Gungun Subdued a Demon God with His Fist

Gungun was utterly dumbfounded as he watched Demon God Bifang reveal his true form and come flying at him in a murderous frenzy.

A sneak attack? When had I ever sneak-attacked him?

The mighty Gungun was born extraordinary, shining wherever he went. How could a bear like him ever stoop to something as tasteless as a sneak attack? Wrong bear. This bird must have the wrong bear!

Then Gungun's bear body jolted. He hurriedly crouched, pushed off with both legs, and shot up from the Litter.

The next second...

Bam! Bifang stomped down on the Litter, crushing it beneath his foot. Then he raised his head toward Gungun, who had leaped onto a cloud tens of thousands of meters above him, and roared, "What, you don't even have the courage to fight me? Is this all the nerve Ancestral Witch Houtu's battle pet has?"

"Hm?" At Bifang's accusation, Gungun blinked. He wasn't angry, but this bird recognized him, which meant he hadn't mistaken him for another bear. But...

When had I ever sneak-attacked him from behind? I really don't remember anything like that!

"You!" Seeing that the fat bear didn't answer him and instead wore a bewildered, idiotic expression, Bifang grew even more furious.

He remembered it had happened over nine thousand years ago, on the battlefield of the first large-scale war between the Witch Race and the Demon Race.

The four Ancestral Witches, Gonggong, Qiang Liang, Xuanming, and Houtu, had been fighting His Majesty the Eastern Emperor. He, Demon God Bifang, had also distinguished himself in that war, taking on two opponents at once: the Witch Race's Great Shamans Zhenghui and Zhihua.

He had held the upper hand back then, but...

Damn it, something had suddenly slammed into his waist, sending him flying on the spot. He had somersaulted seventy or eighty times through the air and spat out a great mouthful of blood.

And that wasn't all. After he finished tumbling, the sharp-eyed Xingtian had rushed over and landed another punch, leaving him gravely wounded!

Had he not been lucky enough to be rescued by Demon Sage Bai Ze, he probably... would have fallen in that battle.

Afterward, he had asked Demon God Feiyue to use the Taiwei Mirror to examine what had happened and find out exactly what had hit him. It turned out to have been an Iron-Eating Beast.

Yes, the very one Houtu had ridden there-the same one standing before him now!

A sneak attack!

A blow to his waist!

It had wounded him and left him open to Xingtian's punch, nearly killing him!

With such a deep blood feud between them, how could he, Bifang, possibly let it go unavenged?

"Uh, brother bird, I just thought it over carefully, and I really never sneak-attacked you. Besides, isn't this our first meeting? Have you mistaken me for another bear?" Just then, light flashed around Gungun, and he appeared at Bifang's level. Holding a folding fan in one paw, he scratched his head with the other as he asked.

He still couldn't remember ever sneak-attacking this bird.

No, that wasn't right. The mighty Gungun had never done anything as low as a sneak attack.

"Mistaken you? Hah." At Gungun's words, Bifang sneered. Then a cold gleam filled his eyes, and he spread his wings, raging flames rising from his body as he cursed loudly at Gungun. "With that black-and-white, fat and flabby, stupid and witless appearance of yours, how could I possibly mistake you? Enough talk! Today, I'll flay your skin, tear apart your bones, and scatter your soul to soothe the hatred in my heart!"

Boom! With that, he beat his wings and charged at Gungun again.

Fat and flabby, stupid and witless...

At those two descriptions, Gungun's plump face twitched. He lowered the paw scratching his head, and his grip on the folding fan gradually tightened.

People had called him fat before, but!

Never, ever had anyone insulted him so viciously.

He had already said he hadn't sneak-attacked him, yet the bird kept hurling these bear-wounding insults. Did he really think the mighty Gungun wouldn't beat up a bird just because he had a good temper?

I...

"Screw you, you damned bird!" Gungun cursed at Demon God Bifang as he swooped toward him.

Then he pumped his two chubby bear legs and charged straight at him, every step making the clouds beneath his feet shudder violently. "Hya!" Just before they collided, Gungun leaped up, clenched his left paw into a fist, and let a mass of white divine light bloom over it. With a shout, he smashed it toward Bifang.

"Die!" Demon God Bifang roared as well. Raging flames enveloped his single talon as he swiped forcefully at Gungun. Then...

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out. The immense surge of magical power sent countless nearby members of the Demon Race and the Witch Race flying. Sparks scattered everywhere in a spectacle of tremendous proportions.

"Hm? Brother Gungun!" In the distance, Hou Yi, who was locked in fierce combat with Bai Ze, heard the commotion behind him. He looked back, and his brow immediately furrowed.

Demon God Bifang ranked among the foremost of the Demon Race's three hundred and sixty-five Demon Gods. His cultivation had reached the mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal realm a hundred thousand years ago, while Gungun had entered the mid-stage Great Luo realm only ten thousand years ago. Against an enemy like this, Brother Gungun, will you really be all right?

Hou Yi was a little worried.

"Heh heh, Great Shaman Hou Yi, letting your attention wander while fighting this old man isn't a good idea." Bai Ze, who had also noticed the battle between Bifang and Gungun, chuckled.

"Shut up!" Hou Yi turned back and swept his Eight-Direction Sun-Shooting Bow sideways, forcing Bai Ze to retreat. Then his figure flashed as he prepared to finish off Bifang before anything happened to Gungun.

With a hum, the Ten Thousand Beasts Scroll appeared and wrapped around the space Hou Yi occupied. Bai Ze returned, stroking his graying beard as he said, "Great Shaman, this old man is your opponent right now. As for other matters, you'd best... hm?"

He abruptly stopped mid-sentence. Bai Ze's pupils contracted, and he turned to stare incredulously at the place where Gungun and Bifang were fighting.

The scattered flames had vanished, and all the black smoke from the explosion had dispersed. Gungun's fist and Bifang's talon were pressed together, the bear and bird both frozen motionless, as though someone had cast an immobilization spell on them.

But on a battlefield with only two quasi-saints in total, who could immobilize two great immortals at once?

Bai Ze narrowed his eyes and saw through the illusion. In his vision, he discerned something different from what ordinary eyes could see: strands of Great Dao markings were flowing out of Gungun's body, completely enveloping Bifang. This was...

Laws? A quasi-saint! No, not a quasi-saint! Bai Ze thought.

Whoosh! Just then, the sound of something slicing through the air came from behind him. Alarmed, Bai Ze hastily dodged sideways, avoiding the Sun-Shooting Arrow in the nick of time. Then he turned, put away the Ten Thousand Beasts Scroll, and unfurled it again, releasing countless ferocious demon beasts to attack Hou Yi.

Elsewhere.

After using the law of silence to pull Bifang's primordial spirit into the Silence World, Gungun began to exert his strength.

"Hya!" He opened his mouth and shouted, bracing his fist against Demon God Bifang's talon. Though Bifang was nearly ten thousand times his size, Gungun pumped his two chubby legs and ran forward, actually forcing Bifang to move along with him.

Fast, faster-Gungun ran faster and faster, until finally...

He abruptly pulled back his fist, then swung it at Bifang again.

Boom! This time, in an instant, his punch sent Bifang's ten-thousand-zhang demonic body flying. And that wasn't all. Two seconds later, that demonic body began to explode...