"It smells so good, it's really delicious!"
"Yes, this dish is really good!"
"It's so delicious, I feel like my whole body is full of energy after drinking it!"
...
Bu Fang's Four Treasures Soup was distributed to the soldiers. Every soldier who drank it was full of praise. This dish was truly delicious.
Although the dishes cooked by Bu Fang were made with ordinary ingredients that did not contain any spirit energy, because Bu Fang's cooking method was based on true energy, a trace of his true energy would always seep into the dish and nourish it.
This was the main reason why the dish was so delicious.
"Owner Bu is indeed Owner Bu. Your dishes are still so popular." Tang Yin said with a smile. It was really unbelievable that Bu Fang would appear in this army camp. He was hesitating whether he should tell his master Ni Yan.
However, after thinking about it, he decided to wait until he returned to the Western Mystery City.
It was a rare opportunity to drink Owner Bu's soup for free. Therefore, Tang Yin joined the soldiers and got himself a few portions of the soup.
However, just as everyone was drinking the soup, a war cry came from outside the camp. The sound of a bugle horn lingered in the camp.
Zhu Yue's complexion suddenly changed. He drank the hot soup in his bowl in one gulp, then turned around and walked out of the camp. The sound of the bugle horn indicated that the enemy had come to attack the camp.
The Western Mystery Army had already been forced out of Mo Luo City's territory, but the enemy was still so overbearing. Zhu Yue's complexion was somewhat ugly and filled with anger.
After reminding Owner Bu to be careful, Tang Yin also turned around and left. Since the enemy had come to attack, the Shura Sect's sorcerer would probably appear as well. He wanted to kill all of them and turn them into the souls of the magic array in his hands!
Although Bu Fang's soup wasn't much, there were still several hundred soldiers who drank it. These several hundred soldiers felt their spirits trembling, and they brandished their weapons as they charged out of the camp. Their monstrous aura stunned the enemies who were charging at them.
The battle soon erupted again.
The two armies clashed with a loud bang, and the sound of war cries was deafening.
…
Inside the campsite, Bu Fang collected the four woks that had been distributed. Then, he carried the woks and planned to walk toward his tent.
Wei Dafu and many soldiers of the Cooks' Army Unit stood in the distance with complicated expressions on their faces. They looked at Bu Fang with unsightly expressions.
They didn't know how to face Bu Fang. They thought he was just a newcomer that they could bully at will, but they didn't expect him to have such a strong background.
Wei Dafu didn't want to believe it, but the scene he just saw was enough to prove it.
As for Wei Dafu, his fate was to be reduced from the captain of the Cooks' Army Unit to an ordinary cook in the Cooks' Army Unit … This was worse than killing him.
Buzz buzz!
The sound of two bowstrings being pulled rang out. Then, arrows as fast as lightning burst forth from afar, instantly piercing through the two cooks' army guards.
Wei Dafu and the others widened their eyes as they raised their heads to look into the distance. There were dozens of figures riding spirit beasts galloping over.
"It's the enemy!"
Wei Dafu and the others immediately shouted. The location of the supply transport had actually been discovered by the enemy, and they were charging over. This was enough to prove the cruelty of this war.
Once the supply was destroyed, it meant that the soldiers of the Western Mystery Army would lose their food supply. This was definitely a disaster for the soldiers of the Third Corp.
At this time, the cooks' army unit needed to join the battle. Protecting the supply was their responsibility. They could hold kitchen knives or machetes.
The number of enemies wasn't large, but each of them was skilled. Moreover, these enemies were riding spirit beasts, so their speed was too fast.
Swoosh swoosh!
Arrows were shot from the longbows in the hands of the enemies. Their speed was extremely fast. In just a short while, several cooks' army guards were shot and nailed to the ground.
Bu Fang's pupils constricted. For the first time, he felt a cold killing intent sweeping over. This was war, a real battlefield where only one side could survive.
"Destroy the supply! The general has given the order. We must not let a single soldier of the Western Mystery Army return! "
A deafening roar came from among the enemies. Their imposing manner made the cooks' army guards' legs weak. They felt a little hopeless. Their numbers were about the same as the enemy's, but in terms of battle prowess, they were much weaker.
Bu Fang, who was carrying four woks on his back, slightly moved his body and dodged the round of arrows. His gaze was solemn as he looked at the group of soldiers charging over.
Xiao Bai appeared beside him. His mechanical eyes flickered with a red glow that sent chills down one's spine. Ding!
