A Great Saint Beats a Demigod?
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Flames roared and towered into the sky in the Nether Chef's homeland. Some Nether Chefs were cooking. The air rang to the noisy sound of tossing woks, the clanging of spatulas on woks, the chopping of vegetables, and the clanking of bowls and plates.
All of a sudden, a dark cloud drifted over from a distance. That gave the Nether Chefs pause. Many turned immediately to look in that direction, forgetting what they were doing at the moment.
"What is that?" a Nether Chef asked with a curious look on his face. But no one answered him because their eyes were all fixed at a burly figure, who was walking slowly toward them under the dark cloud.
Who was he?
Doubts were on everyone's mind.
Ah Zhuang walked slowly with his eyes narrowed. The corners of his mouth curved upward into a smile. When he saw so many chefs cooking, he felt that his blood boiled, and all that remained in his mind was the constant roar of a voice.