Chapter 1726: The Clash of Cursed Goddesses

“He’s so aggressive!”

The audience was stunned. Why was there such a domineering and unruly chef in the world? Why was he so fearless even in the face of the Cursed Goddess, the potential future heir of Void City? Who gave him the courage?

The way he moved his thumb across his throat was so casual and nonchalant that it sent chills through the audience. However, there were some people whose blood was boiling.

There were three Cursed Goddesses in Void City, and each of them had her supporters.

The birth and selection of Cursed Goddesses were very strict. They were embryos produced by fusing the Queen of Curses’ blood essence with Void City’s supreme will. When they were very young, they were banished to different universes.

It was extremely difficult for them to grow up and become real Cursed Goddesses.

To put it simply, before a Cursed Goddess grew up, she was a rare human-shaped medicine coveted by countless experts. So, it was not hard to imagine what would happen if she was discovered by someone from another universe. And even if she managed to mature, she would become a public enemy of the entire universe. This was well known.

Just like the Cursed Goddess from the Soul Demon Universe, Soul. She had grown up in an environment where countless Soul Demons were coveting her, and she had even devoured many Soul Demons. Eventually, by a combination of circumstances, she returned to Void City.

The person who brought her back was Duchess Tianlian, one of the three dukes of District A. With the backing of a duke, Soul’s power was at its height in Void City, suppressing that of the other two Cursed Goddesses.

One of the other Cursed Goddesses was said to be from the Primitive Universe. She was barely a match for Soul. As for the last Cursed Goddess, she came from the much weakened Chaotic Universe. Although she was backed by Duchess Yunlan, she could only tremble under the power of the other two Cursed Goddesses.

“Are you… looking for death?” The noble and cold woman looked at Bu Fang. The words that came out of her slightly dark lips were cold, causing the temperature of the fighting pit to drop a few degrees.

In the distance, the crone White Tiger had knocked away rose to her feet. Her eyes were full of rage and shock.

“Whitey… Kill her,” Bu Fang said.

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed. Suddenly, the suction emanating from the black hole in its belly became even stronger. Bess, who was struggling to hold on, suddenly panicked as she was sucked into the black hole at a faster rate.

“You are too presumptuous!” The Cursed Goddess flew into a rage. She raised her hand, and a blue cursed snake crept up her arm, spitting its tongue. Then, with a snap of her finger, the snake darted toward Whitey with a terrifying force.

This Cursed Goddess was very strong. In Bu Fang’s perception, she should have reached the peak of the Saint of the Great Path, almost half a foot into the level of a Chaotic Saint.

She had already condensed the Chaotic Energy and was only a little bit of effort away from breaking through the level of a Chaotic Saint. In fact, she was much stronger than Bess and not weaker than the crone.

With a buzzing sound, the Law of Space spread, and Bu Fang disappeared from where he was. When he reappeared, he was standing in front of Whitey.

The blue cursed snake kept spitting its tongue as a terrifying aura erupted from it. Focusing his eyes, Bu Fang reached out a hand and caught it. The snake struggled, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not advance any further.

“What a fool. No one dares to touch my curse.” The Cursed Goddess, Soul, curled her lips.

Sure enough, as soon as Bu Fang touched the snake, its curse power spread along his skin and began corroding his arm.

Meanwhile, Whitey had already completed devouring Bess. The latter’s divine sense, and even her miserable cries, were gone. She was a peak Saint of the Great Path, yet she was killed by a puppet! That made many people in the audience shudder!

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. With a shake of his hand, he produced an oyster pancake. He stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. The next moment, the curse power was slowly suppressed, and his arm that had turned blue was gradually healed.

Soul’s pupils constricted as she watched. “You were able to suppress the curse power?” Her face grew colder and colder. “Is this the chef’s special ability? In any case, you killed one of my people, so you must pay with your life!” she said.

As her voice faded, the crone at her side moved, flying through the air at lightning speed. For a person in charge of the fighting pit, being knocked away by Bu Fang was humiliating. She wanted revenge, so she took the opportunity to attack, and if she could capture Bu Fang, she would give him to the Cursed Goddess as a gift.

Bu Fang frowned and sighed. ‘Looks like I’m really going to fight my way into District B…’ he thought to himself. As a chef, he really hated fighting. He was tired of killing, and he actually longed for peace very much. Unfortunately…

The Black Turtle Constellation Wok emerged in front of him, and he grabbed it with one hand. Chaotic Energy fell on it as he raised it and threw it out.

A rumbling sound filled the air as the crone’s walking stick collided with the black wok. The blow was powerful, but she was not going to retreat so easily. At this moment, her curse power turned into a huge spider web and fell toward Bu Fang, trying to capture him.

The crone was only a novice in the realm of the Chaotic Saints, so her Chaotic Energy was much weaker than that of a countess like Xia Qiu. Therefore, Bu Fang was not afraid of her.

He pulled out the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and activated the God of Cooking’s Eye. The next moment, he made a slash. With a loud boom, the slash sent the crone back and cut the web to pieces.

Soul watched with an indifferent face. In her opinion, Bu Fang was already a dead man.

As the person in charge of the fighting pit in District B, the crone was a Chaotic Saint, but she was of a weaker kind. Otherwise, she would not just be someone managing a fighting pit. After all, who would want to do such a thankless job if they could get the rank of count or marquis?

