1263 Stubborn Wandering Soul Realm Experts (2/2)

”Did this guy give up already?”

”Is it because he knows he can't resist the Little Saint's attack, so he chose to die happily?”

”But… Why do I feel something's not right here?”

Suddenly, Soul Three moved. A frightened expression came over his face, and then he staggered several steps back, sat down, and even rolled on the ground. Before long, he began to shiver, and the look on his face became like that of a fool.

The scene made everyone suck in a cold breath.

Soul Three had also become a fool.

At the sight of this, all the Wandering Soul Realm experts' hairs stood up.

”How could that be?! Soul Three's ghost slave is extremely loyal and stable! It will never attack him! Why has he become a fool too?! By the look of it, his mental force should have been torn to pieces as well… But why did that little chef look perfectly fine? What the hell is going on?!”

The Wandering Soul Realm experts were shivering all over. Bu Fang's calm manner made them feel as if anger was burning in their chests! They wished they could tear him to pieces now!

”Dammit! Soul Three boasted that his ghost slave is the most loyal one, and yet the same thing happened to him too! A piece of junk!” The grim woman of the Wandering Soul Realm was furious.

”Could Soul Three have been killed by Soul Eight's ghost slave?”

Someone put forward this idea, and it immediately won everyone's unanimous approval. This was a very likely scenario. Soul Eight was devoured by his ghost slave, who might still be in the boy's spirit sea. When it was about to devour the boy's spirit sea, Soul Three arrived, and they had a fierce fight. As a result, Soul Eight's ghost slave devoured Soul Three.

”This boy is really lucky!” said one Wandering Soul Realm expert coldly.

Suddenly, the grim woman moved. Her white robe fluttered, and in the next instant, she had appeared in the arena, surrounded by many ghostly figures.

”Let me send you to your death,” she said coldly.

Bu Fang glanced at the woman, stuffed the fruit in his hand into his mouth, chewed it for a while, then spit out a seed.

”This woman is the leader of the Wandering Soul Realm! She's very fearsome!”

”Yes! Her name is Demon One, and she boasts that she is as strong as Nether Prison geniuses… Among all the experts from first-class worlds, she can be considered as one of the top experts.”

”This little chef will die this time!”

The audience went into an uproar when they saw the woman step into the arena. Her appearance made many experts gasp, whether they came from the Vajra Realm, Earth Prison, the Winged Man Valley, the West Little Buddhism Realm, or even the Abyss. These experts watched the battle in the arena nervously, eager to know the final result of the match.

A gust of chilly wind began to blow in the arena. Soon, the woman turned into a puff of black smoke and went into Bu Fang's spirit sea.

'Again?' Bu Fang rolled his eyes. 'She's using the same trick too. These Wandering Soul Realm experts are really f*cking stubborn! Both their teammates have become fools. Why do they still want to rush into my spirit sea? Do they like being tortured so much?'

In his spirit sea, he had not only the Artifact Spirits of the God of Cooking Set, but also his divine will Phantom Spirit. These guys' mental forces could never do him any harm.

As soon as the woman struck, the other Wandering Soul Realm contestants began to scream, and their faces lit up with excitement. Obviously, they thought the woman would succeed.

Bu Fang grabbed a spirit fruit, took a bite, then turned his eyes and squinted at the Wandering Soul Realm experts outside the arena. The look in his eyes made their cheers gradually fade. Soon, they all stared at him blankly.

'Why are we cheering? What if the Chief also fails?'

As soon as this thought came to them, the woman let out a terrible cry. Blood flowed out of her seven orifices as she staggered back, her head in her hands and her body writhing violently.

”Hmm?” Bu Fang paused. He didn't expect that the woman did not immediately become a fool. However, he quickly understood the reason.

Because of the failure of the first two contestants, the woman was much more careful. She only sent seventy percent of her mental force into Bu Fang's spirit sea and left the remaining thirty percent in her body. Now, as the seventy-percent mental force was destroyed by the Golden Divine Dragon, she was experiencing a backfire.

”You… You have formed the divine will… What are… those monsters in your spirit sea?!” growled the woman. As blood was oozing out of her seven orifices, she appeared more horrible and ferocious.

Her words stunned everyone present.

Divine will? How could a mere half-step Saint form the divine will?

Bu Fang stuffed the last spirit fruit into his mouth, shook the water from his hand, and glanced indifferently from the corners of his eyes at the woman. The next moment, a storm set off in his spirit sea, and his divine will poured out of his body.

Over his spirit sea, the closed eyes of the divine will Phantom Spirit flicked open and shone with dazzling golden light.

Outside the arena, the audience's pupils constricted. They suddenly felt a terrible pressure sweep over them, which made them breathe faster.

Divine will… This was really the pressure from one's divine will!

All of a sudden, Bu Fang's body burst into golden light, while a huge divine will Phantom Spirit emerged above his head. At this moment, he looked like a god.

The appearance of his divine will stunned everyone.