"Thud."
A large tiger suddenly collapsed, crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless.
"Huff huff huff!"
Xu Binghu sat paralyzed on the ground, taking large gulps of air, his huge pupils slowly shrinking back to normal size.
Having narrowly escaped death, he looked at the prey he had just slain, still in disbelief and a little frightened.
The intimidating aura just now, even from a tiger that had just given birth, even after a fierce battle, was an oppressive feeling he had never experienced before.
It could be said that the sum of intimidation he had felt over twenty years of hunting did not exceed this one time.
Once he calmed down, Xu Binghu propped himself up with his machete, standing up with difficulty, looking at the now dead tiger with a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.
"Who would have thought, Xu Binghu would one day bring down the King of Hundred Beasts."
Though there was some luck involved, the fact that the tigress died at his hands was undeniable.
