A dumpling exploded in front of the Little Saint, sending a rainbow-colored glow and a strong aroma to envelope him. The glow flashed and flickered, turning into a blinding white light that was impossible to look straight into.
The bright light confused the Little Saint.
'A cover-up technique? At our levels, this boy still used such a despicable technique?! What a rascal!'
He gave a furious roar, then scattered and rushed out of the white light.
Several chains slithered across the dark void, filling the air with a rattling noise and shaking the void. Ripples spread as they sped toward Bu Fang to wipe him out completely.
Bu Fang floated in midair as the Black Turtle Constellation Wok kept growing larger and larger. Although his face had always been serious, there was no mistaking the severity of his expression this time.
A Divine Seal Dumpling infused with the Imprison Gourmet Array could paralyze an enemy. However, the stronger the enemy, the weaker the effect. It could imprison a half-step Saint for a dozen breaths, which was long enough for Bu Fang to carry out brutal torture. However, when the target was a Little Saint, the duration was shortened to only three breaths. Therefore, Bu Fang couldn't waste any time. Once the Little Saint came to his senses, it would be difficult for Bu Fang to deal with him.
So he lifted the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and smashed it down.
"How dare a mere Nine-star True Immortal fight against a Little Saint... You have no idea what death means!" The Little Saint sneered, his voice resounded through the void.
In the distance, Realm Lord Di Tai smirked and crossed his arms against his chest. If it were in the past, he would have worried about Bu Fang, but not now. He had witnessed with his own eyes how Bu Fang killed a Little Saint with a Dried Pot. Even he couldn't figure out this young man's trump card.
'This little chef is simply a monster!'
So he crossed his arms and watched, waiting for a chance to sprinkle salt into the Little Saint's wound.
The next moment, the Little Saint's eyes focused and his mind stagnated. He found that he couldn't move as if he was imprisoned by an invisible force, and even the defensive power swirling over his skin had disappeared. Energy surged, and blood boiled in him. However, no matter how he tried, he couldn't break free of the imprisonment.
'What technique is this? Is it because of that dumpling?'
He figured it out instantly. Just now, he had sensed a strange fluctuation from the dumpling. It was the fluctuation of the Will of the Great Path!
'That's right! The dumpling contains the Will of the Great Path, and that's why it can imprison me! The technique of infusing the Will of the Great Path into food... I've seen this before!"
Although he was not a Qilin Chef, as a Little Saint of the Nether Chef Clan, he was lucky enough to witness a dish cooked by a Divine Chef of his clan. That dish... also contained the Will of the Great Path!
The Will of the Great Path was extremely mysterious, and the Sacred Realm was a process of enlightening it.
'This little chef is just a Nine-star True Immortal, so how did he manage to understand the Will of the Great Path?!'
Incredible!
Suddenly, the Little Saint's eyes shrank, and he felt as if his heart were being held in a huge hand. The next moment, his eyes grew wide, and then he saw everything in front of him turn black. A huge black wok was growing larger and larger in his eyes. He could see the mysterious patterns carved on its surface and sense it's spine-chilling energy fluctuation...
"I..." He couldn't move, and there was a burst of despair in his heart.
One breath, two breaths... Before the third breath, a black wok smashed down hard, crashed into his face, and twisted his facial features.
The sound of bone breaking rang out. The Little Saint's tough bones and glinting skin were twisted by a wok in an instant, which continued to crash down with mighty power.
He felt a wave of terror. It felt like real death. It had been many years since he had that feeling, and it suffocated him.
"GET LOST!"
All of a sudden, the Little Saint felt the power that imprisoned him had disappeared, and his blood and energy surged instantly. His expression changed. Even his chains could move now, and they smashed onto the black wok. The impact filled the air with a loud clanging noise, which spread out into the void like ripples.
Without hesitation, he sped backward like a missile, his face covered in blood and looking ferocious.
In the void, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok shrank rapidly and flew back into Bu Fang's hand. Bu Fang gave a soft sigh. He still couldn't accurately count the three breaths.
'I've failed to kill this Little Saint with one wok strike. It seems I need to practice more.'
