Chapter 1880

While speaking, the old man's gaze remained fixed on the Formation Light Curtain.

Just now, the Deputy City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City compared Ye Zhangqing with his own junior, and the old man also secretly calculated which of the two was stronger.

Not knowing this, after secretly pondering for a moment, the old man discovered that, even compared to his own junior at the same cultivation level, Ye Zhangqing was not lacking at all.

Of course, Ye Zhangqing now only has Emperor Sovereign cultivation, while his own junior has already reached Immortal Realm cultivation, so they are certainly not comparable.

But if placed at the same cultivation level and merely comparing combat strength, the old man believed that Ye Zhangqing was not weaker than his own junior.

You should know, the power the old man belongs to is not something the Guo family can even be mentioned alongside.

That is one of the several major powers that truly stand at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm.

And his own junior is even a leading figure among the younger generation of the Immortal Realm, with only a handful of people able to compare with him.

Having reached a conclusion, the old man's gaze toward Ye Zhangqing gradually changed, filled with both envy and deep meaning.

What damn luck did the Cooking King Immortal City have, to somehow acquire such a top-tier Yāoniè for no reason.

Moreover, the person who sent this junior to the Cooking King Immortal City probably had water in his brain.

Such talent, placed in any power, would surely be a focus of full cultivation; who would just give it away?

The old man didn't know how Ye Zhangqing entered the Cooking King Immortal City, so he couldn't help but feel envious.

Just as the two were speaking, inside the Formation Light Curtain, the battle between Ye Zhangqing and Zhang Wuyue's trio had also reached its end.

Although under the threat of death, Zhang Wuyue's trio had already exerted their utmost effort, even bringing out their bottom-of-the-box techniques.

Yet under absolute strength suppression, they could still change nothing.

Naturally, the one to bear the brunt was Zhang Wuyue; from the start of the battle, Ye Zhangqing's main target was him.

Zhang Wuyue, who had already had an arm cut off, also did not last long in Ye Zhangqing's hands.

He was soon slain on the spot.

By this point, of Zhang Wuyue's trio, only the last person remained alive.

And faced with the deaths of Zhang Wuyue's two companions, this last chief disciple was naturally frightened out of his wits.

With no fighting spirit left in his heart, his first reaction was to flee.

But as Ye Zhangqing swung his blade, that chief disciple who fled in panic ultimately also became a soul under the sword.

Looking at the three fresh corpses inside the hall, all the chief disciples present were filled with shock, each remaining silent.

At the same time, their gazes toward Ye Zhangqing were also filled with apprehension.

Fighting one against four, he could still achieve such an overwhelming counterkill; Zhang Wuyue's quartet had no capacity to resist from beginning to end.

This shows that the two sides' strengths are not even on the same level.

And, being chief disciples as well, their strength differed little from that of Zhang Wuyue's quartet.

In other words, if Ye Zhangqing wanted to kill them, it would not be difficult at all.

By this point, no one dared to underestimate Ye Zhangqing anymore; all previous notions had completely changed.

From the very beginning, this was not Ye Zhangqing seeking his own death, but rather Zhang Wuyue and his group kicking against an iron plate.

They paid with their lives.

Shaking off the bloodstains on the island, Ye Zhangqing's face remained calm.

Immediately coming to the center of the main hall, before everyone's eyes, he stored that pure-blood Immortal Phoenix away.

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's action, not a single chief disciple present dared to say anything more.

As for that pure-blood Immortal Phoenix, besides Ye Zhangqing, who would dare to move it?

Just as Ye Zhangqing stored that pure-blood Immortal Phoenix away, the doors of the Cooking King Hall were flung open from outside.

Next came Lin Longkun, his eyes bloodshot, charging in; of course, Ma Qiankun also reacted instantly, flashing his body to shield Ye Zhangqing.

"Junior, you have gall."

As soon as he saw Ye Zhangqing, Lin Longkun roared in anger, his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to devour Ye Zhangqing alive.

Behind Lin Longkun followed two more elders.

Although the two were not hysterical like Lin Longkun, upon seeing their disciples' corpses, their gazes toward Ye Zhangqing were icy cold, their faces ashen.

A faint killing intent could also be sensed around them.

Facing the gaze of the three elders, Ma Qiankun dared not relax in the slightest.

He feared that if the three suddenly attacked, Ye Zhangqing might not be able to cope.

"Enough, this matter was tacitly approved by the Deputy City Lord; do you intend to defy the Deputy City Lord's order?"

With a solemn expression, he looked at Lin Longkun and the others and shouted; but upon hearing this, Lin Longkun refused to listen and immediately roared.

"To act violently in the city, wantonly slaughtering fellow disciples, this child's crimes are all capital offenses; Ma Qiankun, will you protect him?"

"Nonsense."

Lin Longkun directly invoked the rules of the Cooking King Immortal City, but Ma Qiankun outright refused to accept them.

These rules certainly exist, but rules are set by people.

And this matter, from start to finish, has already received the tacit approval of those who established the rules.

Therefore, Ye Zhangqing's slaying of Zhang Wuyue's trio fundamentally does not involve these rules.

Lin Longkun saying this is merely putting a hat on Ye Zhangqing to find a reasonable excuse for himself to act.

Therefore, facing Ma Qiankun's rebuttal, Lin Longkun didn't care at all, not even giving him a chance to finish speaking.

He said to the two elders behind him.

"This child is ruthless and vicious; let us all attack together and execute him on the spot to warn others."

Upon hearing this, the two elders did not respond, but Línglì surged around them, indicating they tacitly approved Lin Longkun's action.

After all, their disciples were slain by Ye Zhangqing, so they naturally harbored resentment toward him.

Seeing this, Ma Qiankun only felt immense pressure, facing three opponents alone—he truly had no chance of winning.

And Lin Longkun had already readied himself to strike, but just then, in the hall, a more terrifying pressure appeared.

It instantly enveloped the entire Cooking King Hall.

With the appearance of this pressure, Ma Qiankun and his three companions were all startled, the Deputy City Lord had descended.

Even Lin Longkun, who had already prepared to act, had his hand movement pause.

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, in the center of the hall, the Deputy City Lord's figure slowly appeared.

Clad in a simple long robe, his face calm as an ancient well.

With ease, his power suppressed the raging Lin Longkun, leaving him no chance to strike.

Immediately, all that was heard was the Deputy City Lord speaking in an indifferent tone.

"In this matter, Ye Zhangqing is blameless."

Upon hearing this, Ma Qiankun was overjoyed; with the Deputy City Lord's words, Ye Zhangqing was clearly unharmed.

Ma Qiankun let out a sigh of relief, while Lin Longkun burned with rage, the fury in his eyes seeming to solidify, his face furious, he gazed unwillingly at the Deputy City Lord and gritted his teeth.

"City Lord, this disciple has slain a fellow disciple and even acted violently in the city; how can he be let off so lightly? If this continues, the rules.........."