Chapter 1876: I never worried

Through the Formation Light Curtain, the elders scattered throughout Cooking King Immortal City at this moment had varied expressions.

Ma Qiankun couldn't help but show a hint of joy in his eyes, while Lin Longkun had a grim, dripping expression, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, unknown what he was thinking.

However, one thing is certain: because of the Deputy City Lord's remark, Ye Zhangqing's situation has obviously improved greatly.

At the same time, in the small courtyard where the Deputy City Lord resided, after the voice transmission from the Deputy City Lord of Cooking King Immortal City ended, the old man sitting beside him laughed and said.

"You don't care about face anymore?"

His words carried a hint of teasing; in response, the Deputy City Lord gave the old man a glance and said lightly.

"This kid is a fine sapling."

"Haha, you old thing, every time you pretend to be fat by swelling your face, but this time I actually agree."

He was a bit flushed, but it's no big deal; after all, who would dare say that about the Deputy City Lord?

The two spoke in a relaxed mood, but just then, within the Formation Light Curtain—that is, inside the Cooking King Hall—

After the formation spirit of the Cooking King Hall announced the result and slowly dissipated.

Zhang Wuyue couldn't hold back and wanted to make the first move.

But faster than him was Ye Zhangqing; seeing Ye Zhangqing, who had always been as still as an ancient well, after the Cooking King Hall's formation spirit vanished, he stepped forward and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

No one expected that, under these circumstances, the one who wanted to act was not Zhang Wuyue's group but Ye Zhangqing.

"Be careful."

As Ye Zhangqing's figure vanished, a chief disciple standing beside Zhang Wuyue was the first to react, shouting in a low voice.

At the same time, his hand moved quickly, thinking he had caught Ye Zhangqing's motion, intending to strike first to block.

He threw a punch, and it seemed the fist's light would strike Ye Zhangqing, who had just appeared before him.

However, as his fist struck Ye Zhangqing's body, the chief disciple felt no joy at all.

Not even a smile appeared on his face; the next second he was shocked and pale.

Something's wrong, something's wrong—what's before him is an illusion............

"How is that possible."

He muttered in disbelief; with his eyesight, he actually hadn't noticed at all just now that it was an illusion.

It looked as if Ye Zhangqing had flashed forward to stand before the four of them, but in reality it was merely a shadow.

Immediately, before the chief disciple could regain his senses, a blade light flashed from behind, followed by an extreme aura of death rushing toward him.

His hairs stood on end, but it was already too late to react; under the chief disciple's terrified expression, the blade light sliced his neck.

Terrifying spiritual power, blade intent, and the power of laws instantly severed the chief disciple's head, while his vitality rapidly faded.

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

Everything happened in the flash of lightning and sparks—from Ye Zhangqing's action to the chief disciple's head flying high, blood spurting like a pillar from the wound—all in the blink of an eye.

By the time the others present came to their senses, the chief disciple's body had already collapsed heavily, devoid of any vitality.

Zhang Wuyue and his two companions stared dumbfounded, utterly unable to believe what they were seeing before their eyes at that moment.

They were also chief disciples, so why was he killed with a single strike?

Throughout the process, it seemed there was no chance to resist at all.

The turn of events was too absurd, so absurd that Zhang Wuyue's trio couldn't accept it, only able to stand there dazed.

Their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Ye Zhangqing, who held a kitchen knife still dripping with blood.

The four of them joined forces, yet not only failed to subdue Ye Zhangqing, but were instead counter-killed by him, losing one person.

The deceased chief disciple probably never understood, even in death, why it turned out this way; in the blink of an eye he was already dead and gone.

His expression calm, he locked eyes with Zhang Wuyue.

"You........... you................."

Gradually regaining his composure bit by bit, Zhang Wuyue looked at Ye Zhangqing but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

This scene before them was even harder to accept than the formation spirit's earlier judgment that Ye Zhangqing had won.

Compared to the shocked Zhang Wuyue, Ye Zhangqing was very calm, speaking unhurriedly.

"Actually, from the very beginning I never worried."

"Whether you keep the bet, whether anyone helps you, how many people help you, how many enemies I have to face—I don't care about any of that."

"Because no matter what tricks you have, later I will break them with a single sword."

His tone was extremely calm, yet the words he spoke were utterly arrogant.

Everyone present were the chief senior disciples of the major fire halls of Cooking King Immortal City, yet in Ye Zhangqing's mouth they seemed as worthless as mud chickens and broken tiles.

That meaning was obvious; even if more people stood with Zhang Wuyue, not just these three, it would make no difference to Ye Zhangqing.

At worst, I'll kill them all.

If it had been before, saying this would surely provoke public outrage among the assembled chief disciples, but now things have changed.

Upon hearing Ye Zhangqing's words, everyone in the hall fell into deep silence, with not a single person daring to refute.

That chief disciple who just died—everyone had witnessed the whole process with their own eyes.

Asking themselves, if they were to face Ye Zhangqing, how long could they endure? Or could they even survive?

Obviously each person had an answer in mind—likely the same as him: to become a soul fallen under Ye Zhangqing's blade.

Therefore, at this moment Ye Zhangqing's remarks left the assembled chief disciples indeed unable to dare refute, nor able to.

And the one suffering most was Zhang Wuyue; at this moment his eyes were wide and round, staring fixedly at the knife-wielding Ye Zhangqing.

Besides shock, his eyes unconsciously welled up with a hint of fear and timidity.

That earlier strike simply cut his fighting spirit right out of his heart.

Originally full of confidence, under that blow it was utterly shattered; even though they now had the numerical advantage, Zhang Wuyue had lost his self-confidence.

Ye Zhangqing shook off the blood on his blade and stepped step by step toward Zhang Wuyue.

I said it, if you don't give it, I'll come take it myself.

And you? Do you also want to go along with Zhang Wuyue?

After saying that, Ye Zhangqing turned his gaze to the other two chief disciples; these two chief disciples, like the person just killed, were firmly on Zhang Wuyue's side.

Ye Zhangqing had no grudge with them, but if the two tried to stop him, he naturally wouldn't go easy.

In any case, killing Zhang Wuyue is killing; adding two chief disciples to the count is still just killing, not much of a difference.

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's calm inquiry, the two chief disciples were simply scared stupid?

Going along with Zhang Wuyue? The two didn't consider this a joke; maybe they once thought so, but now they truly felt a strong threat of death from those plain words, deep into their bones.