1195 Maybe This Is the Feeling of Showboating (1/2)

A dumpling exploded in front of the Little Saint, sending a rainbow-colored glow and a strong aroma to envelope him. The glow flashed and flickered, turning into a blinding white light that was impossible to look straight into.

The bright light confused the Little Saint.

'A cover-up technique? At our levels, this boy still used such a despicable technique?! What a rascal!'

He gave a furious roar, then scattered and rushed out of the white light.

Several chains slithered across the dark void, filling the air with a rattling noise and shaking the void. Ripples spread as they sped toward Bu Fang to wipe him out completely.

Bu Fang floated in midair as the Black Turtle Constellation Wok kept growing larger and larger. Although his face had always been serious, there was no mistaking the severity of his expression this time.

A Divine Seal Dumpling infused with the Imprison Gourmet Array could paralyze an enemy. However, the stronger the enemy, the weaker the effect. It could imprison a half-step Saint for a dozen breaths, which was long enough for Bu Fang to carry out brutal torture. However, when the target was a Little Saint, the duration was shortened to only three breaths. Therefore, Bu Fang couldn't waste any time. Once the Little Saint came to his senses, it would be difficult for Bu Fang to deal with him.

So he lifted the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and smashed it down.

”How dare a mere Nine-star True Immortal fight against a Little Saint... You have no idea what death means!” The Little Saint sneered, his voice resounded through the void.

In the distance, Realm Lord Di Tai smirked and crossed his arms against his chest. If it were in the past, he would have worried about Bu Fang, but not now. He had witnessed with his own eyes how Bu Fang killed a Little Saint with a Dried Pot. Even he couldn't figure out this young man's trump card.

'This little chef is simply a monster!'

So he crossed his arms and watched, waiting for a chance to sprinkle salt into the Little Saint's wound.

The next moment, the Little Saint's eyes focused and his mind stagnated. He found that he couldn't move as if he was imprisoned by an invisible force, and even the defensive power swirling over his skin had disappeared. Energy surged, and blood boiled in him. However, no matter how he tried, he couldn't break free of the imprisonment.

'What technique is this? Is it because of that dumpling?'

He figured it out instantly. Just now, he had sensed a strange fluctuation from the dumpling. It was the fluctuation of the Will of the Great Path!

'That's right! The dumpling contains the Will of the Great Path, and that's why it can imprison me! The technique of infusing the Will of the Great Path into food... I've seen this before!”

The Will of the Great Path was extremely mysterious, and the Sacred Realm was a process of enlightening it.

'This little chef is just a Nine-star True Immortal, so how did he manage to understand the Will of the Great Path?!'

Incredible!

Suddenly, the Little Saint's eyes shrank, and he felt as if his heart were being held in a huge hand. The next moment, his eyes grew wide, and then he saw everything in front of him turn black. A huge black wok was growing larger and larger in his eyes. He could see the mysterious patterns carved on its surface and sense it's spine-chilling energy fluctuation...

”I...” He couldn't move, and there was a burst of despair in his heart.

One breath, two breaths... Before the third breath, a black wok smashed down hard, crashed into his face, and twisted his facial features.

The sound of bone breaking rang out. The Little Saint's tough bones and glinting skin were twisted by a wok in an instant, which continued to crash down with mighty power.

He felt a wave of terror. It felt like real death. It had been many years since he had that feeling, and it suffocated him.

”GET LOST!”

All of a sudden, the Little Saint felt the power that imprisoned him had disappeared, and his blood and energy surged instantly. His expression changed. Even his chains could move now, and they smashed onto the black wok. The impact filled the air with a loud clanging noise, which spread out into the void like ripples.

Without hesitation, he sped backward like a missile, his face covered in blood and looking ferocious.

In the void, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok shrank rapidly and flew back into Bu Fang's hand. Bu Fang gave a soft sigh. He still couldn't accurately count the three breaths.

'I've failed to kill this Little Saint with one wok strike. It seems I need to practice more.'

Realm Lord Di Tai sucked in a cold breath. He had been thinking very highly of Bu Fang, but he never thought... Bu Fang could force back a Little Saint without using a Perishing Pot. How did he accomplish that?! The Little Saint's body seemed to have frozen for a brief moment just now... What technique was that?

The experts who were watching from a distance were also gasping.

A Nine-star True Immortal nearly killed a Little Saint?!

Was there such a monster in the world?

The gap between the Nine-star True Immortal Realm and the Sacred Realm was like the gap between heaven and earth. After all, the difference between the two realms was the understanding of the Will of the Great Path.

This was terrifying!

The Little Saint flew backward, his chains broken into pieces, and his miserable howl resounded through the void. His face was covered in blood, and half of his head caved in after being smashed by Bu Fang.

”Damn it! Damn it!” He flew into a rage, covering the caved-in head with one hand and growling continuously as terrible killing intent exuded from his body.

Realm Lord Di Tai narrowed his eyes. Seeing this opportunity, he struck instantly. His golden armor bloomed with dazzling light as he bolted toward the Little Saint.

”You're the one who's damned!” the realm lord said coldly, his voice filled with killing intent. A golden knife light emerged and slashed down at the Little Saint's head.

”You want to kill me?! You, a half-baked Little Saint from the backward Immortal Cooking Realm?!” cried the Little Saint as blood trickled down from his caved-in head.

Little Saints had extremely strong vitality. Although half of his head was smashed in, he wouldn't die. As for Great Saints, their vitality was even stronger. Their blood and flesh contained vast life force, so even if they were completely wiped out, they could still be resurrected with just a drop of blood. Of course, a Great Saint like this was already an invincible existence in the Great Saint Realm.

Stepping on Shrimpy, who glowed goldenly, Bu Fang shot forward and came not far away from the Little Saint.

”Let me help you,” he said coolly. He flipped his hand as the golden thunderbolt that was Shrimpy brought him in front of the Little Saint in a twinkling. Now, he was less than one meter from the Little Saint's face.

The Little Saint widened his eyes and stared at Bu Fang, his killing intent surging. ”You're courting death!”