Chapter 1874: Final Result

Zhang Wuyue's face sank like water, his icy gaze like a cold blade fixed tightly on Ye Zhangqing; the killing intent deep in his heart surged like huge waves, endless.

"This child possesses extraordinary talent and surpasses others in strength; if we do not eliminate him now, he will surely become a great menace later, and must not be spared."

Zhang Wuyue thought to himself.

As Ye Zhangqing's displayed strength grew ever stronger, the threat to him increased, and the killing intent in Zhang Wuyue's heart flared like a prairie fire, blazing wildly.

At this moment Ye Zhangqing had just stepped into Cooking King Immortal City, not yet firmly settled, his foundation still shallow; yet even so, the astonishing potential and strength he displayed left everyone stunned.

If given more time to develop and grow, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Upon thinking of this, Zhang Wuyue couldn't help but draw a cold breath, his resolve already set.

No matter the outcome of this contest, today we absolutely cannot let Ye Zhangqing have the chance to step out of Cooking King Hall alive.

At the same time, Zhang Wuyue silently gave a glance to the three other chief disciples standing beside him.

Only saw those three slightly nod, indicating they understood.

Obviously, they had already reached a tacit understanding; at the crucial moment they would surely act together to assist Zhang Wuyue in subduing or even killing Ye Zhangqing.

A shocking life-and-death showdown was about to begin...

At the same moment, on the other side of the arena, Su Qingyue was quietly directing her gaze toward Ye Zhangqing.

However, the thoughts deep in her mind were utterly different from Zhang Wuyue's.

In fact, Su Qingyue's willingness to lend Ye Zhangqing aid at the critical moment and help him resist Zhang Wuyue and his companions' attacks was entirely due to her master's influence.

Initially, Su Qingyue's thoughts were clear—she did not intend to risk her life for Ye Zhangqing.

But now, upon witnessing Ye Zhangqing's astonishing display of Chúyì, Su Qingyue's state of mind began to waver slightly.

Judging solely by this superb Chúyì, if given enough time to temper and grow, Ye Zhangqing would undoubtedly secure the position of chief senior disciple of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall.

Moreover, as Ye Zhangqing's Chúyì level and his own strength continued to rise, the benefits Su Qingyue, as an ally, could reap would only increase.

Furthermore, considering Ye Zhangqing had just entered this entirely new environment of Cooking King Immortal City, he was undoubtedly in the most difficult and arduous stage.

As the saying goes, "sending charcoal in the snow far outweighs adding flowers to brocade"; this principle holds true at all times and places.

Consequently, various factors intertwined, forcing Su Qingyue to reassess her attitude toward whether to fully support Ye Zhangqing.

If this time she exerts her full effort and backs him, then Ye Zhangqing will have already accepted Su Qingyue's favor.

Thus, one day he will inevitably need to repay the favor accordingly.

For this reason, Su Qingyue is now repeatedly weighing in her heart what course of action would be most appropriate.

However, Ye Zhangqing was completely unaware of the thoughts and ideas in Zhang Wuyue's and Su Qingyue's minds, and gave them no thought at all.

Moreover, even when facing the formation spirit's judgment, Ye Zhangqing's expression remained extremely calm, as if the final outcome of this contest were already under his control.

His whole person appeared composed and unflustered, utterly devoid of any worry or tension.

During this period, the formation spirit of Cooking King Hall continually shifted its form, pausing briefly before each meticulously prepared dish.

Thus, the dishes personally prepared by the numerous chief disciples present were each given a "tasting".

Time passed second by second, and in the blink of an eye the crucial moment to reveal the final result arrived.

At this moment, aside from Ye Zhangqing, all the other chief disciples present flashed a hint of tension in their eyes.

After all, everyone longed to stand out in this fierce competition, seize the final victory, and pocket that priceless pure-blood immortal phoenix.

For a moment, everyone's gaze focused on the formation spirit, holding their breath and waiting silently for it to announce the final judgment.

The entire atmosphere was unusually solemn, as if even the air had frozen.

Under the silent, unblinking watch of the crowd, the formation spirit standing at the center of the hall, emanating mysterious light, finally extended its slender finger, pointing straight at Ye Zhangqing's direction.

As the formation spirit completed this motion, the previously silent hall, where even a dropped pin could be heard, instantly stirred up a great commotion.

Among the chief disciples present, their gazes underwent noticeable changes: some were astonished, mouths slightly agape; some wore doubtful frowns; others displayed schadenfreude.

However, the person whose reaction was the most intense and emotions the most agitated was undoubtedly Zhang Wuyue.

At the instant the formation spirit's finger unmistakably pointed at Ye Zhangqing, Zhang Wuyue's face flushed blood-red, his eyes bulging as if about to spit fire.

Immediately after, he clenched his teeth and roared angrily.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could you possibly win? What do you rely on?"

To Zhang Wuyue, Ye Zhangqing's victory was nothing short of a nightmare ending, a fact he could never accept.

After all, so many powerful chief disciples had gathered in this hall; in Zhang Wuyue's mind, no matter who ultimately won this contest, even if that person bore him a grudge, he might still be able to face it calmly and accept it.

But Ye Zhangqing was the exception, for if Ye Zhangqing won, it would mean Zhang Wuyue had utterly lost the wager, and the price awaiting him would be the loss of his precious life.

Although Zhang Wuyue never intended from the start to honestly uphold that so-called wager, this result still made him feel an indescribable nausea, as if he had inadvertently swallowed a disgusting fly—such a taste need not be elaborated.

Alas, Zhang Wuyue's anger and shouting could change nothing; the formation spirit sensed none of his fury, let alone alter anything because of his outburst.

Since the formation spirit had already determined Ye Zhangqing as the ultimate victor, this was the conclusion.