Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 1197 The Abyss Judges, A Hopeless Situation!

When Bu Fang said that with an expressionless face, Realm Lord Di Tai couldn’t help but spit.He had thought that Bu Fang was about to pull out another trump card, but it turned out to be this dirty trick, the trick that he used to fool others.

The people on the ship twitched their mouths and watched as Bu Fang raised the Perishing Pot and asked in a serious voice. They knew very well that he was already at the end of his tether. He no longer had the power to trigger the pot. However, he still asked as if he could do it.

Bu Fang was trying to scare the enemy away with a psychological tactic.

‘He’s indeed the little chef approved by me…’

The realm lord’s eyes shone brightly.

Yang Zheng’s expression changed when he saw Bu Fang produce the Perishing Pot.

Not far away from them, the terrible energy waves produced by the explosion of the first Perishing Pot had not disappeared yet. He couldn’t believe that this young man was taking out another one.

‘Won’t this young man get tired?’ he thought.

“No! This boy must have run out of energy to trigger it… Look at his face!” Yang Zheng frowned and said. However, his voice faltered and sounded unconvinced.

“My lord, what if that boy can still trigger it? His face looks ruddy and beaming with energy!” said the subordinate in a trembling voice, his teeth clattering.

Yang Zheng’s face grew dark. He wondered if this subordinate was trying to discredit him on purpose? Why did he need a subordinate like this?

“Shut up!” He gave the man a hard look and wished he could kill this fool here and now.

He was encouraging his men, but this fool purposely said something to confuse them! If they were at war, a man who lowered the army’s morale like him would be immediately executed!

“My lord… His face does look ruddy and beaming!” the subordinate insisted and almost burst into tears. He felt wronged. It was Yang Zheng who said to look at the face, and that young man’s face did appear to be exactly as he had described…

If truth be told, Bu Fang’s mental force had not recovered. However, it had restored a little after he drank the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea, which also restored the color to his face.

That made the situation somewhat interesting.

No one was sure if he could throw another Perishing Pot at them or not. It was a terrifying weapon that had wiped out the entire Shadow Demon team, and the proof was the mushroom cloud, which was still rumbling in the distance.

‘What if he really can make another Perishing Pot explode?’

A moment ago, Yang Zheng was quite sure that Bu Fang couldn’t, but after the subordinate said that, his confidence began to waver.

Sometimes, teammates were very important. A stupid teammate could ruin the best advantage. They had waited so long for the right time to strike, and now, the opportunity was right in front of them. However, they were scared and didn’t dare to strike because of what the subordinate said.

The Netherworld Ship sped through the void at high speed, carefully avoiding turbulence that could rip it apart.

Behind the ship, Tiger Winged Dragons roared, brandishing their claws and baring their sharp teeth. Nether Prison experts sat on these beasts’ backs, fixing their eyes at the Netherworld Ship.

Yang Zheng’s face flickered. He was debating with himself whether to strike or not. He was afraid that Bu Fang could really throw out another Perishing Pot. That thing’s lethality was too scary.

Figures zoomed across the boundless void at high speed to chase the Netherworld Ship.

Yang Zheng’s expression changed suddenly, and he slapped his Tiger Winged Dragon on the head.

“What are you doing? Chase the ship! Don’t let it slip away!”

The dragon roared with pain, then flapped its wings and sped up toward the ship.

The team of Tiger Winged Dragons followed closely behind the Netherworld Ship.

“It looks like you guys don’t want to guess…” Bu Fang sighed softly and put away the Perishing Pot.

There was no need for him to continue to deceive them with the Dried Pot. After all, if he could use it, he would have thrown it at them. The longer he kept this up, they would realize that he couldn’t trigger another Perishing Pot.

“I knew it! That boy can’t use his ultimate weapon again! Speed up and surround that ship!” Yang Zheng’s eyes lit up. His aura exploded out again, and a terrible pressure rose from his body. A huge, ferocious-looking goat’s head emerged behind him, roaring fiercely.

Suddenly, Yang Zheng’s eyes narrowed.

He saw Bu Fang grab the little fox on his shoulder and put it on the deck. The fox’s two tails twitched from side to side as its eyes turned to a group of Tiger Winged Dragons in the distance. After that, its eyes lit up, and its mouth opened…

Beams of golden light shot out of Foxy’s mouth. They were faster than before, and before those dragons could react, their heads were blown apart.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions and shrieks filled the void as men fell like rain. People began to flee. They had seen how powerful Bu Fang and his companions could be, so as soon as they were attacked, they lost their spirits to fight.

Yang Zheng clenched his jaws. ‘Are these cowards my subordinates? Damn it, are they here just for fun?!’

“Be quiet, all of you!” he roared furiously.

Explosions continued to ring across the void.

A moment later, a golden missile came in his direction and exploded right in front of him. His Tiger Winged Dragon howled in pain, while his voice came to an abrupt stop.

When his men saw that, they became more and more frightened. Without hesitation, they turned their dragons and fled into the distance.

Yang Zheng felt that he had kept a group of fools.

“Damn it!” Eyes burning with rage, he stepped on the void and sped toward the Netherworld Ship.

Terrible Nether energy permeated the void as he charged like a demon goat. He was about to slam into the Netherworld Ship and crash a hole through it.

Foxy kept shooting missiles at him, but Yang Zheng avoided them all effortlessly. He was, after all, a Little Saint, so it was very easy to dodge those missiles. Moreover, Foxy didn’t actually aim at him.

“He is about to catch up with us!” Realm Lord Di Tai’s face grew unsightly.

Bu Fang gulped down a mouthful of tea and arched his brow.

‘This guy does have some skills.’

Frowning, he flipped his hand and produced a Divine Seal Dumpling. However, just when he was about to throw it out, he sensed four terrifying auras approaching at high speed.

