1254 All the People Present Are…Rubbish!

Void-shattering blast was an ingenious offensive method created by Vajra Realm experts. It used pure physical force to compress the air to the extreme, making it contain destructive pressure before releasing it to bombard everything. This couldn't be done by ordinary Little Saints. Only Vajra Realm experts could do it.

It was not simply compressed air, but an explosive energy that contained countless energies in the air, which were compressed to an extremely small size. Therefore, when it exploded, it produced enough energy to destroy everything.

RUMBLE!!!

Everyone was stunned. They could only see a fury of energy raging in the arena.

Commander Mo Yuan struggled. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to do. He had promised Prison Overlord You Ji to take care of this little chef, but in the face of this attack, he hesitated. He could only watch as the guy was devoured by the Void-shattering blast.

"Alas… Forget it. This boy is destined to die here. He shouldn't have provoked Yi Zhu to the Explosive Body state." Commander Mo Yuan sighed and felt a little helpless. Bu Fang's attitude was really annoying. He wasn't as strong as his opponent, yet he behaved so wildly, and that made Mo Yuan a little uncomfortable.

The strong had the pride of the strong, and the weak must have a clear estimation of oneself. 

Bu Fang was only a half-step Saint, but he was so arrogant as to provoke a Little Saint and keep calling his opponent weak. He shouldn't be so cocky! Therefore, Mo Yuan felt that he deserved to be killed. 

The audience became very quiet as they looked at the energy-enveloped arena in silence. Suddenly, the Vajra Realm contestants cheered. They were extremely excited.

"That punk is finally dead!"

"Who asked him to provoke brother Yi Zhu? He deserved to be killed by the Void-shattering blast!"

"Vajra Explosive Body is a technique with supreme power. It's almost invincible among One-revolution Little Saints!" 

The excited cheers of Vajra Realm contestants roused the rest of the audience from their shock. They all breathed a long sigh, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

"That annoying guy is finally beaten to death…"

"He's too cocky. He's totally different from before."

"Is he sick?" 

The sound of heavy breathing echoed out in the arena, and the raging energy slowly dissipated. There was only one figure left in the arena. He was red all over, and from his skin, one could see the boiling blood flowing through his body. He looked like a fiend.

"You're dead at last! That's the consequence of angering me!" Yi Zhu grinned with a ferocious look, his body heaving rapidly. In the Explosive Body state, the burden on the flesh was enormous. Even he couldn't last too long. However, he was delighted because it was rare and not that easy to get into that state. 

Mo Yan, Zhu Yan, and Fang Yu were already bloodless and pale as paper.

'Is the Great Demon King really… dead?'

Yi Zhu was too strong, so much so that they couldn't muster any courage to face him. His punch seemed to be able to destroy the world, and his Void-shattering blast had even crushed the void and made it explode, terrifying countless experts from first-class small worlds.

'Can the Great Demon King survive that kind of attack? No… He will not live at all… He's dead… The Immortal Cooking Ream miracle is defeated.'

Holding Foxy in her arms, Nethery stared at Yi Zhu in the arena with a strange look in her eyes, while the little fox licked her paws, her two tails wagging.

…

The square outside the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion was silent. The air seemed to be filled with gloom, and everyone became extremely nervous. Meng Qi and the other city lords all stood up with looks of disbelief on their faces. Their eyes were wide, and their hearts were full of terror.

"The Great Demon King is defeated?"

"Can he survive that level of attack?"

"Is it over? Has the Immortal Cooking Realm's journey in the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path finally come to an end?"

…

At the center of the square in the Forbidden Soul City…

The whole Arena One had been reduced to ruins, with rubble rolling all around. Standing in the intact corner of the arena, Commander Mo Yuan couldn't help sighing. 'A conceited man will eventually pay for his attitude…'

Yi Zhu kept laughing hysterically. He pointed his finger at Zhu Yan and the others in the distance, then said, "Don't worry, you will join him soon! A bunch of little lizards!" After killing the annoying chef, he felt as if all his Qi and blood had become more transparent.

"Who is joining who? Weakling…" A faint voice suddenly rang out.

The audience was stunned, and when they heard the unconcealed arrogance in the faint voice, they were shocked.

"That familiar voice and tone… The f*cking little chef is not dead yet?!"

The crowd came to their senses after freezing for half a heartbeat, and they all stared at the arena with wide eyes.

A gust of wind came and blew away the energy in the arena, revealing the ruins. Apart from the rubble rolling all over the ground, the audience saw no one. That gave them a pause. No one? Were they hearing voices? Had that cocky voice controlled their hearing, causing them to hear voices?

"In the sky!" Someone shouted suddenly. The crowd was shocked, and everyone looked up to the sky immediately.

There, a figure floated in midair. His white hair was waving in the wind, and his robes were flapping noisily. With his arms folded over his chest and his chin cockily raised, he squinted down, his eyes full of disdain and pride.

"It's really that little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm!"

"Heaven! How did he survive the attack?"

"He looks unscathed! How did he dodge it? When did he go up to the sky? Why didn't we sense anything?!"

The whole audience was boiling. That familiar attitude, familiar tone, and familiar arrogance… The little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm managed to dodge a devastating blow from Yi Zhu, who had entered the Explosive Body state!

This was simply unbelievable! It was a miracle!

