Gourmet of Another World

The world was shocked! Everybody was shocked! The live stream was uploaded to the Internet, and countless people were watching it. They all saw the incredible moment!

Vishnu and Shiva were two Great Gods of India. As the mysterious and unfathomable existences in myths, they were supreme and worshiped by countless mortals. However, two such mighty existences were blown apart by Bu Fang, and they did not even have the strength to fight back. Bu Fang had given each of them a punch as if he was bashing some kids.

That caused an uproar among the people of Hua and almost broke the Internet.

“All hail the mighty Senior! Have you seen how he walloped those Indian Gods?”

“As expected, the Immortals of Hua are stronger!”

“Senior will forever be my idol… Let’s see if those Indian Gods would still be so naughty?”

The Internet users went crazy with their comments. They were much more receptive to new things nowadays. With the recovery of Earth’s spiritual energy, everything had changed. Gods and Immortals had descended in many countries, and Earth was no longer the same. However, people were always adapting to the environment, so they gradually got used to this kind of life.

However, when the four-faced Buddha emerged from the clouds in the sky as if hovering above the entire India, everyone was stunned. They felt a sense of fear wash over them. It was a kind of fear that awed them and made them want to worship.

When the Buddha appeared on the Internet, some people even knelt before their computers, shaking with fear. Their arrogance and their laughter were completely shattered as soon as this mighty existence came into sight.

In their eyes, the Buddha seemed like the supreme Lord Buddha. How could they continue to be so arrogant when Lord Buddha manifested himself before them? Buddha was a religion in Hua, and many people kneel to pray to him.

At this moment, the Immortals at Kunlun and Penglai all sensed the four-faced Buddha’s aura. Although Earth had expanded, it was still not too large for Gods and Immortals. The Ancestral Planet was tiny when compared with the Primitive Universe.

“It’s Brahma… He’s a top Immortal King who is just one step away from becoming an Immortal Emperor.”

“That evil man is too unbridled, but he does grow the spirits of the Hua’s Immortals.”

“It’s good that he had come. He can try that evil man’s tricks for us.”

All kinds of Immortals in Penglai and Kunlun were talking to each other. Bu Fang possessed two Divine Artifacts, so they would not let him go easily.

Meanwhile, the Western countries and the United States were watching the battle as well. When they saw the enormous four-faced Buddha that seemed to sit over the whole of India, they all sucked in their breaths.

They were horrified, especially the Americans. They had thought their weapons could defeat Gods and Immortals, and now they finally realized that those true top Gods and Immortals were not someone they could fight against.

Bu Fang looked up indifferently at the huge four-faced Buddha in the sky, who was emitting bright Buddha’s light. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

The white-haired boy, who looked wretched with a bloody nose and a swollen face, was tied up by a link of large, cold chains, hanging in the sky before the Buddha. It was as if the Buddha was silently displaying his power to Bu Fang, who did stop his attack before the boy.

Shiva, who had turned into a woman, looked wretched and horrified. She fled to Brahma’s side in panic, shivering all over. Vishnu could no longer return—he was blown apart by the Immortal with one punch.

‘What level is that guy? A top Immortal King?’ Shiva did not dare to think of Bu Fang as too strong. Fear still filled her. As for the possibility that he was an Immortal Emperor… She did not even dare to think about it. She knew there were Immortal Emperors among Immortals of Hua, but she hoped he was not one of them.

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth slightly as he looked at the arrogant White Tiger, who was still so egocentric even after he was beaten black and blue. ‘This is the White Tiger I know…’

“Dear benefactor… be lenient wherever it is possible,” Brahma said. His voice caused the void to shake, and his aura filled those who sensed it with dread. As he spoke, shafts of golden light and strange-looking Gods emerged behind him, while strange, enchanting music rippled through the air.

“Release this child,” Bu Fang said, staring at Brahma.

Everyone was watching. Along the border at the Himalayas, the armies of Hua were prepared for battle. Standing before them was the strongest Great God of India, an existence many claimed to be the creator of the world.

They did not dare to take him lightly, even though they knew that if Brahma really wanted to destroy them, there was no way they could resist. In today’s Earth, true top Gods and Immortals possessed absolute dominant power.

Brahma looked kindly at Bu Fang. He had one head, four faces, four arms, and he was golden from top to bottom, radiating the light of the Buddha.

“The Buddha is benevolent. You can trade the stove for a lifetime of peace for this child,” said Brahma. His voice was always so thunderous. All the Gods behind him were striking all kinds of poses as he spoke.

Bu Fang stared at Brahma with an expressionless face. “Trade the stove?” He shook his head. In that case, there was nothing to talk about between them. These stupid Gods simply had no idea that White Tiger and the stove were one.

He walked step by step up into the sky, rising higher and higher. “I will not trade with you, and you are not qualified to trade with me… Since you don’t want to release him, I’ll take him back with force…” he said.

Overbearing and arrogant, this was how the world saw Bu Fang. All the people of Hua fell silent, dumbstruck…

Suddenly, the kindly Brahma changed. He spun, and his benevolent face turned into a ferocious face, while the golden light that shrouded him faded away.

“You are full of sin! Sinner, you deserve ten thousand deaths! I now sentence you to death!” A string of prayer beads appeared in his hand, spinning, and a sonorous bird cry suddenly rang out.

The next moment, the ground under the enormous Brahma cracked and burst apart, causing broken stones to fly and shoot in all directions, killing many Indian soldiers. Then, a jade-green peacock spread its wings and rose from amid the rubble. As it emerged, it picked up many men with its beak and swallowed them. For a moment, the air was filled with miserable shrieks.

