It had not merely provoked Li Mu Yang.
It had provoked Snowball as well.
After all, only Snowball had ever made that "pfft" sound. Even the Wolf King had never "pffted" like that.
Snowball was furious.
It felt that the Kun Beast was trying to steal its exclusive right to act cute, copying its own way of acting adorable.
Its chubby body pounced toward the sea. Raising its snow-white, oversized paw, it slapped at the blue little fish's blue little face.
Chirp.
The blue little fish transformed into a blue little bird and soared joyfully through the sky, its mouth emitting a melodious screech.
Snowball could not stop itself in time. Its paw slammed into the surface of the Black Sea, and the seawater boomed as enormous waves rolled, as if a tsunami had been unleashed.
These monsters were no ordinary monsters. Every one of them was an ancient creature that had lived for thousands, or even tens of millions, of years. Creatures like Snowball and the Kun Beast had probably existed since the beginning of heaven and earth. Their might was simply too powerful—far too powerful.
Li Mu Yang wanted to heal Qian Du, and had actually foolishly dreamed of taking the Crystal Soul of such a monster king. Fortunately, he had been born with the courage of a dragon. An ordinary human could never have done something so idiotic.
Snowball's paw missed, and its body rebounded like a ball. It rapidly shot into the air, then opened its cavernous maw and lunged at the blue little bird.
It wanted to swallow the little bird in one bite.
Once the Kun Beast entered its belly, it would be within the domain of the Heart of Weak Water. Whether it was killed or butchered, stir-fried or braised, Snowball would have