บท 1774: A Smelly Battle!

"Very good… The only way to examine your dark dishes is to see how much damage they do to the Soul Demons," Bu Fang said, smiling faintly and looking at his apprentices, who were beaming with energy.

"Oh? The damage to the Soul Demons?"

The apprentices froze. Then, focusing their eyes, they turned to look at the monsters hovering in the distant sky. Those were probably the Soul Demons Bu Fang was talking about.

"Now show me your dark dishes," Bu Fang said.

The apprentices looked at each other. The next moment, their faces began to glow with excitement.

Holding his crystal-like sheep's stomach pudding in one hand, Xiao Xiaolong sprinted into the distance, stomped his foot, and soared into the air. A black kitchen knife appeared in his hand, spinning and bursting with dazzling light.