944 Immortal Chef, Qilin Chef, Divine Chef

"Seven strips! Then it's a deal!" 

As soon as Nether King Er Ha saw Bu Fang nod and heard him agree, his eyes lit up as he let out an excited cheer. Without wasting any time, his figure instantly burst forward. 

The Black Dragon King saw Nether King Er Ha's figure flashed past like a hurricane, causing his bald head to feel a chill. 

What the hell?

The Black Dragon King looked over strangely. 

What plaything is this Spicy Strip? Actually making that guy so excited… 

Nether King Er Ha's feet stepped on the surface of the lake, and his figure instantly floated gently towards those silver-armored experts.

The eyes of the silver-armored leader hardened, then a wave of anger spread out.

"Die!"

The silver-armored leader gave a long whistle. Then, the energy on his body surged up very quickly, and he became something like a scorching sun.