"Look! There is a fifth-rank sacred beast here! Hiss! It's an Iron-Skin Red Dragon!"
When the sound ca on suddenly, Mu Ling and the others turned to look in that direction. A group of a dozen male and female disciples in azure arrived, and they were taken aback to see the Iron-Skin Red Dragon lying on the ground.
"The crystal core of a fifth-rank sacred beast is a good thing!"
The man exclaid in surprise. He climbed up and prepared to dig up the fist-sized beast crystal on top of the Iron-Skin Red Dragon's head.
"Once its hide is made into armour, no blade or spear can pierce it."
"And this..."
"Hiss!"
The people nearby were stunned when they heard a loud gasp. When everyone looked up, they saw the male disciple who had climbed up to dig the Beast Crystal turn around with his hands trembling.
"Who! Who was it that hurt in a sneaky way?"
A silver needle was stuck into the back of his hand, just piercing the tendons on the back of his hand, making his entire hand painful and numb.
"This Iron-Skin Red Dragon is ours." Feng Jiu appeared, speaking in a gentle tone that was neither too fast nor too slow.
Mu Ling, Pei Zixuan, and others quickly recovered and gathered together. "Get down! This is our prey!"
The person standing in front of the Iron-Skin Red Dragon stared at Mu Ling and the others for a mont before he started laughing. "Yours? What a joke! Is it possible for just a few of you to kill an Iron-Skin Red Dragon?"
The man who spoke gave them a sidelong glance and threatened, "Besides, we found it, so it's our prey. Who dares to rob us, humph!"
"You're too much!" Mu Ling glared at them and rebuked them gloomily. "It's not that we want to steal from you; rather, you're after our prey."
"So what?" Those disciples glanced at Mu Ling. "Do you want this Iron-Skin Red Dragon? Can you beat us?" He looked at the dozen or so of them while he spoke.
"That's it. Can you beat us? How dare you try to rob our prey? Do you have a death wish?"
"Haha, don't bla us for being ruthless if you dare to fight us!"
"If you don't want to be beaten, leave quickly; if you don't, don't bla us for not sparing you!"
As Mu Ling and others listened to their taunts, their faces beca unsightly. All eighteen cultivators on the other party were at the Nascent Soul Peak. Only he, Pei Zixuan, Lin Chengjin, and Shao Kaizhi were at the Nascent Soul Peak stage, while the rest were at the Nascent Soul mid-stage or the Nascent Soul early-stage. They were also injured after a fierce battle. In the event of another fight, they would be unable to beat those people.
But they couldn't accept it if they stood by and let them steal the prey that Mu Jiu rightfully earned.
"Let us fight them! I can't believe I'm not able to beat them!" Guo Ziqi gritted his teeth as he was about to move forward with his fist clenched.
The others also had swords in their hands and were ready to fight. When the other side noticed this, they sneered and prepared for battle. At this mont, Feng Jiu, who had been quiet, looked at the people and said to Mu Ling and the others, "Aren't you all tired? Go and take a rest."
"Take a rest?"
They were taken aback. They said with a frown, "but that Iron-Skin Red Dragon... "
It was the prey he had worked so hard to capture; how could he just hand it over without a fight?
Feng Jiu smiled. "Get so rest over there. Since they want it, just give it to them!"
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