Chapter 12510

Is this really something that the legendary Emperor of the End, who is only a six-zhang-tall Dharma Avatar, could do?

Only Stazlar looked puzzled.

He naturally didn't know the End Emperor, but the person in front of him gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

After a moment of stunned silence, Cheng Zhiyu finally reacted, howling and cursing, "What are you bunch of idiots still standing there for? Kill this bastard!"

The masters of the Culinary Saint lineage looked at each other in bewilderment.

They didn't have the luxury of being as willful and reckless as Cheng Zhiyu. They knew that with the current power of the Termination Society, if they really attacked the Termination Emperor himself, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But under Cheng Zhiyu's constant cursing, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and attack Lin Yi.

There's no other reason than that if Cheng Zhiyu is humiliated for no reason today and they don't retaliate, then there's no need to worry about the future.

Because they will never have a future.

The Food Saint will definitely be the first to execute them when he returns!

All eighteen experts immediately launched their attack simultaneously.

Those who were sent to protect Cheng Zhiyu were naturally rare elites from the Food Saint lineage, starting with a ten-zhang Dharma Form.

Nine-zhang (approximately 33 meters) Dharma images and even eight-zhang (approximately 33 meters

There was even a seven-zhang-tall Dharma Master leading the team!
Even by the standards of the Heavenly Palace Twelve Groups, such a lineup is already considered luxurious.

As a result, they all died in a single encounter.

Seeing the dead bodies of these elite experts, everyone inside and outside the Yipin Pavilion gasped in shock.

"Killing people is as easy as cutting grass."

Someone muttered something.

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly; for many of them, this was the first time they had truly grasped the meaning of those words.

The key is that the grass that was cut down was all considered to be top-tier by them.

Cheng Zhiyu was stunned on the spot.

He had always acted with impunity in Tianjun, relying on this group of experts.

No matter which second-generation member of a powerful family he faced, as long as these experts were there, he would never suffer any loss.

Not to mention that ordinary aristocratic families simply cannot assemble such a lineup, even a top-tier aristocratic family like the Li family of Tianjun, with such resources, would never use them to serve as bodyguards for a second-generation heir.

This is not how you be a spendthrift.

This is Cheng Zhiyu's only exclusive possession.

Who would have thought that he would be killed in a flash in public?

When Cheng Zhiyu met Lin Yi's indifferent gaze again, he couldn't help but shiver.

For the first time since birth, he felt a sense of impending doom.

However, Cheng Zhiyu immediately retorted, "You dare to kill my family! You're dead! You're a dead man!"

Lin Yi walked up to him and slapped him across the face.

Cheng Zhiyu was immediately slapped to the ground.

With a thud, the entire venue immediately fell silent.

Even the onlookers watching from the sidelines unconsciously swallowed hard and remained as quiet as chickens.

They knew there would be a lot of excitement today, but they never imagined it would be this big!
Cheng Zhiyu was beaten, and the Food Saint would definitely not sit idly by.

At that time, it's possible that the Food Saint himself will personally take to the stage to face the End Emperor, or even the entire End Council!

If such a war breaks out, it will directly affect the overall situation of Tianjun.

Cheng Zhiyu lay on the ground, stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he immediately yelled again.

"You idiot! You're dead! My father will kill you today!"

Everyone silently facepalmed.

In their view, this statement was not wrong. If the Food Saint were to personally take to the field, no one thought that the Emperor of Ending the World would have any chance of winning.

The five saints' inviolable taboos must not be touched.

This is already common knowledge deeply ingrained in the people of Tianjun.

The problem is, you should consider the context before saying that, right?

The Food Saint hasn't even arrived yet, and he still dares to be so arrogant and shout at him. Does he think he hasn't been dealt with badly enough?
All I can say is, that brat is definitely a brat.

If someone had any sense of self-awareness, they wouldn't have needlessly provoked a tough opponent like the End Emperor.

Lin Yi gave a cold laugh: "You mean the God of Cookery? Why don't you ask your father if he dares to come?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

It's not surprising that a brat would yell and shout, but Lin Yi's words sounded like a public provocation of the Food Saint.

The implications behind this are completely different.

If nothing unexpected happens, the thoughts of the Food Saint himself are probably already hovering above the First-Class Pavilion, and could descend at any moment.

Everyone was astonished.

Where does he get such confidence to confront the Food Saint lineage head-on?

Lin Yi turned to Shi Dazhu: "Where's Gan Niannian?"

Shi Dazhu was stunned for a moment, then quickly pointed at Cheng Zhiyu: "He was taken away by his men!"

Where is Gan Niannian?

Lin Yi stared at Cheng Zhiyu expressionlessly.

Cheng Zhiyu felt a chill run down his spine, but maintained a defiant expression, tilting his head back and cursing:
"None of your business! I'm warning you, kneel down right now, kowtow to me, and swear to be my dog ​​from now on. Only then might I consider letting you go. Otherwise, you're dead!"

The onlookers were completely speechless.

Putting everything else aside, this youngest son of the Food Saint is truly first-rate when it comes to stirring up trouble.

He clearly hasn't learned the principle of "a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him."

Lin Yi shook his head slightly, then suddenly asked, "What is one thousand minus seven?"

"what?"

Cheng Zhiyu didn't react for a moment.

The next second, a deafening scream suddenly erupted.

Lin Yi casually tossed away the fingernail that the other person had just peeled off his hand, and continued to ask expressionlessly, "What is one thousand minus seven?"

"Get the hell away from me, you lunatic!"

Seeing Lin Yi about to peel off his fingernails again, Cheng Zhiyu howled in pain and shouted, "Nine hundred and ninety-three! Nine hundred and ninety-three!"

Then came another earth-shattering scream of pain.

Lin Yi continued, expressionless, "What is nine hundred and ninety-three minus seven?"

This time, Cheng Zhiyu learned his lesson and quickly endured the excruciating pain to answer, "Nine hundred and eighty-six! Nine hundred and eighty-six!"

Unfortunately, Lin Yi did not stop pulling out his nails.

After another howl of pain.

What is 986 minus 7?

Not to mention Cheng Zhiyu himself, even the onlookers outside Yipin Pavilion were already feeling goosebumps.

The thought of such torture was too horrible to contemplate.

Someone couldn't help but say, "He's still a child, is it really necessary to mistreat him like this?"

Everyone agreed.

Lin Yi didn't stop moving at all and replied calmly.

Did I ever say I was a good person?

The entire audience fell silent.

To be fair, since the establishment of the Termination Society, this Termination Emperor has never seemed to express any personal stance, let alone claim to be a righteous good person.

However, some people sided with Lin Yi.

"This brat has done too many bad things; someone really needs to teach him a lesson!"

Someone couldn't help but ask, "By the way, is there any saying about asking him about arithmetic?" (End of Chapter)