"How can that be?!" Yi Zhu was shocked. His pupils constricted as he looked up at the sky.

The white-haired Bu Fang crossed his arms over his chest and curled his mouth with a smug look on his face. "The three chances are over. I've said that if you can touch me within three attacks, I'll spare your life. It seems that… you didn't make it." His cold voice rang through the air. "So, it's my turn now…"

"Spare my life? You? A mere half-step Saint?!" Yi Zhu's Qi and blood boiled up again, and he became as wild as a raging prehistoric beast.

"Oh, the strength of this body is indeed a little weak, but if I want to kill you…" White-haired Bu Fang paused, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his chin cockily, and continued, "It'll be as easy as killing a dog."

"You're courting death!" Yi Zhu roared like a beast and threw another Void-shattering blast at Bu Fang, who was floating in midair. However, what happened next left everyone dumbstruck and gasping.

In the sky, Bu Fang walked leisurely and dodged the attack effortlessly as if he was just strolling in a garden. The aura-locking from a Little Saint had no effect on him at all. 

The crowd cried out in shock. It was an amazing sight.

With his white hair waving and his robes fluttering, Bu Fang finally put his hands down. All of a sudden, he disappeared in the air like a puff of smoke.

What technique was that?!

"That's a very strange movement technique!" The Winged Man Valley expert was finally surprised. His gentle voice came with a charm that was very pleasant to the ear.

The Earth Prison experts also narrowed their eyes.

For the first time, Fa Wu, the monk from the West Little Buddhism Realm, was seriously watching the battle in midair. "I didn't know Owner Bu is so awesome!"

Bu Fang's movements were like smoke, invisible and immaterial. When he appeared again, he was already standing in front of Yi Zhu.

"You're courting death! How dare you choose to fight me at close range!" Yi Zhu bellowed, then roared like a wild animal.

"Why are you still roaring? Have you forgotten my name? My name is Howling." In front of the roaring Yi Zhu, Bu Fang was calm and indifferent. The next moment, his pupils shrank, his mouth opened, and he let out a tiger roar.

ROAR!

Yi Zhu's voice came to an abrupt end. He felt as if a supreme pressure had fallen from the sky and suddenly enveloped him. The feeling made all his hair stand on end. Even then, his boiling Qi and blood cooled down, and his body, which was reddish and over three meters tall, changed back to its original height of about two meters. He was forced out of the Explosive Body state by Bu Fang's tiger roar!

…

In Bu Fang's spirit sea, he clasped his hands behind his back and watched the battle outside with a straight face. The Golden Divine Dragon was wheeling around him, while the Vermilion Bird rolled her eyes. Even the Black Turtle, who hovered motionlessly in a corner, also opened his eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of the battle.

Looking at the cocky White Tiger, Bu Fang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He asked the dragon and the bird, "Is this fellow always so cocky?"

"That's his true nature. So, does Little Host regret it now? You should have chosen Nicholas the Handsome Dragon. I'm not cocky at all…" said the Golden Divine Dragon.

The Vermilion Bird glanced at Bu Fang, sighed, and said, "You'll get used to it. White Tiger may be cocky, but he is in charge of the killing among us. You'll see."

She also wanted to go out and get some fresh air. It was boring to stay in the spirit sea every day. They were not like that old fellow Black Turtle, who could sleep the whole day. They had endless energy to spend.

"White Tiger is in charge of the killing?" Bu Fang paused for a moment. He had forgotten all about that. In that case, he would like to have a good look at what she meant by killing.

"White Tiger is… a cocky maniac," the Golden Divine Dragon couldn't help but say.

…

Yi Zhu felt chilly all over. He stared blankly at the white-haired Bu Fang standing in front of him. At this moment, the little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm exuded an aura like that of a real prehistoric savage beast, making him feel as if he was enveloped in an aura of death.

"You…"

"Weakling, do you want to ask for mercy now? It's too late." At this moment, Bu Fang was a different person. He was as cold as ice.

BOOM! 

Yi Zhu's pupils constricted. He immediately raised his hand, for he felt a terrible gust of wind coming toward him.

With a bang, the white-haired Bu Fang's fist landed on his arm. A great force exploded out, knocking Yi Zhu flying backward. The next moment, he felt a hand grab his throat, and then his whole body was forcibly pressed to the ground.

A blast of air swept out in all directions as the whole arena collapsed and sank deeply into the ground. Commander Mo Yuan jumped up into the air because he finally had no place to stand. His eyes were filled with shock. At that moment, a miserable shriek rang out from the arena.

The audience was struck dumb.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

The sound of fists hitting flesh rang out repeatedly. Everyone could feel the continuous shaking of the ground.

ROAR!

A deafening tiger roar resounded through the air.

The audience gasped, and when they looked at the arena, they vaguely saw a huge white tiger!

With a ripping sound, a stream of blood rushed into the sky. All the people who saw it felt cold all over, their eyes wide with fear.

In the arena, the aura that belonged to Yi Zhu was completely gone.

As a gust of wind came blowing over and dispersed the dust, a figure with white hair slowly walked out from the haze. He folded his arms over his chest, raised his chin, and stood on the edge of the ruined arena, looking straight at all the people present with a smug look. Then, he snorted and said, "In my view, everyone present is… rubbish."