Chapter 2552: What are you eating?

Zhao Lao, stop joking, I'm only at the Immortal Sovereign realm, do you look like someone who can block a Demon God?

When Zhao Lao suddenly called out, this Wushen Palace cultivator's first reaction was that it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

Facing the Demon God, with just this bit of strength, I'm afraid I can't even block a finger of theirs.

Seeing this person shake their head like a rattle drum, Zhao Lao's face also darkened.

"What the hell are you thinking? I could let you block the Demon God? I'm not sick, I know you can't block it."

"I'm telling you to bring me a bowl of food."

Huh???

Zhao Lao's idea is simple: since he can't get away, he'll have someone bring the food so he can eat while fighting, at least to get a taste.

Otherwise, thinking that others get to eat while he has no chance, his heart feels as itchy as a cat's scratch.

Hearing this, the Wushen Palace cultivator secretly breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he didn't have to block that Demon God, he could manage, which he truly couldn't do.

He then nodded in agreement, and without looking back, dragged his broken leg toward the Fire Room.

The Demon God frowned slightly.

This Human Race cultivator, doesn't he have the means for Limb Regeneration? It's not some profound technique, so why isn't he using it?

Having fought the Human Race many times, this Demon God naturally understands the cultivators' methods.

He has seen Limb Regeneration plenty, it's not unfamiliar, just why isn't this person using it?

In his doubt, he focused on this aspect, and not long after, the Demon God discovered that on the battlefield, there were even more Human Race cultivators who had not employed Limb Regeneration.

They could obviously restore lost limbs instantly, without affecting their combat strength.

Yet these Human Race cultivators stubbornly refused to use it.

Dragging a leg and a hand, they still had to grit their teeth and persist there.

Even the Demon God saw a Human Race cultivator who had been beaten into a human pig, still stubbornly holding on there.

What the hell is this for? Is it necessary?

His doubts grew deeper; he had already said these Human Race cultivators were off, and now seeing them, they were increasingly off, extremely off.

How strange.

Just as the Demon God hadn't yet figured out the Limb Regeneration matter, at that moment, the Wushen Palace cultivator who had left earlier returned after finishing his meal.

He still held a large bowl in his hands; needless to say, this was definitely the food brought for Zhao Lao.

He dared not rashly approach the two's battlefield, after all the power gap was too great; the Demon God could launch a casual attack that he couldn't withstand.

If Zhao Lao were a bit careless, he might easily be killed by that Demon God's offhand strike, so he had to be careful.

From far away, the Wushen Palace cultivator shouted.

"Zhao Lao senior, catch the food."

Saying that, he hurled the large bowl high into the air, aiming straight at where Zhao Lao was.

Seeing the food, Zhao Lao felt delighted, but the next second he cursed.

"Why don't you come a bit closer? What's the point of being so far away?"

"This is food; what if it spills?"

Upon hearing this, the Wushen Palace cultivator looked aggrieved and said.

"Zhao Lao senior, I'm afraid to die; you're fighting, how dare I approach."

He's just a minor Immortal Sovereign realm cultivator, not even reaching the Ancient Immortal Realm, so what qualifications does he have to participate in a battle of Zhao Lao and the Demon God's level?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lao also seemed to think it reasonable, and without saying more, he just thought about catching the food.

But seeing this, the Demon God opposite, although not knowing what the large bowl was, it appeared important to Zhao Lao.

Since it's important, it must be a treasure; it needs to be destroyed.

That's the usual line of thought; thus the Demon God likewise charged toward the large bowl together with Zhao Lao.

Seeing this, Zhao Lao went numb.

He silently cursed, "Are you sick? You're even fighting over food? Besides, this meal is made with your Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon ingredients—do you even know what you're eating, yet you're still grabbing it?"

"What are you grabbing?"

"None of your business."

Upon hearing this, the Demon God replied coldly, and Zhao Lao was so angry his teeth itched.

After finally waiting for this bowl of food, Zhao Lao naturally couldn't let it be snatched away; no matter what, he had to eat this hot mouthful.

So, facing the Demon God's scramble, Zhao Lao also turned ruthless, immediately employing the Mìfǎ.

His aura instantly surged; sensing Zhao Lao's abnormality, the Demon God blinked in surprise.

Even the Mìfǎ is activated? This treasure seems not simple; since that's the case, I certainly won't let you have your way.

Burning essence blood.

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's method of burning essence blood is actually the same as the Human Race's Mìfǎ—both are means to forcibly boost strength for a short time, though they come with side effects.

Seeing the Demon God also burning his essence blood just like him, Zhao Lao was dumbfounded.

Really sick; I activated the Mìfǎ just to grab food, and after eating, the Mìfǎ's side effects naturally disappear.

"What the hell are you following me for? Do you even know what you're eating?"

"Moreover, it's unknown whether this food has any effect on the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's essence‑blood burning, yet you're still tagging along?"

Nevertheless, facing the ruthless Demon God, Zhao Lao also gave his all; this bowl of food must not fall into its hands at any cost.

Both sides exerted their full strength, neither letting up in the slightest, each determined to seize that large bowl.

An ordinary bowl of food, in a moment, became the contested target of the two strongest combatants on the battlefield.

Fortunately, the bowl was closer to Zhao Lao, and by luck he ultimately succeeded in snatching the bowl of food.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while on the other side, the Demon God, seeing the bowl land in Zhao Lao's hands, frowned tightly and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It was just that close, yet this magic treasure still ended up in his hand.

Since we have failed, we must be cautious in dealing with this magic treasure.

A magic treasure that would make Zhao Lao risk activating the secret method to seize it cannot possibly be an ordinary item; it might even be a supreme treasure capable of changing the battle situation.

If it were an ordinary magic treasure, the other side would not go to such lengths.

For a moment, the demon god's heart was filled with apprehension; after all, the magic treasure had not been seized, yet Zhao Lao actually got it, though we don't know what its effect is.

It's shaped like a big bowl; perhaps it's some kind of binding-type magic treasure.

However, no matter what, we must be careful.

The demon god thought this, and his gaze unconsciously drifted toward Zhao Lao's bosom, but upon seeing that, he was instantly stunned.

All that could be seen was the big bowl that Zhao Lao had risked his life to seize, now held cherished in his bosom.

This is no problem, after all, if it weren't extremely precious, Zhao Lao wouldn't have risked his life to this extent.

But now, under the demon god's gaze, Zhao Lao carefully scooped a spoonful of rice from the big bowl with a spoon and then happily ate it.

Huh???

This isn't supposed to be a supreme treasure, so why is he eating it? What kind of magic treasure is this?

For a moment, the demon god almost instinctively roared.

What are you eating? What kind of magic treasure is this?

Something's off; this magic treasure looks like a bowl of food—impossible, absolutely impossible.