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After killing Bess, Whitey burped and joined the fight. Foxy, sitting atop its head, was shooting Soul Demon meatballs as well. With the two of them joining the fight, the crone felt the pressure increase all of sudden. This caused her to be suppressed by Bu Fang’s attack.

It was rare to see an expert like Bu Fang who could fight someone from a higher realm. The old woman was depressed, for once again she was suppressed by him.

Suddenly, Bu Fang threw out a dish. A strange glow flowed over the dish, bloomed, and engulfed the crone, sealing her energy. It turned out that there was a Gourmet Array in the dish. The crone struggled frantically, trying to break the array, but all her attempts were in vain.

Everyone in the audience sucked in a cold breath. They could not believe that this domineering chef was able to suppress the crone, who was a Chaotic Saint, even though she was only an existence at the bottom of this realm.

The crone was suppressed, but Soul showed no sign of concern or shock. It seemed that even if the crone was killed, she would not be the least bit surprised.

“Aunt Lian, do it…”

Standing on the black chariot, Soul was already feeling a little impatient. She came here to save Bess, but not only did she fail to save her, she was also embarrassed by Bu Fang. Of course, she wanted to make him pay for this. How would she do that? Well, nothing was better than to suppress him with the most powerful means.

“Alas… Since Soul wants you dead, you can go to hell.”

As the unfamiliar voice rang out, the void began to ripple like a pebble had been thrown into a still lake. At the same time, a cloud of Chaotic Energy emerged in the sky, churning violently. The next moment, a long, fair hand stretched out of the mass of Chaotic Energy.

As soon as the hand appeared, it slapped at Bu Fang with a terrifying aura and power. Heaven and earth seemed to have exploded, and the structurally sound fighting pit began to crumble under the power of this slap!

“It’s Duchess Tianlian! Duchess Tianlian has made a move!”

The nobles in the audience exclaimed crazily. In Void City, the Queen of Curses was the noblest existence, and below her were the three dukes. Each of them possessed formidable strength and were the supreme existences in the realm of Chaotic Saints.

This kind of existence rarely showed up in front of people, but today, Duchess Tianlian finally made a move.

Bu Fang immediately felt a terrifying pressure. His pupils constricted. He could sense that the attacker was stronger than the noblewoman who took Nethery away.

‘Is she the duke of District A? The Cursed Goddess’s supporter?’

Bu Fang took a deep breath. When the noblewoman suppressed him and took Nethery away, he already felt extremely unconvinced. Could the same thing happen again today? But he was no longer the same person as he used to be!

Screaming in his head, he activated the God of Cooking’s Eye and stared fixedly at the hand that had smashed the whole fighting pit. With a shake of his hand, he produced a Perishing Pot, a Crazy Sword Pot, and several Soul Demon meatballs, fusing them together. Then, he added a piece of enhanced Fortune Flatbread, as well as… Chaotic Energy.

Soon, he was holding an orb, which was emitting a strong aroma and bursting with a dazzling golden light. It was an extremely volatile and violent means of attack, a coalescence of the essence of dishes. However, it could also be described as a crude mash-up product!

Ripples of energy spread from the orb and swept out in all directions. Even Bu Fang was shocked by its power. In his heart, however, he looked forward to the destruction this horrible concoction could do.

Facing the beautiful but deadly hand, he gently pushed the golden orb toward it.

“I’ll just name this dish as… the Chaos Pot of Creation!” Bu Fang said coldly.

BOOM!

In a flash, the golden Chaos Pot of Creation collided with the hand, creating a terrifying explosion. At this moment, District C and District B both shook violently, while the fighting pit was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

The nobles who were impacted by the powerful blast were all hovering in midair, coughing up blood and looking frightened. In the center of the explosion, the violent energy continued to destroy everything.

Lying on Whitey’s head, Foxy’s fur was fluttering wildly as the wind generated by the explosion kept blowing at them. However, her eyes were glowing. At the thought of the golden Chaos Pot of Creation, she felt her mouth water.

A soft exclamation came through the explosion. The next moment, all the smoke and dust disappeared. Bu Fang fell back to the ground, standing in the fighting pit that had been turned into rubble.

Up in the sky, Soul, standing in her chariot, looked somewhat shocked.

“It’s a pity that your technique is not perfect… Otherwise, that orb would really be able to explode with the power that can destroy the world.”

As a gentle voice echoed out, a figure wearing a white gown emerged from the void. It was a very soft-looking woman. There was something about her that made one want to pamper her. However, weak as she looked, no one would really think that she was frail, for she was one of the three dukes of District A, Duchess Tianlian!

She looked at Bu Fang and sighed with a sad face.

“Aunt Lian, don’t waste your breath with him… Kill him now! Anyone who offended me will be killed!” said Soul, cold and merciless. She was fiercer than the duke.

The next moment, a peal of laughter came out of the void. Then, accompanied by a rumbling sound, a turquoise chariot emerged with a voluptuous figure standing in it. The noblewoman who had taken Nethery away stopped in front of Duchess Tianlian and chuckled.

At the same time, a golden chariot crashed through the void and appeared in front of Soul, on which stood a girl in a long black dress.

“No one can kill him as long as I am here,” said Nethery indifferently, her hair waving in the wind. Her face was expressionless as her black eyes looked straight at Soul.

The two Cursed Goddesses finally clashed head-on!