Zhong Jie was struck dumb as he watched the arrow pierce the heart of the scarlet blood tiger, killing the beast instantly.
The arrow had moved with such speed that he hadn't even had the time to react.
His initial shock swiftly morphed into rage. He had battled the scarlet blood tiger with all his might, suffering numerous injuries and even using his precious item to critically wound the beast. The nerve of someone to swoop in at the last moment and attempt to snatch his hard-earned kill was beyond belief.
Fuming with anger, Zhong Jie swiveled around to face the direction from which the arrow had come. His voice roared with fury, slicing through the air like a sharp blade. "Who dares to steal my kill? Show yourself!" His voice was as shrill and piercing as a banshee's wail. His rage was a roaring fire in his heart, driving him to find the audacious culprit and grind their face to dust beneath his boot.
