Gourmet of Another World

“Is this really a good idea, Vishnu?”

A faint voice rang out, lingering beside the ears of the God sitting on the divine elephant.

“Don’t worry. Since Earth’s spiritual energy recovered, the power of mortals also contained special ability, which is enough to pose a threat to Gods. Let them weaken this Immortal of Hua first,” the God on the elephant said with a smile.

He had the appearance of a human being, and he wore many gemstones. But his skin was dark purple, and he had four arms, each holding a glinting weapon. The four weapons were a hammer, a sword, a bow, and a seashell. He was Vishnu. Slowly, he raised his head and glanced at the void.

A God riding on a white cow loomed in the void as if he was at some distant place. This God had one face, three eyes, and four arms. His neck was blue, and he had a double personality—one always angry, one compassionate. He was Shiva, an Indian God on the same level as Vishnu.

Obviously, these Gods did not dare to take Bu Fang lightly, or rather, they did not dare to take any Immortal of Hua lightly.

Rumbling filled the air as one shell after another rose into the sky and arced across the vault of heaven like fireworks, dazzling the eyes. Plumes of black smoke snaked upward, reeking of destruction. The ground shook as these shells fell and exploded, sending clouds of dust and smoke into the air.

“Open fire!”

Amid the troops that spread across the plain, a general was shouting. He was clad in a military uniform and holding a pair of binoculars, and his eyes were shot with blood. “Kill that Immortal! We have the most advanced God-killing weapons provided by the United States! We must blow this Immortal of Hua into pieces!”

The general had received a God’s will to intercept the Hua Immortal here. It made the desire to do battle inside him flare up, especially when his army had the advanced technology and weapons imported from the United States.

The recovery of spiritual energy was not a good thing to the United States, which was a superpower of the world. Its history was too short, and its Gods were all lesser Gods. That made it vulnerable before the other major powers, such as Hua.

However, it had the technology. Americans were best at researching technology, and they had developed weapons that could suppress Gods and Immortals. These firearms could break Gods’ defense, suppress their divine power, and even hurt them.

Americans had tested the power of these weapons; they had killed the Gods of their country with these modern firearms. Therefore, they called these firearms God-killing weapons. In fact, what they did was just fill the weapons with a kind of energy.

With his hands clasped behind him, Bu Fang walked through the rain of shells and flames at a steady pace. Bombs landed around him and exploded, blowing up dust and dirt that obscured his figure.

“Kill him!” growled the Indian general.

The air was filled with the rumble of tanks, armored vehicles, cannons, and all kinds of fighter jets. They did not dare to take an Immortal lightly.

With a piercing whistle, a huge shell shot toward Bu Fang at great speed. He slowly raised his head. Instead of dodging, he reached out a hand to grab it. He did not understand where did the God of India find his courage to attack him with firearms.

The next moment, the shell hit his palm and exploded. “Oh?” Bu Fang frowned. He seemed to sense the strange power in the weapon.

“This Hua Immortal must be an idiot! I can’t believe he had the nerve to catch that shell with bare hands!” The Indian general could not help laughing excitedly. He was sure that the shell could rip apart the Immortal’s defense and blow his arm apart.

“The army of India will become the second army in the world after the United States to successfully kill an Immortal! Keep firing!”

Fighter jets zoomed across the sky, showering Bu Fang with missiles and bullets. Tanks rumbled as they moved, shaking the earth. It was a horrible scene.

Xiao Ai, watching from afar, was already trembling all over. “This is so… terrifying…” The tremor made her hand shake as she held the camera. “This is not a movie, but real war! Those shells are enough to destroy an entire city!”

Meanwhile, Hua’s armies emerged along the border at the Himalayas. They were on full alert as they watched the war with horror. It was a battle against an Immortal.

The shell fell and was caught by Bu Fang. A deafening rumble echoed out, and flames engulfed him in an instant. A violent force seemed to rip his divine power and try to burrow into his body. However, he sent out his divine sense and crushed the force into nothing.

“Interesting… This firearm is mixed with a force that can break my defense.” Bu Fang was a little surprised, but he was in no mood to study it further. He did not want to waste time now. He just wanted to rescue White Tiger.

“This Indian God is quite interesting as well. Looks like he is trying to suppress me with the power of these mortals. It is good thinking, but unfortunately…”

The flames dissipated, and Bu Fang stood intact. The hem of the Vermilion Robe fluttered. In its perfect state, the robe’s invincibility had returned.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind him and walked on step by step. Shells, bullets, and grenades kept falling and exploding around him. However, none of them could hurt him. He was not affected at all.

The troops of India watched in horror, trembling with fear.

“This… Is this the power of a God?!”

“Why?! We’re using the most advanced equipment from the United States!”

“Great Lord Shiva, what monster is this?!”

“Pull yourself together! I want fighter jets and their missiles ready to fire! Don’t let him take another step!” the general bellowed his orders. The God and the leaders of the country had commanded him to do his best to stop this Hua Immortal, so he must accomplish the mission.

