God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Through the light curtain of the formation, the elders who were currently in various places in the Kitchen King Immortal City had different expressions.

For example, Ma Qiankun couldn't help but show a hint of joy in his eyes, while Lin Longkun's face was gloomy and a cold light flashed in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

However, one thing is certain, that is, because of the deputy city lord's words, Ye Changqing's situation has obviously improved a lot.

At the same time, in the courtyard where the deputy city lord was, after the deputy city lord of Chuwang Xiancheng finished transmitting the message, the old man sitting next to him said with a smile.

"You have no shame now?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words. In response, the deputy city lord rolled his eyes at the old man and said lightly.

"This kid is a good seedling."

"Haha, you old man, you always pretend to be rich, but I agree with you this time."

It was a bit embarrassing, but it wasn't a big deal. After all, who would dare to use this matter to criticize the deputy city lord?

The two were talking in a relaxed mood, but at this moment, inside the light curtain of the formation, that is, inside the Kitchen King Hall.

As the Kitchen King Palace array spirit announced the result, it slowly dissipated.

Zhang Wu Yue couldn't help it and wanted to take action first.

However, the one who was faster than him was Ye Changqing. Ye Changqing, who had been calm all along, took a step forward and disappeared from the spot in an instant after the formation spirit of the Kitchen King's Palace disappeared.

No one expected that in this situation, the one who wanted to take action was not Zhang Wu Yue and his gang, but Ye Changqing.

"Be careful."

As Ye Changqing's figure disappeared, a chief disciple standing next to Zhang Wu Yue was the first to react and shouted in a deep voice.

At the same time, his hands moved quickly. He thought he had caught Ye Changqing's movements and wanted to be the first to stop him.

He threw a punch, and it seemed that the fist light hit Ye Changqing who just appeared in front of him.

However, as the fist hit Ye Changqing's body, the chief disciple did not show any joy at all.

There was not even a smile on his face, and he was horrified the next second.

Something is wrong. It feels wrong. This is a shadow in front of me.

"How can it be."

He murmured in disbelief. With his eyesight, he didn't even realize that it was just a shadow.

It looked as if Ye Changqing rushed in front of the four people in a flash, but in fact it was just a shadow.

Then, before the chief disciple could come to his senses, a blade flashed from behind, and then an extreme breath of death rushed towards him.

His hair stood on end, but it was too late to react. Under the horrified expression of this chief disciple, the blade light slashed across his neck.

The terrifying spiritual power, sword intent, and power of laws instantly cut off the head of the chief disciple. At the same time, his vitality was quickly erased.

"this.................."

Everything happened in a flash. From the moment Ye Changqing took action to the moment the chief disciple's head flew high and blood gushed out of the wound, it was just a blink of an eye.

By the time everyone else came to their senses, the chief disciple had already fallen to the ground, lifeless.

Zhang Wu Yue and the other two were completely stunned, totally unable to believe what they were seeing before their eyes.

They were both chief disciples, but why was he killed with just one sword?

During the whole process, it seemed like there was no chance of resistance at all.

The turn of events was so outrageous that Zhang Wu Yue and the other two couldn't accept it and could only stand there in a daze.

He looked at Ye Changqing with shock in his eyes, who was holding a kitchen knife that was still dripping with blood.

Not only did the four of them fail to capture Ye Changqing when they joined forces, but one of them was actually killed by the other side.

The chief disciple who died probably never understood until his death why this was the outcome. He was gone in the blink of an eye.

His expression was calm as he looked into Zhang Wu Yue's eyes.

“You…you….”

Slowly coming back to his senses, Zhang Wu Yue looked at Ye Changqing, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

This scene before him was even more difficult to accept than when the formation spirit had previously determined that Ye Changqing had won.

Compared to the shocked Zhang Wu Yue, Ye Changqing was very calm and spoke slowly and unhurriedly.

“I wasn’t worried from the beginning.”

"Whether you abide by the bet, whether there are people helping you, how many people will help you, how many enemies I have to face, I don't care about these things."

"Because no matter what tricks you have, I will destroy them with one sword in the end."

His tone was extremely calm, but the words that came out were extremely wild.

All present were the chief disciples of the major fire halls in the Kitchen King Immortal City, but in Ye Changqing's mouth, they all seemed like insignificant beings.

The meaning was obvious. Even if there were more people standing on Zhang Wu Yue's side, not just these three people, it wouldn't matter to Ye Changqing.

At worst, we can just kill them all.

If it were before, these words would probably cause public outrage among the chief disciples present, but now.

After hearing Ye Changqing's words, everyone in the hall fell into deep silence, and no one dared to refute.

The chief disciple just died, and everyone witnessed the whole process.

Ask yourself, if they were facing Ye Changqing, how long could they last? Or could they survive?

Obviously everyone has the answer in their hearts, and it is probably the same as him, becoming a dead soul under Ye Changqing's knife.

Therefore, at this moment, no one among the chiefs present dared to refute Ye Changqing's words, and no one could refute it.

The one who felt the most uncomfortable was Zhang Wu Yue. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, staring at Ye Changqing who was holding a knife.

In addition to shock, a hint of fear and timidity had unconsciously emerged in his eyes.

The knife just now completely killed the fighting spirit in his heart.

His original confidence was completely shattered by this knife. Even though he had the advantage in numbers at this time, Zhang Wu Yue had lost his confidence.

Ye Changqing shook off the blood on the knife and walked towards Zhang Wu Yue step by step.

"I said, if you don't give it to me, I'll come and get it myself."

"What about you? Do you also want to join Zhang Wu Yue?"

After saying that, Ye Changqing turned his gaze to the other two chief disciples. These two chief disciples, and the man who had just been killed, all stood firmly on Zhang Wu Yue's side.

Ye Changqing had no grudges against them, but if the two of them wanted to stop him, Ye Changqing would naturally not show mercy.

Anyway, killing Zhang Wu Yue is the same as killing two chief disciples, there is not much difference.

Faced with Ye Changqing's calm question, the two chief disciples were simply frightened silly?

Together with Zhang Wu Yue? The two did not think this was a joke. They might have thought so before, but now, they really felt the strong threat of death from these plain words, deep into their bones.