Bab 1827: Damn You, Chefs!

The huge eyeball was crimson, cold, and ruthless like the most indifferent thing in the world. It turned, fixing at Hangu Pass in the distance. It was filled with hatred, but the intensity of this hatred was nowhere near as strong as that in its voice.

"Where is that damn chef?!"

It shook heaven and earth, thick with a fury that came from the depths of the soul and filled with hatred for that chef.

No one could ever understand how much Soul God hated chefs. After plotting for millions of years, he finally woke himself up, collected his body parts, and was about to return to this world as the supreme Soul God.

Yet he had only shown his prowess for a few moments when that chef suppressed him with a dish! It infuriated him greatly.

Soul God's hatred for chefs went deep into his soul. He remembered that many, many years ago, he was also suppressed by a chef with a dish. That time, he was sealed for millions of years.