From the horizon, fighter jets zoomed over and unleashed volleys of bullets. For a moment, the whole sky seemed to be covered by countless fighter jets.

The sight of this made every man in Hua’s armies suck in a cold breath. As they looked at Bu Fang, who was perfectly calm and collected amid thousands of shells and bullets, they felt a moment of trance.

Xiao Ai felt she was going crazy, and her hand that held the camera was shaking. As she filmed, the scene was uploaded to the Internet, and many people were watching the live stream. The sight of a man facing an army was simply shocking.

The viewers were all gasping. They were so shocked by what they saw that they could not say a word. Compared with the previous video, the battle between Gods and Immortals, this was more overwhelming to them. After all, they were more familiar with firearms.

Bu Fang stood still and went no further. He took a deep breath. The next moment, his divine sense poured forth, forming an invisible screen before him.

A humming sound rang out as the falling bullets, shells, grenades, and missiles all froze in midair, unable to advance even for a bit. The loud explosions stopped at this moment, and the world fell silent. The general and soldiers of India all widened their eyes and craned their necks as they watched the shocking scene.

Bu Fang slowly raised his palm, held it against the sky, and clenched it into a fist. At the gesture, all the shells in midair exploded. The vault of heaven turned into a sea of fire in an instant.

Meanwhile, in the United States…

“That’s impossible! India is using our latest weapon capable of destroying the defenses of the Gods! How could that guy be unscathed?!”

“Gods are nothing but stronger humans who have mastered mystical powers! They are human beings too!”

“When the power of a weapon exceeds the limits of the God, it is capable of slaying the God!”

The American leaders watching the battle through unmanned aerial vehicles cried out with disbelief. They had been watching the battle, but the strength Bu Fang had shown terrified them. They could not believe that their weapon had failed to get close to him.

“Ask those experts to find out a solution to this!” The leaders gave out their orders. After developing the God-killing weapon, they felt a sense of urgency again.

The light and flames in the sky faded away. Bu Fang watched indifferently as the Vermilion Robe snapped noisily in the wind. To him, achieving this was something very normal. He took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was closing in on the battlefield.

The tanks and armored vehicles all aimed at him, intending to kill him. However, Bu Fang performed a series of movements next, which took the breath away from many people.

He raised his hand and gently slapped it out. A series of rumbling sounds rang out immediately as the muzzles of the tanks twisted and fell to the ground, the armored vehicles were crushed, and the fighter jets zooming back and forth in the sky were brought down by a mighty force.

The sound of explosions spread across heaven and earth. The army was thrown into confusion, and the general’s heart trembled. “Fire! I want everyone to attack that guy!” he growled, pulling out a gun.

Although the soldiers were scared out of their wits, they still obeyed the order. Everyone grabbed their weapon and submachine guns, screaming, and began to shoot at him. Flames spat from muzzles as countless bullets flew toward Bu Fang. At this moment, perhaps only the weapon in their hands could make them feel safe.

It was a horrible sight. However, what happened next completely turned their perception of the world upside down, causing them to lose their courage to fight again.

All the bullets stopped when they were one meter away from Bu Fang. They stacked on top of those ahead of them and eventually turned into a thick wall of bullets.

“Have you had enough?” Bu Fang’s indifferent voice rang out. The next moment, the floating bullets all fell to the ground and sank deep into the earth.

With his hands clasped behind him, Bu Fang walked up into the air, shaking heaven and earth with each step he took. The world fell silent. Whenever he took another step, the soldiers of India felt the pressure on them increase. In the end, they all lay face down on the ground and could not even move a finger. The pressure had filled them with despair.

At last, Bu Fang stomped his foot in midair. A rumbling sound rang out as an invisible fluctuation spread across the sky. All the soldiers coughed out blood, and their faces turned pale, bloodless.

Alone, Bu Fang had defeated an army!

“Have you watched enough? Are you going to keep hiding at the rear?” Bu Fang said with a cold face.

He glanced at Nethery in the distance. When he saw that she had finished half of the grilled roc wing, the corner of his mouth twitched. Then, he turned around and rested his gaze on the void behind the army, where the illusive God was hiding.

With a flick of his finger, a silver flame shot forward, fell, and burned the void into nothingness. The God hiding in the void, who was riding on a divine elephant and invisible to the naked eyes, was forced to reveal himself.

Smiling, Vishnu said, “Sure enough, the power of mortals cannot stop you. I know what you want… If you want to rescue that white-haired boy, give me the stove and Garuda.”

At the sight of this God, the Indian troops down below became reverent and frantic.

“It’s the mighty Great God Vishnu!”

“God, bless me!”

“Great God, please punish this devil!”

The troops’ confidence was already shattered, and they were terrified.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, was unmoved as he stared indifferently at Vishnu. “Who are you to negotiate with me?” His face was cold, and the corner of his mouth twitched.