At this moment.
Winding Mountain Village entrance.
Several villagers stood in front of the beast's corpse, gripping hoes as they glared at the dozen or so people opposite them, their faces full of resentment and unwillingness.
Those dozen people clearly were not villagers from Winding Mountain Village. Their leader was a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man holding a huge saber. He looked vicious and menacing as he shouted at the villagers of Winding Mountain Village, "If you still refuse to move aside, don't blame me, Pang Bao, for showing no mercy beneath my blade."
The Winding Mountain Village villagers immediately snapped, "Don't go too far, people from Backwater Village! This tiger-bull beast was clearly brought down by our village. What makes you say it belongs to you?"
Pang Bao let out a cold laugh. "You ask what makes me say so? Fine, I'll tell you. This tiger-bull beast ran down from the mountain behind our village. It was under our village's jurisdiction to begin with. Now that you've killed it, it's already merciful enough that we aren't demanding compensation from you. And you still want to claim it for yourselves?"
"Bullshit! Tiger-bull beasts are all over these mountains. What makes you say this one came from the mountain behind your village? You're plainly trying to rob us by force."
"Heh heh, so what if we are? Today, I'm robbing you. If you don't like it, come fight me!" Pang Bao bared his teeth in a cold grin and abruptly swung his huge saber, producing a sharp whistle through the air.
The Winding Mountain Village villagers' faces immediately went pale, and they involuntarily retreated several steps.
Pang Bao was the son of the Backwater Village chief from the neighboring village. He had been born with immense strength and had even learned a