Liu Bing ended his conversation with Nuwa right away. He was genuinely afraid she might suddenly come out with something outrageous. The first time they met, she'd said he had lust but no guts, and even later, whenever they crossed paths, she'd often made suggestive remarks out of the blue.
After all, she was an old monster who had lived for countless years...
Liu Bing felt someone slap him on the back of the head. The next moment, he was sent flying like a streak of light, slapped right off the planet where One-Punch Man was set. Along the way, he smashed through who knew how many stars.
Once he steadied himself, he looked around at the starry sky, feeling a little speechless. He didn't dare complain anymore.
Nuwa's voice rang in his ears. "I don't mind you gossiping about me, but if you dare call me an old monster, I'll slap you to death."
"Weren't you the one who joked about being an old hag?" Liu Bing muttered.
"Heh. I can joke about myself if I want. Do you even know what self-deprecation is? If you take it seriously, you lose."
Liu Bing cleared his throat. "Got it, got it. You're not old. You'll be seventeen forever."
After flattering her for a while, Liu Bing realized Nuwa wasn't responding, and finally relaxed. He rubbed his head. That slap had really packed a punch. It had left him stunned, but not hurt.
After musing for a moment, Liu Bing took a step and reappeared beside Fubuki.
Fubuki stared at Liu Bing in bewilderment. "Where did you just go?"
She'd thought Liu Bing had left. He'd vanished without warning, and she'd only faintly heard a crisp slap.
It never would have occurred to her that someone had slapped Liu Bing all the way into space.
"Oh, I went to take care of that never-ending fight up there," Liu Bing said, casually making up an excuse. He then reached out and grabbed the bald guy and the fellow covered in black, keratinous armor, one in each hand.
Fubuki blinked, dumbfounded. Her expression seemed to say, "You're really going to lie to my face like that?"
She'd seen it clearly: the fight above them had still been going on before Liu Bing reached out to grab them. It only stopped after he did. So when he vanished, he definitely hadn't gone to take care of the fight like he claimed.
But Fubuki didn't call him out. It was better to see through an excuse without exposing it—that way, she wouldn't get hit.
Liu Bing was so strong that who knew what he might do if he got mad? The worst part was, she couldn't fight back.
Compared to Fubuki's inner thoughts, the two men in Liu Bing's hands had much simpler reactions.
Both of them had the same thought: What the hell?!
Mo Fan stared at Liu Bing in shock. He was certain this guy shouldn't exist in the One-Punch Man world. He called out to his system in his mind. "System, what's his strength? How could he grab me and Saitama in an instant?"
[Beep! Target's strength: True Immortal...]
[Beep! Immortal-level entity from the Forbidden World detected. Temporary mission initiated: eliminate the target at all costs.]
[Beep! Divine Descent request sent to the Main System.]
[Beep! Request approved. Host will become a temporary vessel, and the system will become a temporary reserve of divine power. All system functions will shut down. Divine Descent commencing!]
"Hey, System, what are you talking about? What do you mean I'm becoming a vessel?" Mo Fan was confused. Something felt wrong. The deity was going to use his body as a vessel without even asking for his consent?
And what was a True Immortal? Were there fake immortals? Was this guy really that powerful, that the system had to call in outside help?
As Mo Fan stood there, bewildered, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Mortal, it is your honor to serve as my vessel. I hope your body can hold out for a while."
"What the hell? System, you're actually trying to take over my body!" Mo Fan cursed aloud. But the next instant, he lost consciousness. His will had been erased the moment the deity descended.
Liu Bing frowned as he looked at the Mo Fan in his hand. He'd already sensed that something was wrong. This guy had been hijacked.
Without hesitation, Liu Bing tossed Saitama aside and turned to Fubuki. "I've got something to deal with. I'll come back and take care of your situation later."
With that, Liu Bing vanished on the spot, Mo Fan in tow.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Bing reappeared in the vast, boundless depths of space.
At the same time, Mo Fan, who Liu Bing had been holding, completed his Divine Descent. His body gave a violent shudder, and he broke free of Liu Bing's grasp.
Then Mo Fan drifted aside and stopped in the void of space. His calm eyes fixed on Liu Bing with detached indifference.
Mo Fan had escaped his grip, but Liu Bing showed no surprise. Instead, he examined the other man with interest.
After a moment, he finally asked, "Are you from the System Clan too?"
Though Liu Bing looked relaxed, he'd been carefully monitoring the changes in Mo Fan's body the whole time.
He'd sensed a terrifying amount of source energy within the man. It had originally belonged to the system inside his body.
But the system seemed to have disintegrated on its own just now. Then a terrifying will had descended into the body and erased its original will in the process.
Of course, Liu Bing hadn't interrupted the descent. After the system disintegrated, its source energy had become pure, saving him the trouble of taking the system apart himself.
More importantly, that will's descent had increased the amount of source energy. If not for that, Liu Bing would've crushed this guy the instant the descent began.
"You're confident," Mo Fan said, sensing Liu Bing's unruffled air. A hint of mockery showed in his eyes.
He'd seen and killed far too many people who'd become overconfident after gaining power. He'd thought he should be more cautious with someone from that place.
Now it seemed there was no need.
The moment Mo Fan finished speaking, Liu Bing felt the space around him become completely sealed. Then it shattered. The guy was clearly trying to grind Liu Bing to pieces by breaking space apart.
Liu Bing was speechless. Playing with space? It was already useless against those at the Void Refinement Realm, and this guy was using it against an Immortal Realm cultivator like him.
But the next instant, Liu Bing felt as if he'd been slapped in the face. Streams of chaotic, void energy surged out of the shattered space and rushed toward him.
Now Liu Bing understood. The guy wasn't trying to attack him by breaking space—he was trying to drown him in chaotic, void energy.
Without the indestructible nature of Golden Immortals, anyone below that realm would be instantly assimilated into chaotic nothingness if exposed to the energy. Even their souls would be annihilated.
Unfortunately, Liu Bing wasn't afraid of it.
As the chaotic, void energy rushed toward Liu Bing, the phantom image of a bell appeared around him.
"The Eastern Emperor Bell!" Mo Fan's eyes widened in shock. How could something like that be in the hands of a mere Immortal Realm cultivator?
"Heh heh, surprised? Didn't see that coming, did you?" Liu Bing chuckled. He didn't explain that this was actually the Chaos Bell, given to him by Pangu himself—not the Eastern Emperor Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's possession.
In the Primordial World, the Chaos Bell and the Eastern Emperor Bell were two entirely different things. They weren't even in the same league.
Why had Liu Bing served Pangu as both cook and housekeeper? Wasn't it all to get a few perks?
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