882 Chapter 882: Lord Dog Hates Lobsters (1/2)

Thick fragrance continuously rose from the underground.

People standing around the hole exchanged looks.

That kind of smell was really attractive. The strongest demon king couldn't help but smack his lips. His eyes looked astonished.

Although he was so unwilling, facing that mysterious bronze palace, he couldn't do anything.

In this place, his cultivation base was restrained. He could only use his wild strength. But, no matter what, his wild strength couldn't break open the invisible door to the underground.

Thus, he had to give it up. He could only stand in his spot, inhaling the fragrance that filled the air.

This spicy smell came with the fresh aroma of lobster. People couldn't help but take in more of it.

Ao Bai's face went ashen. Fresh shrimp smell?

Would that human cook his drunk Shrimp Ancestor?

It could be… As the fragrance was so rich, besides the Shrimp Ancestor, what kind of shrimp could do that?

Ao Bai was shaking. Although that smell had stimulated his breathing, he felt so cold.

That human…. What a horrible evil being!

He felt so pitiful for his Shrimp Ancestor for several seconds.

Of course, it was just an assumption. He didn't know what had happened below.

…

The old man rolled his eyes, gazing at Bu Fang's steaming hot, red blood lobster dish.

The spicy flavor in the air made him wrinkle his nose.

”This kid has good culinary skills. It smells really good… Too bad, it's too spicy. The chili sauce has covered the fresh smell of the lobsters,” the old man mused, stroking the tuft of white hair on his head. He smiled as he looked a little regretful.

Anyway, lying under his regretful face was his real, thrilled face.

He was sure he would win the second round. He would have the chance to transcend soon.

He was confined in this strange place for several thousand years. Wasn't it just for his transcendence?

And now, his chance finally came. He felt a little eager and anxious.

The chef sitting in the middle of the room had profound eyes. If one looked at them, one would be drowned in their depths.

”We're done cooking. Quick, tell us who wins?! I want to transcend!”

The old man looked excited.

However, that chef's eyes had never changed, just looking at him indifferently.

”The Immortal Cooking Realm's challenge has only two rounds. You passed the first round. And, only one will pass the second round to receive the token, the pass to the Immortal Cooking Realm,” the chef said, his voice vague and lingering in Bu Fang's and the old man's ears.

”I know! Quick, try my food! Hurry!”

The old man couldn't wait anymore. He looked so excited as he assumed that the result of this cooking battle was already determined.

With his years of experience, he knew that although Bu Fang's Spicy Blood Lobster had a thick fragrance, it didn't have the real taste of lobsters anymore.

Thus, he wasn't really worried.

The old man held his food, walking out. With an excited face, he headed toward that chef.

”Stop...”

Rumble! Rumble!

Something sounded like thunderclaps. A moment later, the old man shook as he felt a horrible pressure applied on his body, immobilizing him.

Shivering inwardly, the old man seized the time and returned to his stove.

Bu Fang clasped his hands, not caring at all.

Food judging?

Bu Fang faintly looked at the chef who was sitting far away, his eyes calm.

Right at that moment, the other chef also looked at him with deep and provoking eyes.

Bu Fang shivered inwardly, and his pores shrank. He felt that the chef could see him through completely.

”Now, we're going to judge the food. The judges will come in three seconds.”

The chef's voice was still vague, making Bu Fang and the old man bewildered. Then, their eyes shrank.

Rumble! Rumble!

A fissured appeared in the air, tearing.

The old man looked so excited. The judges would come now?

The void cracked open.

A cute, graceful figure walked in with an elegant feline gait. Shaking its butt, it walked out of the fissure.

Bu Fang was baffled when he saw that figure.

As soon as the old man saw it, his eyes rolled, opening wide.

What's this situation?

The judge was… a dog?

His food was to feed that dog?

After being astonished for a while, Bu Fang curled his lips, staying quiet.

That lazy dog again. He had never thought that the one who would eat his food was the lazy dog in the Valley of Gluttony.

How could that dog's nose be so sensitive? How could he know good food is here?

Lord Dog sidled in with his beautiful feline gait, slowly landing on the ground. The dog's body shook, yawning.

His eyes lazily scanned the area. Eventually, he looked at Bu Fang.

”Hey, Bu Fang boy… What a coincidence. You're here,” Lord Dog mumbled.

Bu Fang's face didn't change when he looked at the lazy dog.

The old man's mouth twitched. Oh my… That dog could talk!

More importantly… That f*cking dog seemed to know that little chef.

It made him a little nervous. If they knew each other, it wasn't going to be a fair judgment!

Lord Dog lazily looked at the old man. His eyes then fell on the chef sitting cross-legged in the distance.

Lord Dog's eyes became sharp at this moment.

”Tch, tch, tch… A wisp of immortal energy to make a clone. Those people from the Immortal Cooking Realm always want to show off.” Lord Dog cocked his head, speaking casually.

That chef's eyes were so profound. He looked at Lord Dog, his face meticulous.

”Your identity is qualified to be a judge of Immortal Cooking Realm's qualification test,” that chef said vaguely.

All of a sudden…