Chapter 6281: Biding Time

"Brother Xiao! How does it taste?!"

"…"

"It doesn't live up to its reputation! It feels like something is missing." Xiao Fan pursed his lips.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

"Let me have a taste!" Ying Rongrong couldn't wait and immediately took a bite of the Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird's wing.

"The taste is not bad, the spiritual energy is abundant, and the Immortal Power is vigorous, but it doesn't seem as miraculous as the legends say," Ying Rongrong murmured.

Hearing this, Cao Wusheng and the others exchanged glances and began to taste it.

"The taste… is good, it just lacks a bit of spiritual charm." Cao Wusheng murmured.

"Indeed, it feels like something is missing."

"Why is it like this?!"

"…"

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions strange.

Yet, everyone tacitly agreed not to suspect that Xiao Fan had tampered with it.

After all, if it were ordinary spirit bird meat, how could it have such an effect?!

"Have some soup." Chi Aotian took a sip of the Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird soup, and his expression changed instantly.

"Wow! So delicious! This soup… is exquisite!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

"The soup?!"

"Yes! The essence is all in the soup!"

"That's right! It must be so! The essence is all in the soup!"

"…"

Hearing this, everyone began to scramble for the soup.

The moment she drank the soup, Ying Rongrong's expression changed.

"This taste… it's divine! There's no mistake! This is the taste of the Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird!"

Xiao Fan felt secretly pleased, thinking to himself, "The taste of the Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird indeed."

The real Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird had long since been eaten by him.

Of course.

To make it more realistic, Xiao Fan also began to drink the soup.

He drank it with great relish.

"Good soup! What good soup! The taste of this soup is truly excellent!" Xiao Fan nodded repeatedly, full of praise: "The Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird! It truly lives up to its reputation!"

Beside him, Shangguan Hongwu also took a sip.

"Good soup! What good soup! Hahahaha… It was worth it for Lord Xiao and me to go through life and death together to bring out this Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird!"

"Hahaha… This soup! Good! Excellent!" Fang Yu couldn't stop grinning and clapped his hands in approval.

At this moment, everyone began to fight over the Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird soup.

The meat was still there, but the soup was quickly gone, not a single drop left.

Only then did everyone divide the meat and eat it up calmly.

"So the essence of this Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird is in drinking the soup!!"

"That's right! Think about how Mortals stew soup; the meat loses its flavor! The essence is all in the soup."

"Indeed! We were so foolish!"

"…"

Everyone was in a good mood, believing they had eaten the Eight-Treasure Spirit Bird.

At this moment, the God of Extreme Fire flew over with a pale face.

As soon as he landed, he felt countless murderous gazes.

"God of Extreme Fire! I told you to go and support them! Where did you go?!" Xiao Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Ah? I… I was wrong. I was afraid of death, so…"

"Afraid of death? You piece of trash!" Ying Rongrong, furious, walked up to the God of Extreme Fire and thrust her spear forward.

"Pfft… My Lord! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" The God of Extreme Fire pleaded pitifully.

"God of Extreme Fire! You actually betrayed us! You have some nerve!"

"My Lord! I won't dare to do it again! Never again! I was just afraid of death, that's why I left."

Everyone looked at him unkindly and unleashed their methods upon the God of Extreme Fire.

The God of Extreme Fire was in unbearable agony, calling for help with no response.

They were punishing the God of Extreme Fire partly to see if he and Xiao Fan had conspired together.

But after some torture, the God of Extreme Fire didn't reveal anything.

In fact, Xiao Fan hadn't expected that the God of Extreme Fire would just run away on his own.

"God of Extreme Fire! What should we do next? How do we leave the territory of the God of White Bones?!" Xiao Fan asked.

"Ah? We can't leave at all! The God of White Bones won't agree! We can't leave!" The God of Extreme Fire said weakly.

"Hmm? We can't leave?!" Xiao Fan's expression darkened: "Then tell me! What should we do?!"

"Uh, this… we can only force the God of White Bones to open the passage between the two worlds, or obtain the God of White Bones's decree mark."

Hearing this, Xiao Fan, Ying Rongrong, and the others exchanged glances.

Joining forces to surround and kill the God of White Bones was actually not difficult.

The difficulty was that there were other Half-step Immortal Kings present.

"For now, we can only endure for a while."