Chapter 1731 - Marquis Lang Gu (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A rain of blood fell on District B.

A terrible blast erupted from the purple-haired youth’s hand and rushed toward the army that was charging toward him. Just when all the nobles thought nothing had happened, something horrible unfolded right before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Guards that filled the sky were cut in half with a single slash. Their bodies were cut in half at the waist. Blood kept spurting out from their broken bodies and falling from the sky.

It was a spine-chilling scene. No one thought that this chef could really fight an army by himself!

Even Marchioness Moti was stunned. She had never dreamed of seeing this. Her Blood Guards were invincible and had swept across multiple universes. However, this purple-haired chef cut them all in half with just one slash!

One slash. He used only one slash to cut the mighty Blood Guards in half.

Countless body parts fell from the sky. The soldiers, cut in half, had lost their ability to recover. Their flesh was writhing, and soon their souls flew out of the broken bodies in panic and fled wildly in all directions. Even the ten Saints of the Great Path were slain by the slash!

Now, not only the nobles, but even Bu Fang in his spirit sea was dumbfounded.

‘Qilin is indeed… the boss of the five Artifact Spirits,’ he thought to himself.

“White Tiger, you still have a lot to learn,” Gold Dragon said as he twisted his long body.

White Tiger grunted arrogantly and looked away.

Among all the Artifact Spirits, Qilin’s strength was the strongest, so the strength he could exert after possessing Bu Fang was naturally very exceptional. Of course, when Bu Fang stepped into the realm of the Chaotic Saints, the strength that the other Artifact Spirits could exert would be even stronger. When the time comes, White Tiger could achieve this as well. But not now.

Purple-haired Bu Fang had an evil smile on his lips that sent chills down the backs of all the nobles. If the impression the dark-haired Bu Fang gave them was cold and arrogant, and the white-haired Bu Fang was proud, then the purple-haired Bu Fang was evil. When they looked at him, they felt they were staring at death.

Marchioness Moti’s face became very ugly. ‘Is this the fighting prowess of a duke? How is this even possible… How could this chef possess such strength?!’

In the distance, purple-haired Bu Fang flexed his wrist, then he made the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife spin in his palm.

“What are you waiting for, little lump of iron? This is a feast for you,” he said with a half-smile.

Holding the spear in its hand, Whitey’s mechanical eyes lit up. The next moment, its abdomen turned into a black vortex. A powerful suction burst out of it as if to suck everything into its belly.

Up in the sky, the souls of the Blood Guards were trying hard to flee, but the force began to pull them toward Whitey’s stomach. None of them could resist it, and they all looked frightened.

“You are too unbridled!”

Marchioness Moti was fuming. If the souls of these Blood Guards were sucked away by that puppet, then her army would be wiped out, and she would become the laughingstock of everyone in Void City. She could not bear such humiliation at all! She was a marquis, and she could not allow a chef to wipe out her army!

Clutching the bloody knife, she lunged frantically toward Whitey. She wanted to destroy this puppet!

All the nobles watching the fight sucked in their breath. They still remembered Bess’s desperate face and her tragic end. To them, this puppet was not the Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon, but a monster who ate humans without spitting bones!

Out of her anger, Marchioness Moti unleashed her greatest strength. Chaotic energy churned over her head. A closer look would reveal that she had almost hundreds of strands of Chaotic Energy. The numbers were impressive.

Surrounded by Chaotic Energy, the knife went straight at Whitey. However, before it could reach its target, it was blocked by a kitchen knife. The clash of the bloody knife and the golden kitchen knife produced a deafening clang, which shattered the void around them.

“How dare you swing your knife in front of me? Are you looking for death?”

Marchioness Moti’s voice was cold. The next moment, she spun her bloody knife. Thousands of knives shot out of the blade and flew toward Bu Fang to cut him to pieces. This was a fearsome killing move.

However, purple-haired Bu Fang just smiled evilly. Without hesitation, he raised the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and began to swing it. With just the kitchen knife, he shattered all the bloody knives that were closing in on him. His movements were so fast that people gasped as they watched.

In a flash, the two of them were fighting each other. The kitchen knife and the bloody knife kept colliding, but each collision sent Marchioness Moti flying backward.

The duke-level pressure emanating from Bu Fang made her face look very ugly. His every move was filled with terrifying power. She felt that not only was she starting to have difficulties in fending off his attacks, but she was also gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

‘Is he really just a chef? Why would a mere chef who isn’t even a Chaotic Saint give me duke-level pressure? I don’t believe this is real!’

She began to fight with a barbarous knife technique. Every move she made seemed to shatter the stars.

However, purple-haired Bu Fang was still very relaxed. This attitude of his irritated Marchioness Moti again. She felt that he was humiliating her!

In the distance, Whitey was absorbing the souls excitedly, its mechanical eyes flashing.

Foxy and Shrimpy were guarding it. Whenever some of the surviving Blood Guards tried to stop Whitey from absorbing the souls, the little fox would unleash a Soul Demon meatball and blow them apart. The two little fellows were like the fiercest gatekeepers, charged with killing anyone who stood in Whitey’s way.

Countless souls struggled as they were being absorbed by Whitey. The more souls it absorbed, the stronger its aura became. The scene sent chills down the backs of the nobles.

“What kind of monster did this chef bring with him? Is District B going to be turned upside down now? Who else could stop him? The other marquises?”

Some nobles thought of that possibility, but they also felt that this idea was somewhat impractical. The three marquises striking together just to defeat a chef? This was just… too much, wasn’t it?