You Don't Deserve My Grilled Meat

Waist Bow!

Instant Shift!

Phantom Shadow!

Xiao Wu's figure left a string of blurry afterimages among the trees.

Though she moved later, she arrived first.

Just before the Ghost Tiger's claws could touch Ning Rongrong,

she blocked its path.

First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!

Her petite body bent backward at an unbelievable angle.

Her feet slammed fiercely into the Ghost Tiger's jaw.

Bang!

A muffled thud rang out.

The Ghost Tiger's unstoppable pounce was forcibly halted.

Its massive head was kicked high into the air.

"Great chance!"

A sharp light flashed in Tang San's eyes.

First Soul Skill, Divine Grace Parasite!

A Blue Silver Grass seed landed soundlessly on the Ghost Tiger's body.

It instantly took root and sprouted!

Countless vines grew wildly from within the Ghost Tiger's body.

Binding it into a green dumpling.

Roar!

The Ghost Tiger let out a pained roar.

It struggled frantically.

Trying to break free from those damned restraints.

"Now!"

Dai Mubai roared as he pounced in from the side.

He had learned from his earlier lesson.

This time, he did not attack the Ghost Tiger's back again.

Instead, he locked onto the Ghost Tiger's relatively vulnerable abdomen!

White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!

A pillar of light several times thicker than before blasted fiercely into the Ghost Tiger's belly.

Boom!

The Ghost Tiger's enormous body was blasted straight into the air.

It rolled several times across the ground.

Before finally coming to a stop.

Its abdomen was charred black.

The smell of scorched flesh drifted through the air.

"Did we succeed?"

Ning Rongrong looked at the Ghost Tiger lying on the ground and asked in a trembling voice.

"No, not yet!"

Tang San shook his head gravely.

"It isn't dead yet!"

The moment he finished speaking,

the Ghost Tiger actually climbed back to its feet.

It shook its head.

Those dark green eyes turned even more crimson.

They were filled with savagery and madness.

It was injured.

It had been injured by these humans, who were like ants in its eyes!

This was an unforgivable humiliation!

ROAR!!!

A furious roar that shook heaven and earth echoed throughout the forest.

An aura several times more terrifying than before erupted from its body.

It had gone berserk!

"Not good! Fall back!"

Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically.

He could feel the Ghost Tiger's strength soaring at a terrifying rate!

But it was already too late.

The berserk Ghost Tiger was unimaginably fast.

It even abandoned stealth.

It turned directly into a black bolt of lightning.

And charged at Dai Mubai with unreasonable ferocity.

Dai Mubai only had time to cross his arms before his chest.

Boom!

An irresistible force crashed into him.

Dai Mubai felt as though he had been hit head-on by a Mammoth Elephant charging at full speed.

Both his arms instantly went numb.

His entire body flew backward.

And snapped a sapling as thick as a bowl behind him!

"Mubai!"

Zhu Zhuqing cried out.

Suppressing the agonizing pain in her body, she charged forward again.

Nether Hundred Claws!

Countless claw shadows enveloped the Ghost Tiger's entire body.

Clang, clang, clang!

A dense barrage of metallic clashing rang out.

Yet it had no effect.

The berserk Ghost Tiger's defense had also increased tremendously.

Zhu Zhuqing's attacks could not even leave a white mark on its body.

The Ghost Tiger impatiently swung a claw.

Splat!

A deep wound, exposing bone, was torn across Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

Blood instantly stained her clothes red.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San shouted anxiously.

He wanted to use Blue Silver Grass to restrain the Ghost Tiger.

But the berserk Ghost Tiger radiated violent Soul Power.

His Blue Silver Grass could not get close at all.

Xiao Wu activated Instant Shift once more.

Appearing above the Ghost Tiger's head.

She wanted to use the same trick again, attacking the Ghost Tiger's eyes with Waist Bow.

But this time, the Ghost Tiger was prepared.

It abruptly raised its head.

Opening its bloodied maw.

And bit toward Xiao Wu in midair.

Xiao Wu had nothing to push off against in the air.

She was about to die in the tiger's jaws.

Tang San's eyes nearly split apart.

He frantically drove his Soul Power.

Countless Blue Silver Grass vines gathered before him.

Forming a massive vine shield.

Blocking the Ghost Tiger before Xiao Wu.

Crack!

The shield lasted less than a second.

Before the Ghost Tiger's sharp teeth shattered it to pieces.

But it bought Xiao Wu precious time.

She rolled through the air.

And landed on the ground awkwardly.

The battle had lasted only a few short minutes.

The Shrek Seven Devils—

some were injured, others crippled.

They had nearly lost all ability to fight.

As for that Ghost Tiger,

other than some charring on its abdomen,

it was practically unharmed.

This was the terror of a Thousand-Year Spirit Beast.

This was the cruelty of real combat.

Despair

spread through everyone's hearts.

The Ghost Tiger walked toward them step by step.

