Chapter 1879: How does it compare to your family's kid?

As those two fools were provoked by Zhang Wuyue and rashly attacked, Lin Longkun indeed felt a slight relief in his heart.

But before he could think of a way to break through Ma Qiankun's blockade.

Only seeing Ye Zhangqing facing the siege of three chief disciples, with just two strikes he cut off Zhang Wuyue's arm; Lin Longkun, who had just relaxed, felt his breath catch in his throat again.

It's clear that Zhang Wuyue has already exerted all his strength, even employing the Mìfǎ.

The first strike, he exhausted all his means and barely dodged it; but the second strike, for Zhang Wuyue, was already beyond his ability to cope.

Thus, in just two strikes, Zhang Wuyue had his arm cut off.

In the blink of an eye such a change occurred; Lin Longkun had just seen a glimmer of hope, which seemed to shatter instantly.

Even with those two fools assisting, Zhang Wuyue probably couldn't hold out until I arrive.

On the other side, Ma Qiankun was overjoyed; this kid really continually surprised him.

This time I really picked up a treasure; could it be that my wealth and honor lie in the latter half of my life?

Since that's the case, I must protect him all the more.

Ye Zhangqing's side doesn't need his worry; right now Ma Qiankun's task is only one: to block Lin Longkun, preventing these old-generation strongsters from disturbing Ye Zhangqing; that's enough.

Merely blocking him poses little pressure for Ma Qiankun.

"Ma Qiankun, do you really show no mercy at all?"

Seeing that Ma Qiankun was determined to entangle him here, Lin Longkun, finding no way to break through, gritted his teeth and snarled.

Facing Lin Longkun's roar, Ma Qiankun curled his lip and said.

"I'm your father, what mercy is there?"

"You....................."

"Quick."

"Huh???"

Hearing Ma Qiankun's reply, Lin Longkun flared with rage; just then, the two fools' Shīzūn also rushed over.

Seeing the two, Lin Longkun immediately felt delighted.

From a certain perspective, at this moment the three of them are allies.

After all, the disciples of all three are currently struggling under Ye Zhangqing's blade, and could at any moment become souls beneath his sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Longkun immediately bellowed.

"Let's attack together and rush forward, otherwise none of our disciples will survive."

"Huh???"

Hearing Lin Longkun's loud shout, these two Elders also turned their gaze toward the fierce battle involving Ma Qiankun and them.

Upon seeing Ma Qiankun, a flicker of strange color passed through their eyes, and they naturally assumed that Ma Qiankun was also there to block them.

Afterward, without further thought, they directly joined forces with Lin Longkun.

Seeing these two also join the battle, Ma Qiankun felt somewhat dazed.

Lin Longkun will definitely not let him pass; Zhang Wuyue must die.

But frankly, Ma Qiankun doesn't absolutely have to block them; even if they catch up, Ma Qiankun could still speak on their behalf before Ye Zhangqing, seeing if he could spare those two fools' lives.

But these two old fogeys, without a word, self-importantly assumed that Ma Qiankun would block them too, and directly attacked.

This made Ma Qiankun so angry he blew his beard and glared.

Damn, truly like master like disciple; the disciple has a screw loose, and the Shīzūn has water in his brain.

Originally I still thought I could protect those two fools, but now, damn, they all must die.

Ma Qiankun was also thoroughly enraged; facing the three's combined assault, without hesitation he immediately employed the Mìfǎ, his aura surging wildly.

One against three, Ma Qiankun naturally had no chance of winning; even stalling, he likely couldn't last long.

But the question is whether he needs to stall for too long? No, Ye Zhangqing's side is almost finished with the matter.

Only see at this moment those two fools, one of them directly engulfed in endless blade light.

These blade lights, though all transformed from Blade Intent, Ye Zhangqing's Blade Intent is extremely solid, having already reached perfection.

Furthermore, with the support of the power of laws, this person amidst the sky-filling blade light is momentarily surrounded by danger.

New wounds keep appearing on his body; it looks like he won't be able to hold on much longer.

Seeing this, the fool's Shīzūn became even more anxious; after just clashing with Ma Qiankun, he immediately shouted.

"Ma Qiankun, you really won't let them through?"

"Huh???"

This person is also desperate to save his disciple, but Ma Qiankun, his lips twitching from anger, immediately cursed.

"You're brain-sick."

"I'll fight you to the death, Ma Qiankun."

Upon hearing that, this Elder rashly attacked; seeing his disciple could no longer hold out and might be slain at any moment, there was no time to delay.

But the more he did so, the more Ma Qiankun couldn't let him pass.

Yes, they all must die; damn, a bunch of fools, living is just wasting air.

At the very moment Ma Qiankun displayed unmatched valor, one against three, inside the Cooking King Hall, that fool engulfed in the sky-filling blade light ultimately managed to persist for less than ten breaths.

Finally consumed by the blade light, accompanied by wails, he was quickly torn into fragments; not only his flesh, but even his soul was ground away, dead beyond death.

Feeling his disciple's death, the first to be slain, this Elder locked in fierce combat with Ma Qiankun, immediately froze in place.

Dead? His own disciple died just like that? He had rushed over as fast as he could, yet still hadn't made it in time.

Even without Ma Qiankun's obstruction, he fundamentally had no time to save his disciple.

For a moment, this Elder was struck as if by lightning.

And Ma Qiankun felt utterly refreshed, refreshed, refreshed.

Ma Qiankun's side was a case of one man holding the pass against ten thousand, while inside the hall, Ye Zhangqing had displayed an overwhelming crushing momentum from the very beginning.

Even when the three joined forces, they couldn't gain the slightest advantage over Ye Zhangqing.

From beginning to end, they were constantly being overwhelmed and beaten.

At the same time, in the residence of the Deputy City Lord of Cooking King Immortal City, watching the battle within the Formation, the Deputy City Lord muttered to himself.

"This kid................."

"Hey, Cooking King Immortal City, you've really picked up a treasure this time; this kid, what a Yāoniè bearing!"

In response, the Deputy City Lord of Cooking King Immortal City naturally agreed wholeheartedly; no matter from which angle you look, Ye Zhangqing is undoubtedly a top‑tier Yāoniè.

Indeed, Cooking King Immortal City has made a huge profit this time; therefore, even though Ye Zhangqing has already slain two chief disciples in a row, the Deputy City Lord remains completely unconcerned.

He doesn't even have the intention to stop it; go ahead and kill—killing would also vent the resentment in his heart.

However, although he thought that in his heart, the Deputy City Lord didn't admit it aloud; instead, he turned his head to look at the old man and jokingly remarked.

"How does my Cooking King Immortal City's Ye Zhangqing compare to your kid?"

Upon hearing that, the old man was instantly stunned; "What nonsense, your Cooking King Immortal City's Ye Zhangqing?" His face darkened, and he retorted unhappily.

"At your age, you've lost all shame? Is that person even from your Cooking King Immortal City? He might leave any day—can your Cooking King Immortal City keep him?"