Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 428 - 189 The Assault of the Gods_2

Chapter 428: Chapter 189 The Assault of the Gods_2

His speed was incredibly fast, like a tank shell shot out; in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of the artistic youth.

Swoosh!

The scimitar brought out a streak of silver light, furiously chopping down toward the head of the artistic youth, and in that moment, it seemed as if space itself was split open.

The artistic youth didn’t dodge, looking at Zhang Heng with composed eyes, he simply extended his right hand, as if swatting a fly, and casually waved.

His motion was casual, but when it landed on Zhang Heng, it was like being struck full force by an invisible giant’s arm; his body suddenly flew out.

Bang!

Zhang Heng flew several dozen meters and smashed into a wall.

Ugh!

Zhang Heng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Holy shit!"

Fei Xiao felt his scalp tingle. How strong Zhang Heng’s combat power was, he knew very well, yet now he was slapped and sent flying?

Fei Xiao looked at the artistic-looking youth, dumbfounded. What was this guy’s background?

Could it be Dragon Level?

"Captain!"

Wu Zhaokun and the others were horribly shocked, all springing into action, pouncing toward the artistic youth.

"Don’t go over!"

Zhang Heng anxiously called out; his own men were no match for that youth.

This shout aggravated his wounds, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, his chest and abdomen in even more pain.

The artistic youth looked at Wu Zhaokun and the others rushing towards him, took a deep breath, and the amount of power was so great that many wisps of white air could be seen surging into his nostrils; his lungs also instantly swelled, and then the next moment, he exhaled.

Whoosh!

Colorful air sprayed all around, Wu Zhaokun and the others were like splashed with overturned dyes, instantly colored.

The next moment, the artistic youth swung his right hand as if wielding a brush to fling ink, painting a picture scroll.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wu Zhaokun and the others were knocked to the ground by an invisible giant hand, unable even to come close to the artistic youth.

"Run!"

Zhang Heng roared.

Too late!

After striking those people, the artistic youth flipped his right hand downward and fiercely slapped it towards the ground.

Bang!

A middle-aged man from the third division was directly flattened and imprinted onto the ground.

Everyone’s faces turned pale, with a few of the more cowardly instantly losing bladder control.

This scene was too abrupt and too bizarre, with a living person now looking like a floor sticker.

What was more terrifying was that he wasn’t completely dead yet, as his eyes could still move, but he was clearly stunned.

No help for it, anyone who was beaten from the three-dimensional world into the two-dimensional world would be like this.

"Holy shit!"

Fang Tianhua blurted out, how were they supposed to fight this?

He knew the strength of the members of the third division, yet now, they couldn’t even touch a hair on the opponent.

What is called a crushing situation?

This was it!

It was as if the artistic youth had done a trivial thing; his right hand constantly slapped!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With every slap, someone disappeared, imprinted on the floor, and because of the oil paint he had sprayed, this human body sticker seemed heavy with ink, extravagantly beautiful.

"Xiaobai!"

Hua Yue Yu leaned in and grabbed his clothes.

Kim Myungjin felt today was his end!

Asiba!

Regretting not having rolled in the sheets with Oppa!

"Is this Divine Grace?"

Gu Qingqiu took two steps forward, wanting to have a closer look at the human body stickers on the ground.

Because of her action, the artistic youth looked over.

Everyone’s skin on their backs tightened instantly as if they were being stared at by a top predator, an inherent ecological fear.

"Hm, an interesting woman!"

The artistic youth appraised Gu Qingqiu. "Why don’t you learn painting with me?"

"Sorry, I only appreciate and don’t paint!"

Gu Qingqiu shook her head.

Zhang Heng’s men, who had rushed forward, got away temporarily due to the artistic youth’s conversation with Gu Qingqiu.

They rushed together to Zhang Heng’s side, attempting to huddle together.

"Do you find the paint too dirty? Is painting too tiring?"

The artistic youth asked.

"No, in my view, painting, animation, film, literature, and so on, they are all forms of expression. A work created by an interesting person is intriguing and worth appreciating!"

Gu Qingqiu shrugged her shoulders. "I’m too ordinary. What I express isn’t of any value to be appreciated by others."

"You think you’re ordinary?"

Little Merperson was shocked. This girl was still able to talk calmly with the artistic youth even after seeing him slaughter so brutally...

Her mentality was definitely not normal.

The artistic youth applauded; Gu Qingqiu’s words greatly endeared her to him: "Anyone who can speak like that is definitely not ordinary; maybe you just haven’t noticed your own special qualities yet!"

"I’m so lucky today, to have met another interesting girl!"

The artistic youth smiled slightly. "You can go now!"

"Another?"

Gu Qingqiu raised an eyebrow. "May I be so bold as to ask, what about that girl before made you think she was interesting?"

"That was a girl who could climb to the pinnacle in the field of painting!"

The artistic youth spoke with envy. "Talent like this, you’re either born with it or you’ll never have it in your lifetime."

"I agree!"

Gu Qingqiu nodded.

For instance, Li Bai, people thousands of years later would still be shocked by his poetry, unable to understand how he came up with it.

"Qingqiu, hurry and go!"

Xia Hongyao urged, under these circumstances, clearly, it was best to take any chance for survival.

"Why should I go when something this interesting is happening?"