Realm Lord Di Tai sucked in a cold breath. He had been thinking very highly of Bu Fang, but he never thought... Bu Fang could force back a Little Saint without using a Perishing Pot. How did he accomplish that?! The Little Saint's body seemed to have frozen for a brief moment just now... What technique was that?
The experts who were watching from a distance were also gasping.
A Nine-star True Immortal nearly killed a Little Saint?!
Was there such a monster in the world?
The gap between the Nine-star True Immortal Realm and the Sacred Realm was like the gap between heaven and earth. After all, the difference between the two realms was the understanding of the Will of the Great Path.
This was terrifying!
The Little Saint flew backward, his chains broken into pieces, and his miserable howl resounded through the void. His face was covered in blood, and half of his head caved in after being smashed by Bu Fang.
"Damn it! Damn it!" He flew into a rage, covering the caved-in head with one hand and growling continuously as terrible killing intent exuded from his body.
Realm Lord Di Tai narrowed his eyes. Seeing this opportunity, he struck instantly. His golden armor bloomed with dazzling light as he bolted toward the Little Saint.
"You're the one who's damned!" the realm lord said coldly, his voice filled with killing intent. A golden knife light emerged and slashed down at the Little Saint's head.
"You want to kill me?! You, a half-baked Little Saint from the backward Immortal Cooking Realm?!" cried the Little Saint as blood trickled down from his caved-in head.
Little Saints had extremely strong vitality. Although half of his head was smashed in, he wouldn't die. As for Great Saints, their vitality was even stronger. Their blood and flesh contained vast life force, so even if they were completely wiped out, they could still be resurrected with just a drop of blood. Of course, a Great Saint like this was already an invincible existence in the Great Saint Realm.
Stepping on Shrimpy, who glowed goldenly, Bu Fang shot forward and came not far away from the Little Saint.
"Let me help you," he said coolly. He flipped his hand as the golden thunderbolt that was Shrimpy brought him in front of the Little Saint in a twinkling. Now, he was less than one meter from the Little Saint's face.
The Little Saint widened his eyes and stared at Bu Fang, his killing intent surging. "You're courting death!"
"Courting death?" Bu Fang's face was cold and expressionless. Then, he raised his hand, revealing a dumpling floating in his palm.
The Little Saint's heart shook at the sight of the dumpling.
'F*ck... not again?! Can he not be so annoying?!'
Boom!
The dumpling exploded. A rainbow-colored glow blasted out once again and engulfed the Little Saint, causing his violent aura to become stagnant. Before the blinding light flooded over him, a desperate look could be seen on his face.
'I won't eat dumplings again for the rest of my life! Perhaps not even in my next life...'
Realm Lord Di Tai's eyes were bright. 'Is this a new gourmet weapon?! The little boy Bu Fang has created another new toy?! It looks awesome!'
He didn't slow down. A bolt of lightning smashed down and hacked the Little Saint's body in half. It was so easy that Realm Lord Di Tai thought he was cutting through a Nine-star True Immortal. 'Why is his defense so... weak?!'
The Little Saint was very aggrieved. He was imprisoned twice, both when he was about to attack. And when he was imprisoned, his defense was weakened by at least seventy percent. His defense was very strong, but it became useless the moment the enemy's attack arrived. Only those who had experienced this could understand his desperation.
The Little Saint was dead, and a terrible explosion erupted. The energy contained in a Little Saint was extremely powerful, and they spread like an enormous ripple.
Bu Fang's face was slightly pale. After using three Divine Seal Dumplings in a row, he felt that his mental force seemed unable to support any more attacks. Although his mental force had reached the half-step Saint realm, it was still not strong enough.
The Divine Seal Dumplings were not as scary as Perishing Pots, but their consumption was huge as well, causing his mental force to be almost fully depleted after using three of them.
The Nether Chef experts who joined the attack had either died or fled. Some were devoured by the void turbulence while fleeing, shrouded in despair.
The ambush was a complete failure.
Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
With just four people, they had defeated an army led by a Little Saint of the Nine Revolution Nether Chefs Clan. Even the Little Saint was slain! This was... terrifying! When did the experts of the Immortal Cooking Realm become so formidable?!
In the distance, Yang Zheng took a deep breath with a grim look on his face.
His subordinate gasped and asked in a trembling voice, "My... My lord, are we still going to attack?"
Those experts from the Nine Revolution Nether Chefs Clan were not weaker than their team.
"Wait... The Shadow Demons are moving! That young man's face looks pale. His mental force should have depleted... Right... How could there be no price to pay for an attack that could kill a Little Saint?!" Yang Zheng's eyes lit up. He knew that without the young man's help... these people of the Immortal Cooking Realm were nothing to be feared.
"We'll strike when the Shadow Demons scatter the four people and capture them alive... No! We'll only capture that young man... He is the one the Great Saint wants!" Yang Zheng analyzed instantly.
Suddenly, Yang Zheng was struck dumb, and his subordinate also looked into the distance. Their pupils shrank at the same time. What they had just seen made their faces turn pale, and they couldn't help but curse...
Bu Fang's face was pale, and he looked somewhat weak. The scene had given the experts from the Shadow Demon Clan, who had been waiting in the distance, an opportunity.
The warship rumbled and crossed the void in an instant, crushing through the void turbulence. A Little Saint stood at the front of the warship with his eyes gleaming.
"Do you still have the strength to resist? Surrender now..." A deafening voice rang out and resounded through the whole void.
"Young Master Ying Ya knows that you will come, so he ordered us to lay in ambush here... You've defeated the Nether Chef team and used up all your tricks. What other means do you have to deal with us?" the Little Saint of the Shadow Demons said seriously.
His words were not only meant for Bu Fang and his companions, but also for Yang Zheng and the others, who were watching in the distance and waiting to take advantage of the situation. He knew Yang Zheng was waiting for the right time to strike, but he was sure that he could force them back by mentioning Young Master Ying Ya's name.
Yang Zheng did have some fears of the name.
Realm Lord Di Tai's expression changed. City Lord Meng Qi's face was deathly pale as well, bloodless. They felt a burst of despair at this moment.
"Let's run..." the realm lord said helplessly.
He was already feeling a little tired. Although he wanted to fight, he knew that they didn't have the strength to fight a team that was still in its perfect form. Besides, he saw that Bu Fang's face was also very unsightly, an obvious sign that he had reached the limit.
"Run?" Bu Fang frowned and gave Realm Lord Di Tai a look. "Where can we run to in this place?"
That gave Realm Lord Di Tai a pause. If they were to run now, they could only become prey. He smiled bitterly and thought that he was too naive. 'Is this the end of it? I haven't brought the Immortal Cooking Realm to its glory...'
"Well, it looks like there's no other way..." Bu Fang sighed. He glanced at the huge warship and twitched his mouth. Then, he took out a teapot, lifted it high up, and poured some Nine Revolution Great Path Tea into his mouth. The refreshing and aromatic tea went down his stomach as the Adam's apple at his throat bobbed up and down.
At this moment, Bu Fang felt a sudden joy. He was drinking tea in the face of ten thousand enemies and showing no fear at all! Maybe this was the feeling of... showboating!
His face turned red as the tea entered his throat, and his spirit sea surged with the roars and cries of a dragon, a tiger, a bird, and a tortoise. The next moment, his mental force exploded out!
A silver glow bloomed in his palm, and then everyone saw a brilliant Perishing Pot hovering in his hand.
While holding a teapot in one hand and a Perishing Pot in the other, Bu Fang faced the approaching warship fearlessly. At this moment, he was in high spirits!
Realm Lord Di Tai threw his head back and laughed. He was extremely excited.
Nethery's black eyes stared at Bu Fang, gleaming. Meng Qi beamed with bright eyes as well.
The warship crashed through the void turbulence and approached.
"Die!" A cold, merciless voice rang out from the warship, sounding like the voice of death.
Bu Fang flicked his finger. In the blink of an eye, the silver glow in his hand sped away, streaking across the void like a silver shooting star toward the enormous warship.
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