Ding! Ding!
One arrow after another hit its body, emitting a crisp sound. Then, with a sweep of Xiao Bai's hand, all the arrows were swept away and broken.
The enemies riding on the spirit beasts were also taken aback. They didn't expect that the iron lump that suddenly appeared would be able to block all their arrows. However, they didn't pay too much attention to it.
The sound of hooves resounded as two enemies charged toward Xiao Bai and Bu Fang with spears in their hands. Since arrows couldn't penetrate it, they would just use spears. After all, anyone who obstructed them from destroying the supply would have to die.
Their goal was to destroy the Western Mystery Army's supply so that everyone in the Western Mystery Army would be left behind.
This group of people was Mo Lin's capable subordinates. Every one of them had a high level of cultivation. Mo Lin sent them out to destroy the supply for safety reasons.
"Killing intent detected … Purple Eye mode activated."
Xiao Bai muttered. Then, his red eyes turned into a deep purple. The purple was so deep that it seemed capable of stealing one's soul.
Two swiftly galloping spirit beasts, two fourth grade Battle-Spirits, and two spears charged toward Xiao Bai and Bu Fang mercilessly.
The moment the Purple Eye mode was activated, Xiao Bai's entire aura changed. His figure instantly shot out and blocked in front of Bu Fang. He raised his palm and actually tried to grab the two spears.
"You're courting death!!"
The enemies widened their eyes and fiercely thrust out their spears.
However, Xiao Bai's palm forcefully grabbed onto the two spears. Sparks flew in all directions, causing the two people who were charging forward to be pushed off the back of the spirit beasts due to inertia.
A purple light flashed in Xiao Bai's eyes. He shook his palm that was holding onto the tips of the two spears and forcefully swung them down. The two spirit beasts were ruthlessly slammed onto the ground and stopped their forward momentum.
The spirit beasts were only second grade spirit beasts. How could they withstand such an attack? They immediately fell to the ground and spat out blood as they panted heavily.
The two enemy soldiers were also swept away by the spears. Then, Xiao Bai casually tossed them out. The spears directly pierced through them and nailed them to the ground. Fresh blood flowed all over the ground.
This scene was shocking. Regardless of whether it was the enemies or the soldiers from the Cooks' Army Unit, they were all dumbfounded as they looked at this scene.
Wei Dafu fell to the ground on his butt, and his mouth was trembling …
That scene was too terrifying. The two enemy soldiers who were nailed to the ground were still staring with their eyes wide open. They were filled with unwillingness.
This clothes-stripping demon … was actually so violent. Those were cavalrymen who were charging at a high speed, yet they were forcefully pulled down. Their spirit beasts were whipped to death and they were nailed to the ground.
It turned out that there was such a terrifying existence around Bu Fang. They actually foolishly went to find trouble with him.
When they recalled that Xiao Bai only stripped them of their clothes, they felt a wave of relief. With the strength of that metal lump, killing them would be as easy as flipping his palm.
Bu Fang carried four woks on his back. He indifferently swept his gaze over the two enemies who were nailed to the ground. Then, he swept his gaze over Wei Dafu and the others who were holding onto their long blades and preparing to fight against the enemies. His face was expressionless as he turned around and continued forward.
The small group of enemies was enraged. One after another, they roared and charged toward Xiao Bai. Their small group was one of Mo Lin's powerful subordinates. However, they had lost many people in this mission.
Xiao Bai's purple eyes flickered. His arm quickly transformed into a huge machete.
Dozens of people surrounded Xiao Bai. Xiao Bai fiercely charged forward.
Then … the Cooks' Army Unit witnessed a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
The enemies who were pressuring them to the point where they couldn't even breathe were actually destroyed by that metal lump. Fresh blood splattered everywhere. With every slash, this group of people was slaughtered by that metal lump. They didn't even have the strength to retaliate.
Among the corpses on the ground, Xiao Bai's spotlessly white body slowly stood up. The blood that splattered on his body was automatically expelled, leaving him untainted by even a speck of dust.
Xiao Bai's purple eyes flickered and then turned into a red glow. His mechanical head turned and swept a glance at the Cooks' Army Unit, who were all looking at him in fear. Then, he strode forward and chased after Bu Fang, who was carrying four woks on his back.
The wind blew, blowing away the blood on the ground. Wei Dafu felt that it was a miracle that he was still alive.
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