Bu Fang lifted his head and raised his chin, which made him look arrogant as he watched Chu Changsheng. His voice was sonorous and powerful, loud and clear enough to make Chu Changsheng's eyes shrink. 

Far from them, Luo Danqing also heard Bu Fang. He gave a hurried cough, gawking and dropping his jaw. 

He was scared, indeed. What did Bu Fang just say? He wanted to challenge the top ten chefs of the Tablet of Gluttony single-handedly? It's a fool's dream! If Bu Fang could defeat one of them, it would be his luck already. Did he even know what it means to defeat all ten?

Bu Fang wanted to single-handedly deal with the entire chefs who got the old inheritance of the Valley of Gluttony—the chefs' Holy Grounds!

Savage! Arrogant! 

Although Luo Danqing had just eaten Bu Fang's grilled Taotie's hoof and broken through, he still thought that Bu Fang had no hope at all. The top ten chefs of the Tablet of Gluttony were all monstrous ones. Perhaps Bu Fang could deal with some of them, but fa