บท 597:  The Evil Chef, Too Terrifying To Speak Of 

"Why, why?" The West Shadow Guard's obese body shrank a size. His eyes were bloodshot and he would have a mild seizure from time to time. He had never been plunged to a depth of darkness so deep before. His path had been blocked and not only that, he could feel his spiritual cultivation decreasing. His Dao Heart was unstable so it was easily destroyed by the feeling of disgust.

He was not the only one feeling that way. The same thing was happening to the other monks. After all the obstacles they had overcome, betting their lives on so many missions, training with all the sincerity and hope in the world—after all that, they were defeated by this.

Puke!

"I'm going to kill you all!"