All the people gasped. The doomsday scenario frightened them. Brahma seated himself on the peacock’s back, his four arms waving in the air. The next moment, Shiva landed on his shoulder. She was still filled with fear inside, but that did not stop her from laughing wildly.

“Kill him, Brahma! Kill him quickly! He has two Divine Artifacts taken from two different spiritual energy sealing points, which means that he possesses great fortune! Kill him and seize his fortune!” Shiva said, laughing.

The peacock spread its wings and rose into the sky, carrying Brahma’s enormous body. Standing before the man and the bird, Bu Fang looked as tiny as a speck of dust.

The big bird then raised its tail and spread it. A fan-shaped tail fluttered behind it, emitting colorful light that dazzled the eye. For a moment, the whole world seemed to turn colorful. The peacock’s strength was extraordinary. Together with Brahma, they possessed power almost enough to destroy the world.

Shiva laughed excitedly. ‘The combined strength of Brahma and the peacock is almost comparable to that of an Immortal Emperor! This Immortal of Hua is dead!’

Meanwhile, the lesser Gods behind Brahma, almost a hundred of them, were striking all kinds of strange poses. At his command, they charged toward Bu Fang. Brahma himself, on the other hand, was chanting the Vedas. As he read the scripture, it materialized and flew out from his lips to suppress Bu Fang.

At this moment, everyone thought Bu Fang was about to be defeated and crushed, for almost all the Gods of India were rushing toward him.

Nethery stopped eating her grilled roc wing, Chief Luo’s palms were sweating, and Xiao Ai’s hand shook as she filmed the scene with the camera.

At this moment, the sky was filled with menacing Gods. Could Bu Fang resist them? None of them had an answer. Since his debut, he had defeated countless experts, and he seemed to be invincible. However, he was facing all the Gods of a country now…

At the Immortal Mountain of Kunlun, a cold female voice rang out, “Come and see me, Empyrean Fairy…”

The mist on the mountain spread as a graceful figure clad in an immortal dress descended from the sky, riding on an auspicious cloud. The lady looked beautiful and elegant. The shadow of a black bird loomed behind her, spreading its wings as if it was about to fly away.

The Empyrean Fairy did not seem to be very respectful of the cold female voice. Although the Queen Mother of the West was the leader of all female Immortals, the Empyrean Fairy’s status was not low either.

“Bring the Empyrean Roc who perches on the Divine Wood to capture that evil man… and avenge the female Immortals of Kunlun,” said the Queen Mother.

The Empyrean Fairy looked up slightly and nodded in silence. The next moment, she slowly rose into the sky, stepping barefoot on the auspicious cloud. At the same time, a melodious bird cry echoed out. A huge bird emerged on the horizon, spread its wings, and in just the blink of an eye, it came to the Fairy’s side.

It was the Empyrean Roc. Retracting its wings, it landed on the Empyrean Fairy’s shoulder like a hawk. With a gentle smile on her face, the Fairy played with the bird for a while, then turned to look into the distance.

“Let’s go.” The Empyrean Fairy nodded at the Queen Mother of the West.

The roc spread its wings and vanished with the Empyrean Fairy. No one in the world could fly faster than a roc. In just a flash, they had gone far.

Sitting cross-legged in midair over the Immortal Island of Penglai, the Daoist with a colorful ring of light behind his head raised his hand and performed divination with his fingers. Then, he said in an indifferent voice, “Come and see me, True Lord Erlang.”

No sooner had his voice faded away than a dog bark echoed out from the void. Gradually, a man emerged out of nowhere, holding a smart-looking black dog. He wore a golden crown, and his face was fair and clean. There was a third-eye on his forehead, which gleamed sharply.

“Go and bring me the head of that evil man…” said the Daoist.

The man holding the black dog smiled gently and nodded. With a stomp of his foot, an auspicious cloud appeared. He stepped on it and sped away in a flash.

The Immortals on the island all looked somewhat excited. “True Lord Erlang is just one step away from becoming an Immortal Emperor! He will definitely kill that evil man!”

Along the border at the Himalayas, all the people were breathing rapidly as they watched the scene in the distance.

Countless Gods were charging toward Bu Fang with weapons in hands. Brahma was chanting ‘Vedas’, which materialized and was pressing down on heaven and earth. It seemed that Bu Fang had fallen into a desperate situation in just the blink of an eye, surrounded by a sea of killing intent.

The egocentric White Tiger raised his head. At this moment, he could not help but pay close attention to the battle. He could sense a familiar aura in Bu Fang.

In the face of the giant peacock with its tail spread, the approaching Gods, and the pressure from the scripture, Bu Fang stood straight like a spear in midair, unmoving. Brahma had condemned him and was reading his sin, but he just twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Since there’s nothing to talk about between us, I’ll just… kill all these Gods in the sky.” Bu Fang’s voice rang out, resounding throughout the world and stunning everyone.

Suddenly, a sonorous bird cry echoed out, and then a Vermilion Bird bathed in flames emerged behind him, spread its wings, and rose into the sky. Bu Fang stood on top of its head. With the Yin and Yang energy swirling around his Taotie Arm, he threw a punch toward the Gods in the sky and the golden scripture.

Although he was tiny when compared with the foes, he showed no fear and he did not dodge. Instead, he threw out a punch to bash the Gods and Buddha!