Before long, a team of Hunting Mages came running over. When they arrived and saw the Sand Roar Tiger's corpse, their expressions changed at once.
A woman with a sallow complexion strode up, clearly indignant, and pointed at the group.
"You've got some nerve! We spent ages tracking that Sand Roar Tiger after wounding it, and the moment we let it out of our sight, you stole it! Don't you know Hunting Mages aren't allowed to fight over prey another team has already marked?"
The sallow-skinned woman spoke with an intimidating air, her voice so shrill that everyone winced.
"Listen, lady. When we found the Sand Roar Tiger, it charged straight at us. Were we supposed to let it eat us instead of killing it?"
Zhao Manyan was the first to object, pointing at her in annoyance.
"Who are you calling 'lady'? I'm not even thirty!"
The word had set her off. She was practically blowing smoke from her ears, like someone spoiling for a fight.
"Well, with that attitude, you're no different from someone whose favorite spot for dancing in the square just got taken."
Mo Fan had a sharp tongue too, and he promptly joined Zhao Manyan in needling her.
The woman's face turned green with anger. Trembling all over, she looked ready to teach the two of them a lesson.
Seeing that she was about to lash out, a burly man with a black beard hurriedly stopped her and addressed the group in a deep voice.
"Young men, there's no need for insults. I admit we slipped up. Since you killed the Sand Roar Tiger, so be it. But we did wound it badly. You wouldn't have been able to kill it otherwise, so—"
"Hold it."
Before the bearded man could finish, Mo Xie curled his lip