With a small trick, the little snowball betrayed its master and truly flew toward him, filling Mu Yubai's heart with pride.
He was not only the Xifeng Sword God, respected and feared by everyone—even a little animal knew how to flatter and curry favor with him. Water flowed downhill, while balls swam uphill. In the end, all things under heaven could not escape the rule that "the strong were revered." A strong male lion possessed an entire pride of lionesses; the laws of the animal world were even colder, crueler, and utterly devoid of humanity.
Mu Yubai had been completely unguarded against the little snowball because it looked so cute and adorably foolish. It was easy to make people forget the terrifying sight of it opening its mouth and swallowing those countless water swords just now. Even if they remembered, they would merely think it was a greedy glutton.
No one could be blamed. Who could have imagined that an animal could possess such terrifying scheming?
Before that, Mu Yubai had still been constantly belittling animals' intelligence and threatening Li Mu Yang, saying, "You should understand that it's only a pet. Compared with humans, a pet's intelligence is far inferior. I have a hundred ways to lure it away, then kill you with one sword."
Had this face-slapping plot come a little too quickly?
It actually understood the strategy of "repairing the plank road in the open while secretly crossing Chencang," then striking when its opponent was unprepared and killing with one blow.
So, when the snowball opened its mouth—which was countless times larger than its own body—and sprayed those countless water swords at Mu Yubai, he had no time to react at all.
At such a close distance, with no mental preparation for defense, what could he possibly have