Bu Fang’s eyes narrowed.

He was not the only one who sensed that. Nethery, Meng Qi, Realm Lord Di Tai, and even Yang Zheng, who was closing in from behind the Netherworld Ship, sensed that as well, and their expressions changed.

At that moment, the void seemed to have frozen. The Netherworld Ship could no longer move further. Something had forced it to stop.

Even Yang Zheng had stopped in place. His hair stood on end as he glanced around warily.

A peal of sinister laughter suddenly rang out over them, while streams of Nether energy swirled around them.

Yang Zheng looked up. His expression changed drastically.

“The Abyss Judges?!”

Shafts of dark light slanted down across the already dark void. The next moment, four figures emerged in the four corners of the void. Clad in blood-red robes, they swept the scene with cold gazes.

Under his goat mask, Yang Zheng’s eyes narrowed. He never thought that he was the one being taken advantage of!

What made the Abyss Judges dare to attack people from the Nether Prison?! What gave them the courage?!

“The Abyss Judges… What are you doing here?!” Yang Zheng choked back his fright and asked.

“To kill you,” said one of the Judges. He was straight to the point.

That gave Yang Zheng a pause, and he bellowed, “Is the Abyss trying to offend the Nether Prison? I’m the Little Saint of the Horned Demon Clan! You will offend my clan if you kill me! Can the four of you afford to do this?!”

As soon as he had finished, the Judge who spoke disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yang Zheng, swinging a blood-colored sickle toward Yang Zheng’s head.

Yang Zheng roared and bolted backward.

However, he had just taken a few steps back when another Judge appeared behind him. With the rattling of a chain, another blood-colored sickle slashed down toward his head as well.

Yang Zheng’s nostrils flared. He had never imagined that the Judge, who had talked and laughed with him not too long ago, would want to kill him.

The people of the Abyss were really… fickle!

The Judges’ cultivation bases were very strong. Just the two of them were enough to suppress Yang Zheng. After all, every Judge’s cultivation base was far greater than that of Yang Zheng. Even the weakest Judge was a Two-revolution Little Saint.

The two sickles moved past each other in the void and caught Yang Zheng’s body with their curved blades. With a slash, they cut his body into three parts, spilling his blood across the void.

Yang Zheng never imagined that he would die like this. He was not blown to death by a meatball, smashed by a black wok, nor devoured by a Perishing Pot, but torn apart by the Judges.

Another Judge suddenly flashed over and grabbed Yang Zheng’s head, which was soaring into the sky. The next moment, the goat mask broke with a crack, revealing his terrified and discontented face. Then, with a boom, his head exploded.

A Little Saint had fallen.

In the distance, Realm Lord Di Tai and the others felt cold all over. They never thought that these Abyss Judges would appear and kill a Little Saint of the Nether Prison. What did these people of the Abyss want to do?

Blood rained down the void as Yang Zheng’s body fell feebly, then devoured by the drifting turbulence. In just a short while, he completely vanished from the world.

“Now it’s your turn…” The four Judges turned their eyes to the Netherworld Ship in the distance. Their voices were cold, making everybody shiver.

“The void that leads to the Abyss has begun to be locked down… Any unrelated people will be killed,” one of the Judges said in a cold and merciless voice. After that, a sickle flew over and floated next to him.

The people on the Netherworld Ship felt a chill around them.

‘Lock down? Why are they locking down the only way that leads to the Abyss? Is it because of the Qilin Chef Feast or some other reason?’

“You’re also going to the Qilin Chef Feast, right? A pity that the feast is about to start soon. There’s no way you can make it,” the Judge said indifferently.

All the Judges lifted their hands and pointed at Bu Fang and his companions.

The next moment, blood-colored sickles spun through the void toward the Netherworld Ship, emanating terrible energy waves.

Realm Lord Di Tai roared. His armor burst into a golden light as he produced a kitchen knife and thrust it toward the blood-colored sickle.

The next moment, the knife and the sickle collided with a rumble. However, the kitchen knife was instantly knocked flying away. The power contained in the sickle was too strong!

Realm Lord Di Tai’s face turned pale, while Meng Qi was washed over by despair.

So far, they had encountered three waves of attack, and now, they were even attacked by the Abyss Judges. It seemed that this Qilin Chef Feast was a feast of death that offered no return passage to them.

Bu Fang’s face was grave. He felt a tremendous amount of pressure at the moment. There was no way he could fight against these four Judges when he couldn’t use the Perishing Pot. Although the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea could restore his mental force, it would need to take some time. After all, he had just used a Perishing Pot, and it was extremely difficult for him to squeeze out more mental force to use it again.

It could be said that they were really in a hopeless situation this time!

What should they do?

Bu Fang frowned.

The faces of the four Judges were cold. The next moment, they waved their hands, shooting four sharp blood-colored sickles toward the Netherworld Ship. The shadow of death seemed to envelop Bu Fang and his companions.

Suddenly, Nethery stepped forward and stood before Bu Fang. Her black hair waved, and she wore no emotion on her beautiful face.

“Nethery?” Bu Fang was slightly taken aback. He didn’t understand why she came forward at this time.

Nethery gave him a look. The next moment, her eyes turned completely black. Even the white of her eyes turned black, while veins appeared and covered the corners of her eyes. Standing at the front deck of the ship, she faced the four Judges and the four blood-colored sickles that came slashing down at them.

Then, her red lips parted slightly.

“GET LOST!”

As she said that, her body burst into a dark green light!

The moment Nethery’s aura changed, the four Judges who wore indifferent expressions narrowed their eyes and felt chills run down their backs.

Bu Fang was struck dumb, and he rose to his feet abruptly.

‘What’s this crazy woman trying to do?’