Chapter 1201

The two sides locked eyes, both showing a hint of surprise and doubt.

More than ten demons wondered how there could be so many human experts here.

Looking at the three leaders of the Spirit Chef Alliance, wow, they have Great Saint cultivation, with several others at Saint Realm; then seeing Ye Zhangqing at Saint Realm, and Bai Hua Xianzi and Jue Ying at Great Saint.

Damn, why are there so many human experts here?

Wasn't it agreed that everyone would go to the battlefield? Where's the fight ahead? Why are you all hiding here with so many experts?

More than ten demons were dazed, and Ye Zhangqing and the others were also dazed.

Is this Spirit City? How did the ingredients just show up on their own?

Looking at these more than ten demon ingredients, everyone was bewildered; this person sits at home, and the ingredients come from the sky?

For a moment, both sides stalled, with nobody making a move.

In the end, Ye Zhangqing was the first to come to his senses, and he shouted in a low voice.

"What are you staring at? Gather the ingredients!"

"Oh oh."

Upon hearing this, many Spirit Chefs suddenly snapped awake, grabbed the knives beside them, and rushed forward.

Seeing this, the leading demon of Great Saint Realm turned black-faced, roared loudly, not knowing what he said, and the two sides immediately went into battle.

Spirit Chefs wielding kitchen knives showed no fear against the demons; seeing this, Bai Hua Xianzi worriedly said.

"Let's go help."

"No need."

The numerical gap is huge, and besides, don't underestimate chefs—who said chefs can't fight?

Ye Zhangqing was already very familiar with the Spirit Chef Alliance, and he knew these Spirit Chefs like the back of his hand.

It can only be said that people greatly misunderstand the Spirit Chef Alliance's combat strength.

People only think Spirit Chefs are just a bunch of cooks who only know how to cook, but actually, who said chefs can't fight? Is their combat strength low?

You should know that before Ye Zhangqing appeared, the status of Spirit Chefs was quite low.

And low status caused a problem: there were no subordinates, no one wanted to become a Spirit Chef, so naturally there were no apprentices.

Unlike Pill Masters and Formation Masters, taking on a disciple is simple for them.

Back then, Spirit Chefs wanting to take on disciples had to go through great trouble, and there might not even be anyone.

With no subordinates, many times when they needed special ingredients, Spirit Chefs either had to pay money or do it themselves.

And with low income, most of the time they had to do it themselves.

So, many of the older generation of Spirit Chefs in the Spirit Chef Alliance have truly licked blood from the knife's edge.

Fighting demon beasts is commonplace, after all, if you don't get them, you have no ingredients.

So, looking at the crowd of Spirit Chefs wielding kitchen knives and charging forward, as soon as they act, damn, almost all Spirit Chefs at Heavenly Human Realm or above have grasped Blade Intent, and their realm is not low either.

A kitchen knife is still a knife; we Spirit Chefs deal with kitchen knives every day, so grasping blade intent is quite normal.

Besides that, many Spirit Chefs' combat ability is not weak at all within the same realm.

At least they are much stronger than Pill Masters and Formation Masters.

"This.............."

Bai Hua Xianzi and Jue Ying stared dumbfounded—how could the Spirit Chefs' combat power be so fierce?

Looking at that kitchen knife dancing with vigorous power in their hands, damn, it seems not inferior to the disciples of the Blood Blade Peak of the Dao Yi Holy Land.

Moreover, the blade's flash was even more murderous, their strike was ruthless, resembling someone who has long licked blood from the blade.

This is natural; to become a qualified Spirit Chef, one must first have a heart as hard as iron.

Hands must be steady, heart must be ruthless.

This is evident from handling ingredients; whether it's tearing tendons and extracting bones, or plucking feathers and stripping skin, it requires a calm mind and steady hands.

After processing ingredients for so many years, these Spirit Chefs' hearts have long become as cold as ice.

Moreover, their state of mind is even more peaceful; there's no room for timidity.

After all, as chefs facing ingredients, isn't this their professional domain? How could they possibly feel fear?

Looking at one of the Spirit Chef Alliance's leaders, he alone took on the leading demon.

Their cultivation levels should be roughly equal, not far apart, but from the first clash, this leader has always held an absolute advantage.

Each of his strikes seemed to land on the demon's weak point, making the demon suffer greatly.

This guy is off—how does he know my weak points so well? It's as if we've lived together for a long time.

That demon didn't know that, as a leader of the Spirit Chef Alliance, a qualified ninth-grade Spirit Chef was about to enter the Saint level.

Over eighty thousand demon ingredients have been processed.

When processing ingredients, one naturally gains a detailed understanding of the demon's body structure; otherwise, how could one achieve flawless results?

Since you understand your body structure, you naturally know your weak points.

So, for this demon before them, the Spirit Chef Alliance's leader knows exactly what to do.

Knowing exactly where to strike for pain and where for the best effect is crystal clear.

Thus, facing this Spirit Chef Alliance leader, the demon finds it hard to bear.

Originally strong flesh now seems sealed, daring not to resist the attack head-on.

Each strike aims at his soft ribs; if hit, he'd be seriously injured, maybe even cut down with one blow.

The battle situation immediately became one-sided; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing shouted.

"Just kill them; tonight we'll first have some meat."

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, the many spirit chefs were completely excited; they too hadn't eaten Demon Race Food Material in a long time.

They actually get to eat before others this time—how can they still bear it?

Immediately, even before the battle ended, spirit chefs went to boil water and sharpen knives, waiting for the battle to finish so they could cook him right there on the spot.

Seeing that the battle wasn't over yet, these humans began sharpening their knives, while more than ten demons were utterly confused.

No, you're fighting just fine—why are you sharpening your knives? What do you mean?

"Come on, my water's already boiled—you still haven't finished?"

"Almost, almost—just one more strike and we'll kill him outright."

"Hurry up, I'm waiting over here."

"Okay."

They couldn't understand what the people were saying, but these more than ten demons could still feel that the humans' attacks were growing increasingly fierce.

They found it increasingly hard to hold on, each move aimed at killing them.

Finally, the first demon fell, its throat slit in one stroke by one of the alliance leaders.

Immediately, the other spirit chefs who had been ready rushed forward and dragged his corpse away.

"Remember to prepare it well—this is for us to eat."

Seeing this, that alliance leader loudly reminded them.

"Don't worry, alliance leader—this is so practiced it can't be more practiced."