Using a blade made for killing to chop vegetables.
This was the method Mo Qi had devised to integrate his culinary skills and Sword Technique in the shortest possible time.
A palpable killing intent instantly enveloped the entire restaurant.
The flash of the blade was everywhere, like a tiger's roar and a dragon's cry. Everyone felt the chilling illusion of a greatsword hanging over their necks.
Chills ran down their spines, and their hearts pounded uncontrollably.
No one knew what was wrong with Mo Qi. Even Liu Hui and Jin Sanpang could only look at each other, not daring to ask.
The disciples waiting for the Medicinal Cuisine were all terrified. 'Could it be that the large crowd has angered him?'
Many felt the urge to leave, but they couldn't resist the temptation of the Medicinal Cuisine and found themselves rooted to the spot.
"Someone, get the dish!"
Just as everyone was on pins and needles, a voice tinged with pleasant surprise came from Mo Qi in the kitchen.
