Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
How could the marquises of District B let such a lawless chef run amok? In many people’s opinion, they should have taken action long ago. However, it was not too late to do that now.
On the hilt of that long, bloody knife stood a blood-haired woman. All those who saw her were shocked and horrified.
“It’s Marchioness Moti and her Blood Guard!”
I can’t believe it’s Marchioness Moti! This mad chef is dead!”
“She’s a crazy existence who single-handedly slaughtered an entire great universe!”
The nobles were so excited that they were somewhat incoherent. They all looked feverishly at the woman on the hilt of the knife, who was like a blazing flame that filled everyone in District B with hope. The countless Blood Guards were her sharper knife. Wherever this knife was pointed, everything would be annihilated.
In fact, each of the three marquises was very powerful. White-haired Bu Fang could clearly feel the pressure emanating from the red-haired woman, and it took him by surprise.
This woman’s fighting prowess was not weaker than Countess Xia Qiu’s, and her murderous aura was even stronger than the latter. Bu Fang was not too surprised. He knew that, sooner or later, he would encounter such an obstacle if he wanted to fight his way into District A. The Marchioness’s intervention was inevitable.
Marchioness Moti glanced at Bu Fang, then she kicked the hilt. The knife roared and jumped up. With a rumbling sound, the blade cut through the ground and created a deep trench. The ground of District B was incomparably solid, harder than the average star core, but her knife managed to cut through it like tofu.
“So, you’re the crazy chef who wants to start a war with Her Excellency Soul…”
Marchioness Moti grabbed the blood-colored knife with one hand. The blade was as wide as a palm, but its thickness was almost two fingers combined, giving it an unusual heaviness. The Blood Guards behind her, holding blood-colored knives, looked menacing as well. In fact, they were stronger than the rabble who attacked Bu Fang just now!
No one thought Bu Fang could win. The fact that he had defeated the person in charge of the fighting pit proved that he was a fierce fighter, but Marchioness Moti was far stronger than the crone. Each of the three marquises was super fearsome.
He could clearly sense that, too. Any of these marquises should have the strength of a perfected modern-day Heavengod, which was equivalent to the middle to late stage of a Chaotic Saint. And they had accumulated a tremendous amount of Chaotic Energy.
Even Bu Fang did not have the confidence to defeat them. But was he going to retreat? No. He couldn’t retreat. He had said that he was going to fight his way into District A, and he would keep fighting! So what if his opponent was a marquis?
“Howling, kill them all,” Bu Fang said indifferently, putting his hands behind his back in his spirit sea.
As his voice faded away, white-haired Bu Fang threw his head back and roared. “Marchioness? In my eyes, you’re just trash…” he said arrogantly. The next moment, he stomped his feet and rushed out in a flash.
“Has this chef gone crazy?!”
“He’s facing a marquis! What makes this chef think he can fight such a fearsome expert?”
“He’s simply courting death!”
…
Marchioness Moti gave Bu Fang a cold glance and then took a step forward. Chaotic Energy flowed around her. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him, slamming the back of her knife at his hands. In her mind’s eye, she could already see that the blow broke the chef’s hands, even though she only used the back of the knife.
Suddenly, she froze. She saw the chef’s hand turned a little, then darted up along the knife as if he was about to grab her neck and crush it. She shook her wrist. A tremendous force burst out of the knife and knocked him flying away.
White-haired Bu Fang fell in midair. He roared, then rushed at her again. At the same time, the white divine flame quickly covered his palm, turned into a tiger paw, and slapped toward Marchioness Moti.
“You really are an insolent chef. In that case, I’ll behead you and give it to Her Excellency Soul as a present,” Marchioness Moti said coldly. After saying that, she lifted her knife with both hands and brought it down hard.
The world seemed to darken at this moment, while a bloody glow blanketed everything as if to isolate them.
White-haired Bu Fang hovered in midair, squinting around. He found himself in a blood-colored realm. It was filled with powerful sword energy, and every wisp of the energy was strong enough to shatter the stars!
“No one can escape from my sword realm! I will kill you with just one slash,” said Marchioness Moti.
Boom!
In a flash, the realm brightened, and Bu Fang found himself surrounded by countless knives. For a moment, it seemed to him that he was facing death. He raised his hand and tried his best to resist.
After a rapid clanging sound, the countless knives disappeared. Bu Fang’s white hair became somewhat disheveled, and there was a gash on his cheek with blood oozing out of it.
“You are no more than a Saint of the Great Path. I really don’t know who gave you the courage.” Marchioness Moti sneered and shook her head. She could clearly sense Bu Fang’s strength. In her opinion, such strength was too weak.
Even though Bu Fang had increased his strength by some strange means, he was still fundamentally just a Saint of the Great Path. An existence of this level was far from enough to face a Chaotic Saint.
She waved her knife casually, and the blood-colored realm in the sky burst apart.
In the nobles’ shocked gazes, Marchioness Moti stood in midair with her knife over her shoulder, while Bu Fang flew backward and smashed into the ground, creating a large pit.
“Sure enough, the chef can’t continue to run amok as soon as the Marchioness makes a move. Their strength is simply not on the same level.”
