The Dog With His Elegant Cat-Like Steps

Under Bu Fang's control, the Qilin Transmigration Ladle covered with silver flames traced a beautiful arc and smashed into the weak point of Soul Thirteen's crotch from below.

That was the weak point he saw through the God of Cooking's Eye, which was also the best entry point for the knife if Soul Thirteen was a food ingredient.

Soul Thirteen never thought that Bu Fang would behave in such a shameless way. 'Didn't he say he was going to attack my eyes and armpits? How can he not play by the rules?!'

The intense pain twisted Soul Thirteen's face. It acted not only on his flesh but also penetrated deep into his soul, causing him to shiver all over. It felt so uncomfortable that he almost fell from the sky.

He bent his body like a cooked shrimp, and only after a long time did he slowly straighten his back. With a monstrous killing intent in his eyes, he stared at Bu Fang.

'This damned chef… I'm going to cut him to pieces!'