Xiao Tian was really enjoying himself, and it seemed that even his Above the Heavens Breathing Technique was starting to advance!
He heard the sounds of the Shackle within his body breaking! The cracking of bones! The sounds of a microscopic world transforming, exploding, and reforming!
Every time a competitive eating contest of the "Stomach Demon Qingtian the Sky" level is held, it inevitably results in the loss of several years' worth of food reserves in many areas of Northern Mountain.
At five o'clock in the morning, multiple parties sent out urgent appeals, and the nearest Demon Clan forces sent their demon soldiers to plead their case!
"The landlord's family really has no grain left!"
Kang Jinlong was in pain and worried about the food supply. At present, the Stomach Demon Qingtian and the Mask Group Demon were evenly matched and entered a high-intensity white-hot stage. A winner had to be decided.
As dawn broke, the food consumed by Xiao Tian and Qingtian was so fast that even express transport couldn't keep up, causing the Demon King, including Kang Jinlong, to suffer from severe headaches.
"Where's the meat! Keep bringing it on!" Xiao Tian roared.
"Ahem, boss, there's really no meat left. You guys can just eat vegetables and have some." A cute bunny-eared banshee said weakly.
"No meat left? Oh well, you guys are really poor. Let's just have vegetables then."
Two hours later, the Stomach Demon Qingtian, its eyes bloodshot, roared, "Where's the food! I can't catch up! Hurry! Bring it up! The time has come to prove Northern Mountain wrong, I absolutely cannot lose!"
"Brother Qingtian, that's all. It will take at least half an hour to get some meat and vegetables," Kang Jinlong said helplessly.
"What?!" Qingtian was furious. Did that mean it had lost?
Xiao Tian Xiao and said, "Brother, you lost."
"No! I didn't lose, it's just that Northern Mountain is too barren! I can still fight you for three hundred rounds! Nine days and nine nights!" The Stomach Demon Qingtian roared, refusing to admit defeat.
"Fine, whatever, you lost anyway. I have two tons more than you, hehe." Xiao Tian said smugly.
Qingtian was furious. Although Kang Jinlong and the others were unwilling, they could only comfort Qingtian considering the reality of the situation. They said that they lost because they didn't have enough ingredients, so they should just let the Mask Group win this time.
"I didn't lose! You masked Laozi, what's your name?! Next time, let's find a place with plenty of food and have another good match!" The Stomach Demon Qingtian stared at Xiao Tian and declared war.
"No problem, just let me know when you come to Black Wind Mountain." Xiao Tian was naturally happy to get free food and drinks.
Although this feasting and drinking didn't add many System Points, it had a huge effect on improving physical fitness and magical power. The Above the Heavens Breathing Technique was exceptional.
Right now, his physical body alone could probably create the Destruction power of the Demon Emperor Miaomei!
" Mask Group, you've won! The demons of Northern Mountain will remember you! I hope you'll release Lord Ji soon," Kang Jinlong said coldly.
"Don't worry, you guys are eating and drinking for free... oh no, let's become friends through this little misunderstanding. Although Northern Mountain is a desolate place, your souls are interesting. Lord Ji 'll definitely be back safe and sound within three days." Xiao Tian chuckled.
"That would be best. We've become friends through this conflict. You members of the Mask Group aren't human, are you?" Kang Jinlong asked tentatively.
"Of course, look how much we can eat. Actually, we are the Spirit Clan, which is also considered the Demon Clan, understand?" Xiao Tian began his deception, making Wangquan Baye and the others suppress their laughter.
"I see." Kang Jinlong and the others were relieved, and their hostility towards Xiao Tian and the others immediately lessened.
"Let me formally introduce myself: Dugu Wudi, leader of the Mask Group, and a gluttonous member of the Spirit Clan!" Xiao Tian chuckled.
"This is a personnel officer from the Mask Group, Wangba Zhiqi, a Grandmaster of Swordsmanship from the Spirit Clan!"
Xiao Tian casually introduced his group, and Kang Jinlong and the others also introduced themselves in good faith. After finalizing the contract and going through the formalities, the Black Wind Mountain land completely fell into the hands of Xiao Tian and his group. The Great King Black Wind couldn't help but cry.