Chapter 1878: Old Man Lin, What's the Rush?

Fellow sect brothers, facing Zhang Wuyue's words, Ye Zhangqing's only thought was to sneer, not believing a single word.

If he himself were being restrained by those four right now, would Zhang Wuyue still say such words?

By then, he'd probably already have lost his head.

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's contempt, Zhang Wuyue's expression showed fear, gloom, anger—various emotions intertwined.

But faced with life and death, he had no choice but to lower his head.

Thus, after a slight hesitation, Zhang Wuyue continued to lower his stance and said.

"Ye Shī xiōng, earlier it was indeed the junior fellow disciple who was ignorant of the heights and depths, rashly offending the senior fellow disciple."

"If it weren't for Zhao Qinglin's misleading, the junior fellow disciple wouldn't dare to oppose the senior fellow disciple no matter what; it's all Zhao Qinglin spreading rumors in the junior fellow disciple's ear, deliberately stirring up conflict between us fellow disciples."

"This Zhao deserves death; he should be cut into a thousand pieces. Once we're out, the junior fellow disciple will hand this Zhao Qinglin over to the senior fellow disciple for disposal."

At this moment, Zhang Wuyue pushed everything onto Zhao Qinglin; after all, one priest's death does not mean another's, and whether Zhao Qinglin lives or dies, Zhang Wuyue doesn't care at all.

At this moment, all he wanted was to preserve his own life.

However, Ye Zhangqing was unmoved by these words, his feet relentless as he stepped closer to Zhang Wuyue.

No matter how Zhang Wuyue retreated, it seemed impossible to create any distance.

As he stepped forward, Ye Zhangqing spoke in a calm voice.

"Do you think I care about Zhao Qinglin's life or death? He poses no threat to me, and I can't be bothered to act myself—when the time comes, someone else will see him off."

Today, Zhang Wuyue is surely doomed; no one can save him.

Hearing this, Zhang Wuyue himself understood the reasoning—Ye Zhangqing would never let him go.

How could a few mere words possibly change things at this point?

Seeing that he had been backed by Ye Zhangqing to the edge of the hall with no retreat, a thick deathly aura surged toward him, giving him a feeling of suffocation.

Under the onslaught of that thick, tide-like deathly aura, Zhang Wuyue also grew fierce.

Since nothing could be changed, he could only fight desperately.

Although the odds were slim, even nonexistent, he couldn't just surrender meekly and offer his neck for the slaughter.

A flash of cruelty crossed his eyes, and Zhang Wuyue let out a sudden roar.

"You think if I die you'll live? If you don't join forces now, there's no chance of survival."

These words were directed at the two chief disciples who had previously stood beside him but had now retreated far away.

The four of them were all in the same boat, but Ye Zhangqing has already slain one of them.

With three left, do those two think hiding to the side will keep them safe?

And as Zhang Wuyue spoke those words, the expressions of the two chief disciples shifted.

They truly feared Ye Zhangqing, but Zhang Wuyue's words also made sense.

If Zhang Wuyue dies, will Ye Zhangqing spare them?

Although it's not impossible, the decision lies entirely in their hands, leaving the two feeling uncertain.

"Join forces to hold him back; wait for the Elders to arrive—this is our only chance. What are you hesitating for?"

Just then, Zhang Wuyue's voice rang out again.

And under Zhang Wuyue's repeated urging, the two's wavering hearts gradually shifted.

Heated by the moment, the two actually agreed with Zhang Wuyue's words and, together with him, joined forces to attack Ye Zhangqing.

Seeing the two rashly attack, the other chief disciples present all wore strange expressions.

Are these two idiots? How could they still be swayed by Zhang Wuyue at such a time, rushing to their deaths?

Actually, it's not entirely their fault; under immense pressure of death, people's thoughts aren't calm, a heated mind leads to impulsive, thoughtless actions, which is quite normal.

Not only the other chief disciples present, but the Elders beyond the formation were also the most anxious at this moment.

Especially the Shīzūn of these two.

Originally, the two had retreated on their own, distancing themselves from Zhang Wuyue, and their Shīzūn had secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

From Ye Zhangqing's earlier lack of direct action, even their retreat, he did not stop them.

This shows Ye Zhangqing's killing intent toward the two was not strong; Zhang Wuyue was the primary target.

They originally had a chance to preserve their lives, but who would have thought these two fools would be incited by just a few simple words from Zhang Wuyue?

Damn, isn't this practically asking for death themselves?

"Fools................."

In the city, within a courtyard, a middle-aged man cursed loudly, but didn't dare delay—his form instantly vanished from the spot as he rushed toward the Cooking King Hall.

He is the Shīzūn of one of them, one of the Elders of the Cooking King Immortal City.

As for the other's Shīzūn, he too was currently on the way to the Cooking King Hall.

Clearly they had already seen a glimmer of hope, yet these two fools actually strangled that hope with their own hands.

Are they tired of living too long?

However, just as the two Elders rushed swiftly toward the Cooking King Hall, on the necessary path to the hall, Ma Qiankun and Lin Longkun were then engaged in a fierce battle.

Lin Longkun was busy heading to the Cooking King Hall to rescue Zhang Wuyue, while Ma Qiankun naturally couldn't let him pass so easily, so he moved to block him.

"Old Man Lin, what's your rush? Rest assured, Little Ye knows his limits—he'll surely leave your disciple a whole corpse."

"Shut up."

While striking out, Ma Qiankun chuckled.

He appeared completely unruffled, whereas Lin Longkun was the opposite—his heart was extremely anxious.

How could he not be anxious? Given Ye Zhangqing's strength shown just now, if they were late even a little, the corpse might already be cold.

As his Shīzūn, Lin Longkun naturally knew his disciple's capabilities better than anyone.

Zhang Wuyue's meager strength might pass among Spirit Chefs, but among cultivators of the same realm it's insufficient—at best it's only the level of an ordinary Heavenly Pride.

And Ye Zhangqing, that utterly Top Prodigy, the gap in between is too great.

Zhang Wuyue had no ability to fight back at all; lasting three moves would already be not bad.

Lin Longkun knows very well just how outrageous the battle power of those peerless Top Prodigies of the same rank is—it's simply unreasonable.

Just as Lin Longkun was frantically trying to rush to the rescue, only to be stopped by Ma Qiankun, he suddenly saw that the other two had been beguiled by Zhang Wuyue's two sentences and actually moved against Ye Zhangqing.

A hint of joy finally flashed in Lin Longkun's eyes.

With these two fools helping, although there's still no chance of winning, at least it can buy Zhang Wuyue some more time.

When he arrives, regardless of the situation, the first priority is to preserve Zhang Wuyue's life; other matters can be discussed later.

Even offering some compensation would be fine; as long as we're alive.