1194 Taste My Wok!

A black, cold warship slowly moved through the void, crushing the violent turbulence.

On the deck of the warship stood two figures. One of them had a head of white hair and a handsome face. In his hand, he held a transparent wine glass that contained a crimson liquid. He gently swirled the glass, causing the liquid to lap against the glass and give off a rich wine aroma.

"This Abyssal Demon Wine is truly worthy to be one of the three specialties in the Abyss. It tastes amazing," said Ying Ya as he lightly swirled the wind in the glass with a pleased look. Behind him stood Liu Ya, who wore an expressionless and cold face.

The sound of footsteps rang out through the door that led to the ship's cabins. Then, a few men slowly walked out. Their hairs were white as well. When they saw Ying Ya, they smiled faintly. 

"The taste of Abyssal Demon Wine is certainly amazing. Even the Perfected Qilin Chefs of our Nether Chef Clan enjoy it very much," a handsome man said with a smile.

"The process of making Abyssal Demon Wine is quite complicated. It is said that the best quality demon fruits are handpicked by young and beautiful pure-blooded female Abyssal Demons, crushed, and stored in cold porcelain jars, which are then tied to those young female Abyssal Demons' abdomens to ferment until they come of age so that the wine will absorb the pure fragrance and spiritual energy of young girls. To preserve the pure and original taste, these girls are not allowed to have sex and are even prevented from getting in touch with any male Abyssal Demons," the man said with a tone that held high recommendation for the wine. 

"Moreover, the wine's flavor will elevate if it is poured and served by those young female Abyssal Demons who had the wine tied to them." Ying Ya chuckled and praised the wine as well. Wine-making was an art, and the people who had invented this wine-making method were geniuses. Although he didn't know how to cook, he held great respect for those chefs.

"Do you think the people of the Immortal Cooking Realm will come?" the man walked over, stood beside Ying Ya, and asked. He was also holding a glass of crimson demon wine that looked like blood.

"They will. Though protected by the Immortal Tree, the Immortal Cooking Realm will always be shrouded in uneasiness as long as they don't have their own Divine Chef. Therefore, they cannot ignore this Divine Chef remains." When Ying Ya had finished replying, he took a sip of the wine.

The man chuckled. "It doesn't matter. So what if they come? The Immortal Cooking Realm is full of junks whose cooking skills are laughable. If there is a Chef's Challenge... I'll surely defeat them and make them lose everything," the man said casually and finished his wine in one gulp. "The Immortal Cooking Realm is no longer what it used to be..."

Ying Ya glanced at the high-spirited man and said with a faint smile, "I wish you good luck."

'A dumpling? Did he throw a dumpling at me? What the hell is this guy thinking? First, he attacked with meatballs, and now with a dumpling?!'

Despite the ridiculousness of it all, the half-step Saint didn't dare underestimate this rainbow-colored dumpling after witnessing the scary power of the Explosive Meatballs. Who knew what strange power it might have? 

Golden flames kept bursting out of Foxy's mouth, while Bu Fang gave the half-step Saint a cold sideways glance.

Buzz...

Even then, the dumpling exploded. A brilliant rainbow light filled the sky, illuminating the void in an instant.

"Oh?" The half-step Saint paused, his whole body tensed up as he prepared to defend against the terrible explosion. He waited for a long time, but the explosion he was expecting didn't happen.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He was dazed for a brief moment. Then, he widened his eyes, put down his guard, and was about to thrust his spear to kill Bu Fang.

However, it was at this moment that he found that he couldn't move. After being shone by the rainbow light, he couldn't even lift a finger. Even his spear was frozen in midair.

'What happened?! What did he do to me?!'

Energy rumbled in him as he tried to make his body move, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't move his body. It scared the wits out of him.

'F*ck! What kind of magic is this?!'

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The half-step Saint was terrified. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't move. Nothing was more frightening than something unknown!

Bu Fang looked at the half-step Saint and smiled. Then, he held Foxy up and pointed her at the frozen expert. 

The little fox belched, and smoke drifted out of her mouth. The Explosive Meatball seemed to have jammed. 

"Be good and fire another meatball." The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched as he rubbed Foxy's head and gave her butt a gentle pat.

Foxy's eyes grew wide instantly. The next moment, she opened her mouth and spat a flashing Explosive Meatball, which tore through the void and grew larger and larger in the half-step Saint's eyes… 

BOOM!!!

The half-step Saint's head was blown apart by the Explosion Meatball!

"Oh?!" Bu Fang's eyes shrank. He didn't expect that an Explosive Meatball was enough to kill the half-step Saint. After all, the defense of a half-step Saint was not weak.

'Do Divine Seal Dumplings have the effect of weakening defense?' he wondered.

Suddenly, Foxy trembled and climbed along Bu Fang's body up to the top of his head. With a seemingly blushing face, she stuck her butt up in the air.

Nethery and Meng Qi, who had just killed a Nine-star True Immortal in the distance, looked over quizzically. 

Was that little fox going to poop on Bu Fang's head?! The scene seemed a little too... beautiful to look at! 

Bu Fang's face turned slightly dark, and he was about to take Foxy down from his head when the little fox's body trembled and her aura soared. Her eyes flashed like lightning, and a small protrusion suddenly appeared beside her tail. In the blink of an eye, the protrusion burst, and a fox tail shot out of it, flicking back and forth like a whip and cracking the void! 

Foxy had... evolved! She looked awesome now with two tails!