Many people breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid that the chef would crush everyone in District B and make it to District A. If that happened, it would humiliate all the nobles of District B. Now, it seemed that the chef was still too weak to stand up against a marquis.
Bu Fang rolled over in the rubble and stood up, shaking the sand and gravel off him. His hair had turned back to black. He looked up at the woman. To defeat her, he might have to be possessed by Qilin. However, he thought it might not be necessary to go to all that trouble.
“You use a knife, and so am I. How about we compete with knife skills?” Bu Fang said indifferently.
The onlookers froze, while Marchioness Moti, hovering in midair, narrowed her eyes.
“Competing knife skills with you?”
The next moment, she burst out laughing as if she had heard something funny.
“I’m a marchioness of Void City. Why do I need to do that with a chef? What qualifications do you have to compete with me? Blood Guards, tear this chef to pieces and kill all his friends!”
Marchioness Moti brushed off Bu Fang’s challenge. Why did she need to compete knife skills with him when she already had the advantage?
Bu Fang paused for a moment. However, the woman’s reaction did not surprise him too much.
At Marchioness Moti’s command, all the Blood Guards roared. A strong bloody aura erupted from them and enveloped the whole sky in an instant. For a moment, District B was shaking violently. The Blood Guards was a regular army, so powerful that it could shatter the void and slaughter all the living beings in a universe.
Bu Fang immediately felt the terrifying pressure. He took a deep breath. Since Marchioness Moti was so aggressive, he thought he did not need to show any more mercy. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
The next moment, his eyes began to flicker with golden light, and his hair was turning purple at a rate visible to the naked eye. At the same time, his aura skyrocketed, reaching a breathtaking level in the blink of an eye!
Marchioness Moti was taken aback by the aura. “His aura…”
At this moment, the hair of almost everyone in the surroundings stood on end. The aura was in no way weaker than that of a duke! No, it was even stronger than a duke! How could this chef still have a trump card?!
Bu Fang opened his eyes. There seemed to be a huge Qilin looking down on the world from behind him. With a shake of his hand, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife fell into his grip. Qilin was supposed to use his ladle, but this time, he chose to use the kitchen knife, for Bu Fang said he needed a massacre, one that would shake the whole Void City.
Qilin, now controlling Bu Fang’s body, glanced warily at the sky. Void City was unfathomable. In fact, he did not approve of Bu Fang’s killing spree here. After all, there was an invincible existence in the depths of the city.
However, Bu Fang was the host. Since he needed a massacre, Qilin would do as he was told!
Whitey and Foxy came to Bu Fang’s side. The Little Fox opened her mouth, and a plume of thick smoke rushed out from her throat. She was preparing a large Soul Demon Meatball. On the other hand, Whitey’s mechanical eyes were shining with seriousness.
However, purple-haired Bu Fang stopped them. He twitched his fingers and made the kitchen knife spin in his palm. After that, he took a step forward.
“Stand behind me, all of you. Watch carefully what real killing is.”
As soon as his voice faded away, the Blood Guards in the sky charged toward him.
Marchioness Moti glanced at Bu Fang. His aura gave her a bad feeling, but she hesitated and did not stop the Blood Guards.
‘He’s obviously just a Saint of the Great Path, but why do I feel something from him that I’ve only sensed from a duke before? This chef must have used some kind of strange trick to try to deceive me…’
At the thought of this, her desire to kill him became even stronger. “Kill him!”
Every Blood Guard drew his bloody sword and closed in on Bu Fang at great speed.
Purple-haired Bu Fang held the golden kitchen knife tightly. Although he was suppressed by the mighty aura of a fearsome army, he remained calm. With the knife in his hand, he walked up to the sky step by step, facing the army of ten thousand troops alone!
The scene shocked the experts of District B, as well as the experts of District C and District A who were watching all this.
“This chef really intends to fight against ten thousand troops alone? Does he know they are the Blood Guards, the most elite force who serves Marchioness Moti?! He’s looking for death!”
There were about ten Saints of the Great Path in the Blood Guards. They were not ordinary saints but experts who could rank in the top ten in the battle for titles. How was Bu Fang going to beat them? Who gave him the courage to fight them?
An ordinary Saint of the Great Path would have trembled just to stand in front of such an army, let alone fight against it.
Purple-haired Bu Fang shook his head. Looking at the approaching Blood Guards, he slowly raised the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, the blade of which was surrounded by a wisp of Chaotic Energy. The next moment, he made a slash.
“Watch carefully… It takes only one slash to kill,” he said coldly.
Bu Fang, possessed by Qilin, looked very domineering at this moment!
With a buzzing sound, the kitchen knife gently slashed through the air. A streak of purple knife energy emerged, spread, expanded, and turned into a huge knife, cutting through the body of each Blood Guard.
A light breeze fluttered the Blood Guards’ robes, and then they all froze in midair.
Marchioness Moti’s pupils constricted abruptly.
Many of the nobles who were watching were confused, wondering what was going on. Was there something odd about the seemingly gentle slash? They did not seem to notice anything unusual about it. Suddenly, a noble with keen eyes sucked in a cold breath.
A subtle clicking sound rang out. Then, all the Blood Guards began to break apart. They were all cut in half with a single slash! A rain of blood began to fall on the entire District B!
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