Three Moves! One Punch, One Sword, One Saber! Xasitaph Defeated! (2)

But this was good too. Anything that could be solved with money wasn't a problem.

On the other hand, the saint level Force chefs who valued reputation were harder to deal with.

"In that case, let's go. Lead the way," the Blood God Clone said to Xasitaph.

"Saint Yale, you can start cooking the Blood Devil Dancing. After I defeat him, I can have a taste of the Force dish," Xasitaph bowed at Saint Yale and said.

"Go ahead. No matter who wins, the Blood Devil Dancing will be ready." Saint Yale nodded.

"Old fox!"

Xasitaph's expression froze. His smugness disappeared without a trace, as if someone had forcefully fed him shit.

Euphelia wanted to laugh when she saw this scene.

This Saint Yale seemed a little interesting.

"Hmph!"

He snorted and turned to leave. He couldn't stay any longer.

This place was filled with evil intentions.

The Blood God Clone smiled and followed the other party out of the kitchen.