Since the tigress was entangled by several Blood Guards and couldn't move, An Zhiyu took this opportunity to grip the military saber tightly and aimed for the tiger's vital point, plunging it fiercely into its back—
With a loud thud, the massive body fell thunderously to the ground! Not a breath of life was left!
Just to be safe, An Zhiyu stabbed the tiger a few more times. After making sure it was truly dead, he struggled to stand up.
"Damn! That was tough to handle!"
Exhausted, An Zhiyu and the others sat on the ground, soaked in sweat and gasping for air. Looking at the dead tiger beside them, whose calves were thicker than their thighs, they felt a great sense of accomplishment.
They had actually killed such a massive beast!
However, when they turned their heads to see An Yiqing sitting next to the male tiger's carcass, the sense of achievement instantly evaporated.
Compared to the young lady killing a male tiger on her own, their strength seemed embarrassingly trivial!
