1192 Set Off for the Abyss, Ambushed! (1/2)

”Why are we running away?”

Bu Fang was dragged by Realm Lord Di Tai as they kept pushing through the crowd.

Foxy had climbed up his shoulder and was curiously rolling her eyes. Nethery followed behind him. She exchanged a glance with Meng Qi but said nothing.

”We come to Abyss City for the Qilin Chef Feast. Do you know who hosts the feast this time?”

Realm Lord Di Tai gave Bu Fang a sulky look. He never thought that Bu Fang would engage the law enforcer team in a fight as soon as he arrived here. None of the law enforcers was easy to deal with. They had gone through countless battles and were cultivated with blood. Should Bu Fang fight them, things would not end well, and he might even alert the four Judges. If that happened, the situation would be difficult to handle. Moreover, the new City Lord of Abyss City was an existence feared even by the Nether Prison.

”I don't know,” Bu Fang said honestly. He really didn't know the answer, but he was not happy with the attitude of those law enforcers. They had acted as if they were the most powerful people in the world, and whoever offended them should stand on the spot and be killed with their swords.

That annoyed Bu Fang.

”The City Lord of Abyss City is the host of the feast. It is said that he was the Great Judge of the law enforcer team, but he had murdered the former lord and took the seat for himself,” Realm Lord Di Tai said with a heavy tone.

Unlike the peaceful Immortal Cooking Realm, Abyss City was a city of chaos and slaughter where countless exiled experts gathered. Outside the city, murders took place almost every moment, but no one dared to commit murder inside the city after the new city lord took his office. It showed how formidable he was.

Bu Fang twitched his mouth. He had nothing to say about that, so he asked instead, ”When will the Qilin Chef Feast begin? Why haven't you set off yet?”

The feast would be held in the real Abyss where the Abyssal Demons dwelt.

”We were about to leave when you caused such a major disturbance. You are lucky that we haven't set off. Otherwise... you could be beaten to death by those law enforcers!” said the realm lord.

Bu Fang smiled. ”If worse comes to worst, I can always use my Perishing Pots. If one cannot suppress them, I can use two...”

Realm Lord Di Tai fell silent. Perishing Pots were Bu Fang's ultimate weapons. With just a pot, he might be able to destroy one-third of Abyss City, and with his current cultivation base, no ordinary Little Saints could withstand it. It was important to note that Bu Fang had killed the giant demon who was a One-revolution Little Saint with a Perishing Pot in the battle that just ended not too long ago!

The others had no objections, so they followed him toward the trading market.

The trading market of Abyss City was huge. They found the trading area of Abyssal Winged Dragons and paid a thousand Nether crystals for one.

Abyssal Winged Dragons were a branch of dragons. These dragons were different from Divine Dragons, but truly mighty dragons were existences ultimately close to Divine Dragons.

The Abyssal Winged Dragon Realm Lord Di Tai bought had an enormous body. It stood a hundred meters tall, and when the huge pair of wings on its back spread, they covered almost the whole sky. Whenever those wings flapped, the wind they stirred up almost turned into tornadoes. There was a simple hut on its back, which was built by the merchant. Inside the hut, soft chairs were prepared so that the riders could have a place to rest.

In fact, all purchased Winged Dragons would fly back to the trading market by themselves after they left Abyss City. Therefore, merchants who traded Winged Dragons were all making huge profits.

The Abyss was far away from Abyss City. To travel there, one would need to fly across a chaotic region filled with void turbulence, and it was very easy to get lost. Only Abyssal Winged Dragons could find the right way to the Abyss through the boundless turbulence.

Bu Fang and the others climbed up the Winged Dragon's back. The dragon opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar, and then the merchant who sold them the dragon gave a long whistle. He was also a half-blooded Abyssal Demon with pointy ears and dark skin.

As his whistle faded away, the dragon leaped into the air, flapped its wings, and flew smoothly toward the distance.

Bu Fang and the others sat on the Winged Dragon's back. A strong wind was blowing at them, but the hut's array pushed it to both sides. It was a comfortable ride.

Sitting in his chair, Bu Fang looked down and saw the whole Abyss City. The city grew smaller and smaller in his eyes, but it also grew scarier. It looked like a ferocious demon with its mouth wide open, waiting to devour someone. As he stared at it, he had a feeling that the city would have an indescribable relationship with him later on.

It was not a good feeling.

...

Meanwhile, in a crimson mansion somewhere in Abyss City...

A door was pushed open. A figure wrapped in a black robe slowly stepped through it, walked around many buildings, and came to a great hall.

Inside the great hall, the air was filled with a stagnant atmosphere and powerful pressure. They made the black-robed figure drop to his knees with his head bowed.

”Lord Judge, I'm sorry that my ignorant servant has disturbed you,” chuckled a black-robed man wearing a half-goat mask and sitting on the throne.

Beside him, a man clad in a blood-colored robe smiled faintly and said, ”It's fine. I think your servant has some news to report.”

The man with a half-goat mask turned to look at his servant and said, ”Tell us what you got.”

The servant trembled, then he hurriedly said, ”My lord, we've found the people of the Immortal Cooking Realm.”

”Oh? You've found them?” The expert's eyes focused and seemed to burst into light.

”They are now riding an Abyssal Winged Dragon to the Abyss to attend the Qilin Chef Feast...” said the servant.

”The Abyss... Very good. It's a pity that the Great Saint wants them alive. Otherwise, that chaotic land is the perfect graveyard for them...” The masked man rose to his feet and sneered.

The Judge got up and squinted at the man. ”Since Brother Yang Zheng has serious business to attend to, I'll not disturb you any longer. Do come visit me at my residence next time. I'll surely serve you the best Abyssal Demon Wine!”

”Haha! I will! Abyssal Demon Wine is one of the three specialties in the Abyss... and authentic Abyssal Demon Wine is hard to find. I'm looking forward to tasting it. Thank you for inviting me, Lord Judge!” Yang Zheng burst into laughter and cupped his fist.

Chuckling, the Judge disappeared from the great hall.

The servant kneeling on the floor took a deep breath and said, ”My lord, that Judge...”

”It's none of your business. No one in today's Abyss is easy to deal with. However, as long as we don't mess with them, they won't give us trouble on account of the Great Saint. All we have to do now is capture those trash from the Immortal Cooking Realm and let the Great Saint vent his anger,” Yang Zheng said indifferently.

He walked down from the throne and took a deep breath.

”We have to hurry. Those from the Nine Revolution Nether Chefs Clan and the Shadow Demon Clan are eyeing them up as well,” he added, clasping his hands behind his back.

”What's so special about those people? Why do three of the nine clans in the Nether Prison want to capture them?” The servant didn't understand.