1203 The Killing Begins With You (1/2)

”The four Judges... I've finally found you!”

Bu Fang fixed his eyes at the four figures floating over the valley. Powerful energy swirled around them, and their blood-red robes flapped noisily in the wind. Their eyes were full of cold murderous looks as they watched the massacre down below in the valley with a smile.

Suddenly, one of the Judges seemed to have sensed something. He frowned, narrowed his eyes, and turned his gaze to where Bu Fang was.

”Oh?!”

Crackle!

There seemed to be lightning arcs smashing into one another in midair as Bu Fang's gaze and the Judge's gaze met.

”What a familiar look...” the Judge murmured.

The other Judges around him turned around and looked curiously at him.

”What is it, Blood Three?” they asked.

”Look over there...” The Judge, Blood Three, pointed a finger at the mountaintop, where Bu Fang was standing just now.

That gave the other Judges a pause, and they all turned toward the direction where he was pointing at. However, they saw nothing but a gust of blood-red wind. Frowning, they turned back to him.

”Has the curse corroded your wits? It shouldn't be. With your cultivation base, you should be fine after cutting away the arm stained by the curse,” said the other Judge, Blood Two.

”It was that young man... He's here,” Blood Three took a deep breath and said.

That young man?

The other three Judges were taken aback. Then, in their minds, they saw the pair of eyes that had been swallowed up by the turbulence again, and their hairs stood on end.

”Impossible... That young man had fallen into the turbulence, which could severely wound even a Little Saint. The tearing force is extremely powerful.”

”Yes. Besides, void turbulence cannot be found in the remains.”

”Your eyes have deceived you... Let's just focus on killing these Nether Prison geniuses.”

The three of them had the same views.

Blood Three turned around doubtfully. He believed that his eyes didn't deceive him.

That young man must have come to the remains as well.

...

Meng Qi thought they were going to die here. Her earlier opinion had been right—this so-called Divine Chef's remains was just a huge trap. Now that they were in the said trap, death kept on visiting them. First, it was the attacks of those Nether Prison experts, now this. She shivered at the thought of what would come next.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

One law enforcer after another rushed over from all directions. They all wore masks on their faces, which covered their noses and mouths. Although the Soul Imprisoning Fruits didn't affect them, they were still very cautious. They couldn't afford any mistakes.

Every single Nether Prison genius who stepped into the remains must die today!

Slash!

Ying Ya and Liu Ya ran frantically to escape from the valley. The air was filled with the smell of a unique spice. The aroma made them cover their noses and mouths.

In the Nether Chef Clan, there was a branch known for making spices. Ying Ya studied their spices before, so he knew a way to overcome this spice's effect.

With their cultivation bases, they could hold their breaths for a short time. However, the spices that they had inhaled earlier were still circulating in their bodies, and it would be a little difficult to get rid of them.

Ying Ya produced a wine gourd, clenched his jaws, and poured the wine into his mouth without hesitation. A stream of red liquid flowed into his mouth like fire. The next moment, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

After drinking the wine, he felt the shackles that had bound his body broken, and he threw the gourd to his brother. ”Liu Ya, catch!”

Liu Ya took the gourd and gulped down a mouthful of wine.

A rich aroma of wine permeated the air. The liquor was like an elixir that helped them unlock the shackles. In an instant, their bodies burst into blood-colored light, and their cultivation bases, which were sealed up by the spice, immediately restored.

”Attack!”

Liu Ya had been holding back his anger for a long time. Although he didn't know how to cook, he was a peerless genius from the Shadow Demon Clan. He was not even twenty years old, but he was already a One-revolution Little Saint, and with his strength, he could even fight a Two-revolution Little Saint!

Just now, as soon as they stepped into the remains, they were ambushed and nearly killed by the enemies. It was a shame for him, and he wanted to wash away that shame.

With a thought, a large knife fell into his hand. It seemed to be wriggling, and soon, many eyes flicked open across the blade.

Buzz...

Shafts of light shot out of the knife as Liu Ya's aura kept rising.

”Die!”

He thrust the knife, filling the air with a thousand knife lights, and in the blink of an eye, he cut a law enforcer who was rushing at him into half.

”You are merely a bunch of ants... How dare you attack me?!” Blood spilled and sprayed onto Liu Ya's body. There was a grave look on his face. Then, gripping the knife, he rushed at the enemies.

At the same time, many Nether Prison geniuses around them had found ways to get rid of the shackles and unleashed their cultivation bases. For a moment, plumes of Nether energy filled the air as these geniuses spread out to kill the law enforcers.

Ying Ya put away the wine gourd. His eyes flashed with a strange, cold gleam. The near-death experience had made him realize that he was too... careless. He had always been a cautious man, but this time, he had made an inexcusable mistake.

Pak.

He slapped himself in the face, and a palm-mark quickly appeared on his fair skin. The next moment, he produced a slim, long sword. It was a weapon given to him by the Great Saint of the Shadow Demon Clan, extremely sharp and could cut through anything.

”Anyone who betrays the Nether Prison will be mercilessly killed!” Ying Ya cried out.

As soon as his voice rang out, he swung the sword and cut it through the body of a law enforcer, who was also a half-step Saint. Blood spilled as a black line emerged on the law enforcer's body before it separated into two pieces and fell feebly to the ground.