191: When it comes to food, nothing beats enemies fighting each other!

The bottom of the abyss.

In the pupils of Qin Feng and Wang Teng, only the yellow springs reincarnation grass swaying with a seven-colored halo remained.

Greed is a flame that burns through reason.

The Divine Plant seemed to sense two thirsty Souls, its leaves moving slightly.

Wisps of a sweet, bloody, and peculiar fragrance silently dispersed in the air.

Like the gentlest lover, it entered their nostrils, but in an instant transformed into demonic sparks that ignited the Soul's powder keg!

Boom!

Alliance? Disguise? Expediency?

Everything was washed clean in this fragrance that could infinitely amplify malice!

Only one word remained in their minds.

Kill!

Kill the piece of trash in front of them who blocked their Path to Becoming an Emperor!

"Qin Feng!"

Wang Teng was the first to strike!

His masked face was completely distorted by extreme excitement and killing intent, letting out a beastly roar that didn't sound human.

The violent Devilish Qi of the Saint Ninth Level Peak was no longer held back, soaring into the sky and condensing into a pitch-black giant palm surrounded by countless resentful Souls, grabbing towards the ally he had just called brother!

"You hypocritical dog, do you think you're worthy of laying a finger on such a divine object?!"

"Go die for me!"

Wang Teng's attack was fast and urgent, filled with undisguised violence and madness.

However, Qin Feng had long been prepared for this.

At the ten-thousandth of a second Wang Teng moved, his figure turned into an afterimage and drifted back several yards, precisely avoiding that fatal blow!

Boom!

The giant palm of Devilish Qi missed, smashing heavily into the ground.

The entire abyss shook violently; the earth was blasted with a bottomless pit, and countless crushed stones mixed with a pungent sulfur smell soared into the sky like a rainstorm.

"Wang Teng, you idiot who only knows how to use brute force, did you really think I'd believe your nonsense?"

Qin Feng stabilized himself, looking at the enraged Wang Teng, his voice cold to the bone.

His right arm, hidden in his sleeve, finally revealed itself at this moment, carrying overwhelming malice and ominousness!

It was a Demonized Qilin Arm covered in black scales and filled with hideous bone spikes!

A destructive Aura, purer and more sinister than Wang Teng's, burst out from him!

"Today, this place will be your burial ground!"

"You're looking for death!"

Wang Teng roared and lunged again.

The two allies who were "calling each other brothers" moments ago completely tore off their masks under the temptation of the Divine Plant, engaging in the most primitive and bloody life-and-death struggle!

...Inside the VIP Viewing Area.

"Good! They've started fighting! They're fighting!"

Su Chen slapped his thigh in excitement, not even bothering to crack the melon seeds in his hand, staring at the screen in the Blood Mirror with glowing eyes, as excited as a fan seeing his home team finally score a goal.

[Dog eats dog! A mouthful of fur! This is the plot I want to see most!]

[Fight! Fight to the death! It's best to beat their brains out! Yes, that's it, Wang Teng, you blockhead, your pre-attack wind-up is so long, are you afraid others won't know you're about to use a big move?]

He watched with great interest, his spirits high.

He picked up the plate of dried Saint Realm Demonic Beef on the table, sliced as thin as a cicada's wing and surrounded by Spiritual Qi, used jade chopsticks to pick up the finest piece, and handed it to Ling Qingzhu beside him.

"Come, Qingzhu, don't just watch, remember to eat."

Su Chen's tone was as relaxed as if he were inviting a friend to watch a magnificent fireworks show.

"Try this, it tastes good and is very chewy. The big show has just begun; you have to eat your fill to have the energy to watch the whole thing. Missing even a second is a loss."

Ling Qingzhu: "..."

She looked somewhat blankly at the plate of demonic beef Su Chen handed over, which was still emitting an enticing aroma.

Then she looked at the two "Sons of Destiny" in the Blood Mirror who were already fighting with real fire, Devilish Qi and blood intertwined, every strike aimed at crippling the other's dao foundation.

These... are they really the two Sons of Destiny who will stir up the world's winds and clouds in the future?

Why, in Su Chen's eyes, do they look like two mad dogs fighting over food in a coliseum?

And their group is like bored nobles sitting in the highest stands, eating snacks while critiquing the mad dogs' biting?

This feeling... is simply too absurd!

And too... thrilling!

Ling Qingzhu silently took the plate of demonic beef and picked up a small piece with jade chopsticks; her fingertips actually had a faint, imperceptible tremble.

She put the meat slice into her mouth.

The savory aroma and chewiness of the beef bloomed on her taste buds.

But this taste strangely overlapped with the blood splashes and broken bones in the Blood Mirror.

This made her stomach churn, yet a never-before-felt, morbid excitement rose from the bottom of her heart.

She felt as if she were chewing on the worldview she had held onto for over a decade, grinding it down and swallowing it along with this demonic beef.

Liu Ruyan was even more delighted, cracking melon seeds with one hand and holding a teacup with the other, even starting a live commentary mode.

"Oh my, Wang Teng's move 'Demon Dominating the World' won't do. It has Aura but no substance, too much force, too wide, more openings than a sieve."

"Look, look, that little slippery Qin Feng, he seized the chance for a Qilin Arm heart-pluck! Tsk tsk, how sinister. Is this move called 'Gentleman's Backstabbing Technique'? Poisonous enough!"

"Eh? Qin Feng's Qilin Arm is quite interesting; it can actually absorb Wang Teng's Devilish Qi? No wonder he gets more energetic as he fights. Wang Teng has met his mana-draining nemesis."

"Ooh! Beautiful! Wang Teng's 'Demon God Collision' is pretty good, an unreasonable barbaric charge! Almost broke Qin Feng's waist! Pity, pity, the force was diverted by that slippery arm!"

Her commentary was professional, sharp, and carried a hint of gloating ridicule, making this struggle that should have been tragic instantly filled with a comedic color.

Su Chen nodded repeatedly, thoroughly agreeing.

[Exactly, exactly, Wang Teng is just a brute, relying entirely on his Realm to suppress others, his fighting style has no technical content.]

[Qin Feng, this old fox, is much more sinister. Every move targets vital points, specifically attacking the lower body; he clearly has no class.]

[But... the harder they fight, the more I enjoy it! Keep it up, you two actors! The Oscar for Best Action Design is yours! The salary is already prepared for you—it's your own damn lives!]

A look of immense anticipation appeared on Su Chen's face.

He could hardly wait to see the perfect ending where these two guys perish together.