Chapter 1875

Watching the formation spirit finally point its finger at Ye Zhangqing, it deemed Ye Zhangqing the winner of this Chúyì contest.

Zhang Wuyue's teeth were about to shatter; he simply could not accept such a result.

Unfortunately, the Cooking King Hall's formation spirit understands none of this; here, there is only victory or defeat, and other considerations are not even taken into account.

And as Zhang Wuyue roared in anger, the other chief disciples present all wore strange expressions.

Yet their feet retreated in perfect unison, clearing the space for Zhang Wuyue and Ye Zhangqing.

Everyone knew what was about to happen.

According to the bet, since Ye Zhangqing had won and was even declared first place by the formation spirit,

there was no doubt he had won, and indeed won overwhelmingly, without the slightest question.

At this point Zhang Wuyue should have bowed his head in submission.

But everyone knew Zhang Wuyue would certainly never do that.

Asking him to sacrifice his life would be harder than climbing to heaven, or rather, anyone would find it nearly impossible to do so.

As expected, seeing the formation spirit pay no heed at all, plus Ye Zhangqing's gaze, Zhang Wuyue's face instantly darkened to the extreme, gritting his teeth, he snarled.

"Ye Zhangqing, you've won—so what? Do you think winning changes anything?"

"Today, the one who dies will still be you."

These words unmistakably revealed Zhang Wuyue's thoughts; Ye Zhangqing, however, remained unchanged, not at all surprised.

The result that others could foresee, Ye Zhangqing naturally foresaw as well.

So, upon hearing Zhang Wuyue's words, Ye Zhangqing simply replied calmly.

"It's fine; from the start I already knew this would be the outcome. If you won't give it, I'll take it myself."

Hoping Zhang Wuyue would voluntarily fulfill the bet, Ye Zhangqing was not that naïve.

Since he was unwilling to give it up, then taking it himself was fine.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing speak so lightly, Zhang Wuyue gritted his teeth even harder, making them creak.

From these words, it seemed as if Zhang Wuyue's life, in Ye Zhangqing's eyes, was something that could be snatched away at any moment.

Like the fish and meat on the chopping board, take it whenever you want.

This feeling caused Zhang Wuyue's anger to rise steadily, feeling bullied beyond endurance.

"Surname Ye, who do you think you are? Are you a few Young City Lords? I stand here today—let's see how you'll take it."

And as Zhang Wuyue spoke, the other three chief disciples also stepped forward to his side.

Clearly they had formed a group, intending to share Zhang Wuyue's fate.

Feeling these three chief disciples approach, Zhang Wuyue's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a strong confidence.

Yeah, how could he lose today?

Even if Ye Zhangqing obtained the Chúyì victory, so what? Our side has four chief disciples.

Ye Zhangqing's side has only one... no, even if we add Su Qingyue, that woman, just two people—what could they do?

And let's not even mention Su Qingyue................

He gave Su Qingyue, still trapped in hesitation, a contemptuous glance.

As Zhang Wuyue's provocation unfolded, Su Qingyue remained frozen in place, neither retreating nor daring to step forward, torn.

Her heart was filled with conflict; on one side because of the prior agreement, and on the other because of the value Ye Zhangqing had shown.

Su Qingyue felt that if she lent her aid, it would surely bring benefit, without loss.

But on the other hand, seeing Zhang Wuyue's group of four, her heart filled with apprehension.

Her strength was roughly on par with Zhang Wuyue and his companions; helping Ye Zhangqing hold off one of them would be fine, but facing two, or even three, at once would leave her with no chance of victory.

By then, not only would she fail to protect Ye Zhangqing, but she would also drag herself into trouble—clearly not worthwhile.

Thus Su Qingyue truly could not make up her mind for a moment.

Should she risk her life, stand with Ye Zhangqing and gamble everything, or choose safety and preserve herself first?

Su Qingyue's hesitation grew, and her every move fell into Zhang Wuyue's sight; he curled his lip in a cold smile, feeling contempt.

A single Su Qingyue, still looking left and right, weighing many concerns, dare not act—she posed no threat at all.

Therefore, the target remained solely Ye Zhangqing.

The four of them joining forces—could they still fear being unable to take down Ye Zhangqing?

Su Qingyue was certainly not to be relied upon, and Zhang Wuyue's gaze fell again on Ye Zhangqing.

Killing intent shone plainly in his eyes; as long as he killed him, everything else would be no problem.

Winning again—what does it matter if a corpse gains victory? What could it represent?

Nor did he strike immediately; Zhang Wuyue waited, waiting for the Cooking King Hall's formation spirit to vanish.

Because the formation spirit, aside from judging victory or defeat, also bears the duty of protecting the Cooking King Hall.

So, as the kitchen spirit is still present, acting now would likely provoke a protective reaction from it toward the Cooking King Hall.

This Cooking King Hall's formation spirit is truly an existence above the realm of immortals.

Given the cultivation strength of those present, they are certainly no match for this Cooking King Hall's formation spirit.

Therefore, even if they were to act, they must wait until the formation spirit disappears before moving.

Everyone in the hall knows what Zhang Wuyue is thinking; moreover, even if he wanted to strike now, the others would likely not consent.

After all, if the formation spirit were to act, they would all be caught up in it.

After all, at this moment everyone is still inside the Cooking King Hall; later the formation spirit might deem everyone a threat and launch a mistaken attack.

Then they would be implicated by Zhang Wuyue.

Everyone enjoys watching the excitement, but no one likes to be dragged into it.

Seeing that Zhang Wuyue still retained his reason and did not lash out wildly, the crowd finally relaxed a little.

Otherwise, they would have no choice but to join forces to stop Zhang Wuyue's actions.

For a moment, the hall fell into silence; no one spoke, and even the fall of a pin could be heard.

The atmosphere kept growing oppressive; everyone knew that once the formation spirit disappeared, it would be the moment the great war broke out.

Zhang Wuyue, together with the three chief disciples, had already finished their battle preparations.

All they needed now was for the formation spirit to disappear; then the four would rush forward and capture Ye Zhangqing, giving him no chance to struggle.

Especially Zhang Wuyue, whose fists were clenched tight, as if he couldn't wait to blast Ye Zhangqing to pieces right then.

And under such oppression, the elders on the other side of the formation had expressions that were quite remarkable at this moment.

Everything that happened in the hall was clearly seen by all the elders, but just a moment ago, the Deputy City Lord suddenly sent a voice transmission, saying he wanted to protect Ye Zhangqing.

Upon hearing this, the elders naturally guessed the other party's intention right away.

Needless to say, Ye Zhangqing's previously displayed cooking skill had already earned the Deputy City Lord's approval.