1204 I Have Set Myself a Small Goal (1/2)

Bu Fang appeared behind Blood Three with a straight face.

The Judge's eyebrows furrowed. The familiar look in Bu Fang's eyes made him explode with killing intent.

This was the young man who brought the Cursed Goddess away. He had suspected that the turbulence didn't kill them, but he never expected to see this young man here.

”Since you are here, you may as well die together with the rest!” Blood Three said coldly.

His cultivation base of Two-revolution Little Saint exploded out in an instant.

'This young man is related to the Cursed Goddess... We may be able to find her through him...' Blood Three thought.

The four Judges had offended the Cursed Goddess by wounding her, and it was not a good feeling to be remembered by a Cursed Goddess.

Blood Three's eyes burst into bright light as he swung his blood-colored sickle at Bu Fang. He had decided to switch his target from Ying Ya and Liu Ya to Bu Fang.

Far off, Ying Ya and Liu Ya landed on the ground, frowning. They couldn't figure out why the Judge suddenly gave up attacking them and turned to deal with a strange young man.

That young man... seemed to have come from the Immortal Cooking Realm. They were astonished at the immortal energy exuding from him.

Did the Immortal Cooking Realm still have this kind of existence that could be hated by the Abyss Judges?

Bu Fang's expression remained unchanged as he looked indifferently at the Judge. ”I've set myself a small goal...” he said in a calm voice.

Blood Three's eyes shrank, and he sneered, ”A small goal of courting death?” There was a look of contempt in his eyes. Without the Cursed Goddess, this young man was merely an ant. He could kill a Nine-star True Immortal with just a finger.

Bu Fang still kept a straight face as he said, ”My small goal is... to kill the four Judges.”

Even as he said that, seven Explosive Meatballs shot out like seven suns, ripping through the air at top speed as they went straight at Blood Three.

”A useless trick,” the Judge said while raising his blood-colored sickle and placed it over his shoulder.

In the distance, Ying Ya's eyes shrank. ”What are those? Meatballs?” He was baffled. He couldn't believe that this young man from the Immortal Cooking Realm was fighting with meatballs. ”Can meatballs be used to fight an enemy?”

”The energy in those meatballs is very strong...” said Liu Ya with a somewhat serious expression. His perception was keen, and he could sense a strong energy fluctuation in those meatballs.

”They are not weak, but they are useless. To fight a Two-revolution Little Saint with the strength of the Nine-star True Immortal is like... an ant trying to shake a great tree,” said Ying Ya.

The gap between their strength was too enormous. In fact, even the gap between the different levels of the Little Saint realm was as large as a natural chasm.

The seven meatballs glowed blindingly like the sun and began to spin, forming a rotating circle.

Bu Fang's mind flickered as his figure approached them, chasing behind the Explosive Meatballs.

Blood Three widened his eyes, and a vast plume of energy burst out of his body, which seemed to envelop the whole sky. Then, he brought the blood-colored sickled down from his shoulder and hacked it at the incoming meatballs.

A strong gust of wind came blowing over, making Bu Fang's Vermillion Chef Robe flap violently. The power of seven Explosive Meatballs was very strong, but he didn't think they could kill the Judge. What he was really after was...

When the dust and smoke faded, Bu Fang rushed out from the flames and appeared in front of Blood Three.

”Oh?”

That gave not only the Judge a pause, but also took Ying Ya and Liu Ya slightly aback, who were quietly watching the battle from a distance. However, the brothers soon shook their heads at the same time.

”I thought this young man has some unique ability, but it seems he's just a simpleminded guy with some courage...' Ying Ya sighed.

It appeared to them that Bu Fang, a Nine-star True Immortal, was about to engage the Judge in a grapple. However, unless he was an expert who specialized in the cultivation of the fleshly body, he couldn't even break through the pure physical defense of a Little Saint.

Since Ying Ya and Liu Ya knew about this, Blood Three naturally knew about it as well.

”You're digging your own grave.” Even as Blood Three said that, his face grew fierce, and his sickle began to spin rapidly around him. Suddenly, the sharp weapon burst into a bright light and slashed out toward Bu Fang's head.

As he watched the sickle approach the target, Blood Three seemed to be able to picture Bu Fang being cut in half with his sickle. However, he soon noticed something unusual. This young man was too calm, so much so that it gave him a bad feeling.

A rainbow-colored dumpling appeared in Bu Fang's hand. It floated over his palm before he held it up and flung it at Blood Three. In the blink of an eye, the Divine Seal Dumpling was cut in half by the blood-colored sickle and exploded into dazzling white light, accompanied by an invisible force.

Buzz…

A sense of alarm rose in Blood Three's mind. The next moment, he was horrified to find that he couldn't move his body. It was as if he was tangled by many invisible chains.

'What's going on?!' A shocked look emerged in his eyes. He couldn't believe that this young man had the means to restrain him.

The moment the dumpling exploded, Bu Fang's eyes turned fierce. He had only the space of three breaths to act. The Divine Seal Dumpling could only restrain a Little Saint for two to three breaths, so with this Judge's cultivation, the duration should be less than three breaths. Therefore, he had to give him a deadly blow within this short time!

Pak!

Bu Fang slapped away the sickle, dashed forward with a cold look in his eyes, and punched Blood Three in the head.

Blood Three's eyes shrank. He felt a stab of pain and coughed out some blood.

Then, Bu Fang touched his belt and produced the White Tiger Heaven Stove. The stove came crashing down onto Blood Three, making him feel as if his body was about to explode. After that, a scorching fire burst out of the stove and began to burn.

Trapped under the stove, Blood Three felt he was about to be ripped apart by the extreme heat and horrible tearing force. Suddenly, his blood-color robe broke into pieces.