Chapter 1734 - Bu Fang’s Strongest Trump Card (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Hold your mouth? Why does it sound so… weird?”

Many people had a strange look on their faces, but more were shocked.

Purple-haired Bu Fang appeared at Whitey’s side in a flash as if he had teleported. Whitey’s mechanical eyes, which had turned purple, rotated as it glanced at him, puzzled. It knew that the man in front of it was not Bu Fang, so it might not obey what he said.

That was how headstrong Whitey was.

“Don’t eat her. You will burst apart if you did… You’ve just evolved, so your body can’t absorb another marquis,” Bu Fang said with an evil smile, combing his purple hair with one hand.

“Also, if you eat her, you will likely provoke the Queen of Curses… Do you think Little Host can resist that mighty being with his current strength?” Qilin thought his analysis was almost perfect.

That gave Whitey pause. Its purple eyes flashed as if it was weighing the pros and cons. Eventually, it sighed, and the black hole in its round belly disappeared.

Marchioness Moti’s soul, which was being pulled by the great suction, felt the shackle on her was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief. With a lingering fear in her, she glanced at Whitey, then at Bu Fang.

She knew that she survived this time and that her opponent was afraid of the Queen of Curses. She gave Bu Fang a deep look with complex emotions in her eyes.

In fact, she was not sure if the Queen of Curses would make a move for her. In any case, she was kind of indebted to this chef this time. Without saying a word, she spun, turned into a stream of light, and sped away. She left the place in dejection.

None of the nobles of District B dared to breathe too loudly. What could they do when even two marquises had failed to stop the chef? They felt hopeless and could only watch as the chef fought all his way out of District B.

…

Marchioness Moti had a magnificent residence. As the leader of Blood Guards and the marquis of Void City, she had a great deal of vanity, and she had built herself a luxurious mansion to fulfill that. However, the residence was empty now.

Her soul drifted across the sky and landed in the residence. She had lost her fleshly body. It would take her countless years to construct herself a new body, and her cultivation base would be stuck at this level for a very long time. This was not good news to her.

Void City was a very competitive place. Anyone who fell behind here would be beaten up by others. If she failed to progress for a long time, she would likely end up a Chaotic Saint like that person in charge of the fighting pit. This was what she did not wish to see. Of course, being alive was already a good ending for her at this moment.

She sat cross-legged down in the mansion and began to slowly recover her strength. The power of curses spread and wrapped her up, restoring her strength.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes. There was a flicker of doubt in them. She looked into the distance, where the main door of the residence stood. It was shrouded in a chilly, dark atmosphere.

“Who goes there?” Marchioness Moti cried out in a cold voice, frowning. Although she was left with her soul, she still had the authoritative air she used to have.

As her voice echoed out, a hand appeared from the darkness and grabbed the door. It was covered with cold, black scales, which seemed to be writhing.

Marchioness Moti felt her heart jump up into her throat. She was in her weakest state now. She did not expect that someone would sneak into her residence at this moment.

The figure behind the door stepped forward. The next moment, it charged toward Marchioness Moti at top speed as if it had seen the most delicious food in the world.

She felt a shock of cold. In her soul form, she jumped up. The power of curses spread, turned into a black cursed snake, and rushed at the figure.

With a rumbling sound, the snake struck the figure. Countless black scales shot in all directions and blood spilled, but the figure ignored the curse power and continued charging at her.

She was weak now, but when her curse power erupted, she could still kill a Saint of the Great Path without any trouble. ‘Who is this stranger?!’ she screamed in her mind. The next moment, the head of a crocodile appeared in front of her.

“Ezra?! How dare you!”

Marchioness Moti saw the man, and she flew into a rage. In her soul form, she roared.

The curse power surged and impacted Ezra, making him bleed profusely as if he had just been fished out of a blood pool. However, the madness in his eyes did not fade away. He took a step forward.

The demonic black claws fell and grabbed Marchioness Moti’s soul. She howled miserably in an instant, and she felt as if her soul was about to be evaporated. It was an uncomfortable feeling that she could not describe with words.

“You… You’re a Soul Demon?!” she hissed, struggling to open her eyes.