As soon as Bu Fang opened his eyes, he saw Soul Thirteen's ferocious, silver face that was gleaming coldly.
Soul Thirteen was very confident that he could eat this chef this time. He had gone through a lot of hardship to become a Soul Overlord in this Chaotic Universe, and he did not think that anyone could stop him.
As long as the Heavengods of this world did not appear, he was invincible. No one could stop him—not the Divine Emperor, and not even the chef in front of him! He was destined to rise to the top!
"Are you cured of your anorexia? I can't believe you dared to open your mouth so wide in front of me…"
Bu Fang's tone was very flat. There was neither annoyance nor raging anger in his voice. It was as if he was asking a friend in a friendly manner if he had eaten. However, his words poked Soul Thirteen's sore spot.
