1196 Bu Fang, the Deceiver (1/2)
There was an island of red floating in the boundless starry sky.
It was huge and shaped like an upside-down cone, with a pointed end that kept dripping like a stalactite. From afar, it looked like a sharp sword that was about to tear a corner from the void.
The red island kept drifting in the void in a regular pattern.
There was a huge canyon on the island. Steep and treacherous, it looked as if someone had hacked it out with a blade. It was called the Abyss.
The Abyss had a long history, but its ending was a tragic one. After it was invaded by the Nether Prison, all its resources were looted, and countless Abyssal Demons were slain. The most common residents of today's Abyss were half-blooded Abyssal Demons, so needless to say, pure-blooded Abyssal Demons were rare to be seen.
Warships sped from all directions and floated over the island, while the air was filled with dragon roars as Abyssal Winged Dragons flapped their wings and slowly landed on the island.
Not far away from the Abyss, many warships and Abyssal Winged Dragons stopped and waited.
The warships represented experts from the Nether Prison, while Abyssal Winged Dragons might belong to experts who came for treasure hunting or merchants who came to the Abyss to trade.
The door of a tall, cold warship opened, kicking up layers of red dust from the island's surface. A group of people slowly walked out of it.
Ying Ya and Liu Ya walked unhurriedly through the door. The former wore a gentle expression and a smile, but the latter remained cold and indifferent.
”We've finally reached the Abyss...” Ying Ya said, smiling.
”The Qilin Chef Feast is already waiting for us. Do you think those people from the Immortal Cooking Realm can make it?” said the man who drank wine with Ying Ya earlier. He was clad in a black chef robe as he walked out of the warship.
”It doesn't matter if they can make it or not... When I brought the invitation to them, I had not expected them to reach the Abyss. After all... there are so many great gifts waiting for them along the way,” said Ying Ya. A gust of wind rolled up red sand and ruffled his grayish-white hair.
The man smiled softly and shook his head. ”Although you've learned many cooking skills from my Nether Chef Clan, you don't understand the meaning of the Immortal Cooking Realm to us. If I can defeat the Immortal Cooking Realm's immortal chefs in cooking, it will be very good for my future growth. Therefore, I do hope they can make it.”
”If you really hope they can make it, why did you send people to kill them?” The corner of Ying Ya's mouth twitched, even his smile turned somewhat cold.
”To think is one thing, to do is another...” the man answered, chuckling as he strode toward the boundless Abyss.
It was a different concept.
As long as there was ambition, the future would always be very different.
In this Qilin Chef Feast, the only real threat to him was a few geniuses from the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan. As for those from the Immortal Cooking Realm... they might have been blown to ashes by now.
...
Indeed, someone was blown to ashes, but not Bu Fang and his companions. The casualties were on the Shadow Demons' warship in the distance.
Bu Fang's scarlet Vermillion Chef Robe flapped noisily, the flaming wings on his back moving up and down and filling the air with fiery feathers.
He flicked his finger. A silver stream of light immediately sped toward the warship in the distance like a shooting star.
This shooting star was small. When compared with the towering warship, it was like a speck of dust. However, the noise caused by it as it went for the target made a group of people on the warship narrow their eyes.
Yang Zheng never thought that Bu Fang would have more tricks up his sleeves.
'How many trump cards does that young man have? Why can he always pull out another terrifying attack when everyone thinks he's at the end of his rope? Earlier, it was a bizarre dumpling, and now... he even takes out a huge Dried Pot... And compared with the dumpling, the energy fluctuation in this pot is scarier!'
The sky seemed to have been torn to pieces as the Dried Pot approached, wafting out a rich fragrance as it spun rapidly.
A white flame burned under the silver lotus, while steam rose from the wok, mingled with immortal energy. Anyone who smelled it would feel it's different from others.
The Shadow Demons' warship crashed through the void with scary pressure as it approached Bu Fang and his companions. On the front deck of the ship stood the Little Saint of the Shadow Demon Clan.
He was highly focused and dared not to be careless. Just not too long ago, he witnessed with his own eyes that a Little Saint was killed by that young man.
That was a Little Saint from the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan!
Among the nine clans of the Nether Prison, the Nether Chef Clan ranked higher than the Shadow Demon Clan. That Little Saint was surely stronger than him.
However, a Little Saint with such a formidable cultivation base was killed. That frightened him.
Therefore, this Little Saint didn't dare to be careless.
”Kill them with the warship!” Looking at the silver Dried Pot, which approached at high speed, the Little Saint tensed up and thundered.
Even as his voice boomed across the void, dark holes opened up on the warship, where powerful energy began to gather. Soon, white beams of light took their shapes, and in the blink of an eye, they shot out of the holes.
They were very fast, streaking across the boundless void and heading toward the Perishing Pot. They were going to destroy it.
However, the Little Saint didn't understand the Perishing Pot's power and how it worked.
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed when he saw those energy beams hit the Perishing Pot. Without hesitation, he asked Nethery to produce the Netherworld Ship, jumped onto it with everyone else, and made Nethery drive it as far and quickly as possible.
The Perishing Pot was extremely violent by itself, and now, with so much energy added to it, the destructive waves produced by its explosion were enough to wipe out everything.
By this time, its power was no longer under Bu Fang's control.
The addition of the warship's energy had increased the energy in the Dried Pot to a critical point of destruction.
BOOM!!!
A thunderous rumble rang out as the explosion occurred.
In the void, the spinning Perishing Pot bloomed into a brilliant glow, turning into a mass of white light that shone like the sun, illuminating the whole void.
The people on the warship were all struck dumb, and the Little Saint stared blankly at the mass of blinding white light ahead of the ship. He had never seen anything so bright before.