was created on the wall.
Bu Fang wore an indifferent expression as he grabbed a teapot and poured some refreshing tea into his mouth.
"The second..." he said coolly.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
With a bang, Whitey was blown away before it could even react. Pieces of steel kept falling off its body as it tumbled across the void and smashed into the ground under Bu Fang.
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