Its footsteps were heavy and powerful.

Every step seemed to tread upon their hearts.

It was enjoying its prey's fear.

It wanted to tear them apart one by one.

Ning Rongrong sat collapsed on the ground, petrified with fear.

Oscar was still unconscious.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing struggled to get back up, but to no avail.

Xiao Wu shielded Tang San behind her.

For the first time, a resolute expression appeared in her eyes.

She had already prepared herself for sacrifice.

At that moment of despair,

a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"What a bunch of trash."

Lin Xi slowly stepped out from behind a tree.

Her face was filled with undisguised disappointment.

She did not even look at the menacing Ghost Tiger.

She only looked at the people lying on the ground.

"You disappoint me."

"A mere nine-hundred-year-old kitten."

"Is enough to beat you into this pathetic state."

"You've utterly disgraced Shrek Academy."

She shook her head.

Then she moved.

She merely raised a hand casually.

And flicked a finger.

Whoosh!

A silver thread, nearly invisible to the naked eye,

shot from her fingertip.

Fast.

It was almost there, to perfection.

That silver line traced a perfect arc through the air.

It struck precisely into Ghost Tiger's scarlet eye.

Pfft.

A soft sound.

Ghost Tiger's massive body suddenly stiffened.

Its advancing steps came to an abrupt halt.

The madness and brutality in its eyes froze in an instant.

Then slowly faded away.

Replaced by endless terror.

It wanted to retreat.

It wanted to run.

But it discovered that its body no longer obeyed it.

That silver needle that had entered its brain.

Was like an absolute monarch.

Instantly taking control of all its nerves.

It could not even let out a single cry of agony.

Boom!

Its massive body crashed to the ground.

Kicking up a cloud of dust.

It was dead.

It had died without a sound.

It had died in the most stifling way possible.

The entire area fell silent.

Everyone stared at the scene in utter disbelief.

Just a second ago, the thousand-year Ghost Tiger had been arrogant and unstoppable, driving them into a desperate corner.

The next second, it had become a cold corpse.

And the one who had killed it.

Was merely Lin Xi's casual flick of a finger.

Was this her strength?

Was this the chasm-like gap between people?

Dai Mubai looked at his own hands, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

He had always believed himself to be one of heaven's chosen.

A genius seen only once in a century.

Not until today did he understand.

How laughable he had been.

Before a truly powerful expert.

He did not even count as an ant.

"Why are you still standing around?"

Lin Xi's cold voice pulled them from their shock.

"Oscar, get up and treat them."

"Everyone else, clean up the battlefield."

"Deal with this cat."

"I'm hungry."

After saying that, she walked off to the side on her own.

She lit a fire and set up a pot.

She exchanged all kinds of rare seasonings from the System Mall.

Then began preparing today's lunch.

Oscar slowly woke up.

After Tang San explained things, he understood what had happened.

He looked at Lin Xi's back, his eyes filled with awe.

He did not dare delay.

He quickly began reciting the chant.

"I have a Recovery Great Sausage."

Several steaming sausages appeared in his hands.

Everyone shared the sausages.

Their injuries quickly recovered.

They silently walked over to Ghost Tiger's corpse.

They began skinning it, removing its tendons, and cutting up the tiger meat.

Their movements were somewhat awkward.

But no one complained.

Very soon.

A rich aroma of meat drifted from Lin Xi's pot.

The scent was overwhelmingly enticing.

As though it carried some kind of magic.

It slipped into everyone's noses.

Stirring every craving in their stomachs.

Grrr...

A chorus of rumbling stomachs sounded one after another.

Dai Mubai and the others lowered their heads in embarrassment.

They had not eaten or drunk anything since morning.

And they had just gone through a life-and-death battle.

They were already starving.

"It's ready."

Lin Xi ladled out a large piece of tiger meat that had been stewed until tender enough to fall from the bone.

The tiger meat was an enticing golden color.

A few unknown red berries dotted its surface.

It looked like a work of art.

Lin Xi placed the dish of meat before Tang San.

"Eat."

Then she served herself a bowl as well.

And began savoring it in small bites.

Dai Mubai and the others watched longingly.

Their drool was practically about to spill.

"Um... Senior, what about ours?"

Dai Mubai could not help asking.

Lin Xi raised her head and glanced at them.

"Yours?"

She set down her chopsticks.

"Who told you that you had a share too?"

"What?"

Everyone was stunned.

"You couldn't even defeat a nine-hundred-year-old little cat."

"You nearly got yourselves wiped out."

Lin Xi evaluated them without the slightest courtesy.

"What right do you have to eat what I made?"

She pointed at the bloody raw tiger meat beside them.

"If you want to eat, figure it out yourselves."

"Or you can choose to go hungry."

After saying that, she ignored them.

And continued enjoying her meal.

That leisurely, contented manner.

As if she were saying.

Trash.

Doesn't deserve to eat the food I made.