The Fire Kingdom guards had yet to recover from that earth-shaking pressure when a tremendous gust sent them tumbling head over heels.
With only its main head remaining, the Nine-Headed Lion plunged toward the great black pot, its eyes bloodshot and tears of humiliation still clinging to their corners.
It opened its blood-filled maw and sucked fiercely.
The golden broth left at the bottom, along with a few unserved chunks of lion head meat, became a raging waterspout that spiraled straight into its mouth.
"Gulp."
Down it went.
Everyone froze.
Huo Ling'er still held half a bowl of soup, staring wide-eyed at the supposedly incomparably noble pureblood remnant.
"It... ate itself?"
The commander of the Fire Kingdom guards swallowed, feeling the understanding he had built over half a lifetime of cultivation suffer a violent blow.
The Nine-Headed Lion chewed twice. Its tears flowed even harder, and its anguished, furious roar trembled.
"My meat... boo-hoo, it actually tastes this good!"
Shi Hou's expression was quite a sight.
In his previous life, he had seen suckers post "grateful our paths crossed" on social media after their partners ran off with all their assets.
But he had never imagined anyone would come running over after having their heads chopped off, eat those heads, then tearfully leave a five-star review.
This lion really had a death wish, daring to snatch food from a black-hearted chef's pot.
"Snort!"
Kang, crouching nearby, completely bristled. He had finally shoved Furball aside and was about to lick the pot clean, only for this big head to fall from the sky and wash it bare.
The Black Pig's stiff bristles stood on end. The fleshy wings on his back flapped fiercely, and his forehooves smashed the ground.
His mouth gaped open, blue light flashing wildly in his nostrils. With