Seeing others had started, Li Huang felt his presence as the first taster was about to be overshadowed. He finally picked up the palm-sized, exquisitely crafted dragon head.
But as the dragon head snapped off with a "crack," "blood" gushed from the neck into the plate, emitting a rich, meaty aroma.
The fragrance spread instantly like a typhoon hitting the ground, enveloping not just the judges' platform but the entire venue in its bomb-like presence.
Saliva uncontrollably secreted, and Li Huang, undisturbed by the somewhat creepy scene, brought the dragon head to his mouth and then…
"Ow!"
"What happened?" Seeing his old colleague scream in agony, Run Wu immediately asked. But Li Huang covered his mouth, his face turning beet red, and shortly after, a chilling air spread from his body, frosting even the water glass in front of him.
But it was not out of anger; it was the full activation of his chilling attribute of inner strength.