Bu Fang finally realized that Foxy was not about to poop on his head but to grow a new tail, and he breathed a sigh of relief. If the little fox really pooped on his head, his face would have turned extremely dark. 

After growing her second tail, Foxy jumped back into Bu Fang's arms and looked very excited.

Bu Fang rubbed her head and smiled. After eating so many Explosive Meatballs, this little fellow had finally broken through. With a thought, he produced a few more meatballs. The little fox caught them with her mouth and swallowed them all.

In the distance, the Little Saint sucked in a cold breath.

His subordinate, a half-step Saint, was killed in just a twinkling? How was that possible? Was that boy really that strong?!

Realm Lord Di Tai got excited when he saw Bu Fang kill the half-step Saint. He swept out his kitchen knife and fought even fiercer. A few moments ago, he was being suppressed, but now, he was able to give his opponent a hard time.

The other half-step Saint was terrified as well, and Whitey took the opportunity to punch him on the head, almost breaking his skull apart. Blood spurted out as the half-step Saint moved a distance across the void. 

However, Whitey flapped its metal wings and caught up with him, thrusting the War God Stick into his stomach.

The half-step Saint's eyes grew wide as blood sprayed out from his mouth. He was pushed down through the void, knocking into several Nine-star True Immortals and breaking their bodies apart.

Whitey flapped its wings and smashed those experts, spilling their blood in all directions.

The half-step Saint was somewhat horrified.

'Is this really a puppet? I can't believe there is such a strong puppet in the world save those made by the Nether Puppeteers! But this puppet is different from those Nether Puppets... It doesn't seem to be made from the body of some ancient expert...'

Whitey's mechanical eyes flashed. The next moment, the War God Stick fell into its hand.

BOOM!

Lightning arcs darted out of the stick while thunderbolts fell and wrapped around its body. Then, it pointed out the War God Stick at the half-step Saint.

The half-step Saint roared as Nether energy exploded out of him and turned into a towering knife energy.

"The stick that props up the sky!" Whitey's cold mechanical voice rang through the void.

The next moment, the War God Stick transformed into an enormous pillar that blotted out the sky. With flames burning on its surface and lightning slithering from top to bottom, it then smashed down and crashed into the half-step Saint's attack. 

BOOM!

In a flash, the knife energy scattered, and the half-step Saint also... vanished.

Another half-step Saint had fallen.

All the Nine-star True Immortals present gasped and felt chills run down their backs. Even the Little Saint in the distance trembled and couldn't believe what just happened. 

A few moments ago, a half-step Saint was killed by Bu Fang, and now, another one was killed by a puppet. Why were these fellows from the Immortal Cooking Realm different from what they imagined? 

Realm Lord Di Tai burst out laughing. A knife energy came falling down from the sky and seemed to slash all the void turbulence to pieces. He had gained control over the battle and was forcing the Nether Chef Little Saint back.

The fall of the two half-step Saints filled the hearts of the remaining True Immortal Realm experts with horror and weakened their spirits. They had lost their courage to continue fighting. They were here to capture these people, but in the end, many of them were either killed or injured.

Everyone, including the onlookers in the distance, gasped. They didn't expect that these few experts from the Immortal Cooking Realm would be so strong.

Yang Zheng clenched his fists and felt the difficulty of the task.

'It will not be easy to capture these four people alive. The young man with a little fox, the puppet, and Realm Lord Di Tai... They are all very difficult to deal with, and in the process, the casualties will be huge. Now... I can only hope that the Shadow Demon Clan will seriously injure them. Only then will I have the opportunity to strike...'

Panicked cries rang out as countless people began to flee. With their morale completely destroyed, it was hardly surprising they had been routed. 

While defending Realm Lord Di Tai's attack, the Little Saint growled, "Stop, all of you! I'll kill those who retreated without my permission!"

However, no matter how he roared and shouted, the experts who had lost their spirits didn't stop. They all ran away frantically, stepping across the void. Some were accidentally caught by the void turbulence, which engulfed them in a flash.

The Little Saint roared and stared furiously at Bu Fang. He had failed the task. He had sworn that he would capture them, but he was defeated. It was all because of this young man, his formidable fox, and puppet!

This young man must die!

His eyes were cold, surging with killing intent. The next moment, he let out a long whistle. Vast black Nether energy gathered and forced back Realm Lord Di Tai, and then the Little Saint charged toward Bu Fang.

The void was torn apart. The Little Saint approached in a flash, bringing with him terrible Nether energy and vast pressure! For a moment, the whole world turned to pitch dark!

"Die!"

Bu Fang was holding Foxy, and the little fox shivered in his arms. He focused his eyes, looked at the Little Saint, and took a deep breath. With a thought, a Divine Seal Dumpling shot out from his hand.

Suddenly, several cold steel chains swept out from the pitch-black Nether energy, slithering across the void toward Bu Fang. They were going to pierce him and completely imprison him!

Stepping on the void, Bu Fang slowly moved back with narrowed eyes. His Vermillion Chef Robe burst into flames, turning fiery scarlet as a pair of flaming wings spread from his back. 

"Divine Seal Dumpling... explode!" 

A brilliant white light bloomed and enveloped the Little Saint instantly!

Foxy dashed up Bu Fang's shoulder and tightly clutched at the Vermillion Chef Robe.

With a thought, Bu Fang produced the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, which expanded abruptly as if to cover the whole sky.

The next moment, the white light faded away, and a wok came smashing down toward the Little Saint. 

"The black wok that suppresses the universe! Taste my wok!"