573 The Grave Of The Big City, Headless Chef! (1/2)

Bu Fang jumped in fright at the sound of the roar.

He stood rooted to the ground, dazed, as the thin person rushed toward him brandishing a wok.

It was usually Bu Fang who would smash others with the wok, but this day it was the reverse… This strange twist of fate left even Bu Fang speechless.

That thin person wore a malicious appearance. Despite his small frame, he advanced with the vigor of a tiger. Wielding the wok, it was almost as if he could smash the air apart.

The aura of this thin man was not strong. With Bu Fang at his current level, he could easily feel that his opponent's cultivation was only that of a Supreme-Being and not even that of one at its peak.

To Bu Fang, someone of this caliber posed no danger. Bu Fang eyed him coldly. Behind him, a pair of purple eyes gleamed. Whitey took a step forward, ruthlessly waving its fan-shaped palms

A bang reverberated through the air and the thin man's wok was sent flying.

It landed with a clang in the distance.

The man's expression changed. He flipped backward, landing on the ground to pick up his wok. This black wok of his was no ordinary one. It was a spirit tool, a powerful and mighty spirit tool. However, against the puppet before him, it was as good a wok as any...

”You seem familiar,” Bu Fang said, raising his eyebrow suspiciously at the figure.

From afar, the fatty finally walked over, huffing and puffing. He smiled at Bu fang, stuffing the chicken leg that he held into his mouth.

”Boss Bu, long time no see,” he said while chewing on his chicken.

Bu Fang looked at the fatty, then at the thin man, and his eyes sparked with realization.

”So it was you guys... It has indeed been a long time.” Bu Fang finally remembered who this fat-and-thin duo was. Weren't they the two brothers who had competed with him in culinary skills when he was at the Light Wind Empire?

Bu Fang recalled that these two brothers' culinary skills were not bad. If they had not gone up against him at the Hundred Family Banquet, the two of them might have quite possibly gotten first place.

”That's right… Long time no see! You bastard... I, Ah Wei, have not forgotten about you for a single day!” The thin man Ah Wei said coldly as he stood up, eyes glaring at Bu Fang.

Whitey's eyes shone as they brushed past Ah Wei, scaring him so much that he quickly retreated to a safe distance. He was still terrified of the unfathomable Whitey.

”Enough chit-chat. Why are you guys here?” Bu Fang asked.

The fatty Ah Lu retrieved another chicken leg and bit into it with a crunch. ”We don't know either. We were just walking and before we knew it, we ended up here,” Ah Lu said.

Bu Fang's brows furrowed. As he turned his eyes to look at the majestic underground city in the distance, he felt something amiss.

”Okay. Since we are past acquaintances from the Light Wind Empire, let's move as a group. This mysterious city should have many secrets hidden within. Let's explore it together,” Bu Fang said, glancing at the brothers.

Ah Wei's face darkened. He swung the black wok in his hand, stirring up a gale.

”We are not your acquaintances! We will explore the city ourselves. There's no way we would join you! Remember this! I, Ah Wei, will avenge my master one day!”

Ah Lu nodded his head, laughing foolishly as he broke the chicken leg with a loud crack.

The corners of Bu Fang's lips curled upwards.

At that moment, Ah Wei used the black wok to smack Ah Lu. Just like that, the duo then quickly rushed toward the city gates in the distance.

A heavy creak resounded, and the tall stone gate suddenly opened with a loud bang.

Did the brothers open the gate?

Bu Fang's heart shook, looking at that huge city that seemed to vibrate. With Whitey in his stead, he opened his stride and walked toward the city. As he neared the great city, the wave of boundless pressure intensified.

Although Bu Fang was unaffected by the pressure, a city emitting this kind of pressure was still enough to make his heart beat slightly in trepidation.

Reaching out his slender palms, he touched the stone of the mottled city walls. The smoothness of the stone was more than enough testament to the city's architectural standard.

The top of the majestic city gates was engraved with many illustrations, depicting scenes of bloodshed and violence.

Although the drawings were quite abstract, Bu Fang was still able to understand it. The painting was telling the story of the unsurpassed master of this great city. He dictated everything, and whoever defied him would be cut down by his blade.

Just from that drawing alone, Bu Fang was able to sense a domineering vibe.

Looking through the opening between the gates to assess the situation inside the city, he noticed that the brothers Ah Lu and Ah Wei had long vanished.

Bu Fang patted Whitey's plump stomach, then walked into the city.

Entering the city, he felt a wave of pressure pushing against his body. The pressure seemed to suppress a person's cultivation, making one feel a wave of reverence.

However, due to the system, Bu Fang could simply ignore this pressure.

Tap tap tap…

The inside of the city was spacious, but it was very quiet. There was not a single soul in sight. The buildings within the great city were magnificent, there were rows upon rows of skyscrapers, shops, and stalls. It was a prime example of what a great city should be. The only thing that it lacked was… people.

A wave of sinister energy diffused out from within the city, enough to give one the chills.

Suddenly, Bu Fang seemed to sense something. He rapidly turned his head to look in that direction.

However, there was nothing there.