Zhu Wenqian held the corpse of the Jagged Tiger tightly in joy.
She was drooling all over the place as she wondered how tender the meat would taste when it was freshly killed.
Suddenly, Zhu Wenqian narrowed her eyes as she had forgotten something.
"Don't worry, you little Jagged Tiger. This queen hasn't forgotten about you." Zhu Wenqian grinned evilly at the other injured Jagged Tiger.
The injured Jagged Tiger held a resentful gaze as it growled loudly at Zhu Wenqian.
"Tsk tsk tsk, growling at the end of your life. How unruly…" Zhu Wenqian clicked her tongue as she flicked her hand.
Saint Qi emitted from her hand and Zhu Wenqian flung it toward the injured Jagged Tiger.
The injured Tiger whimpered as its head got sliced off cleanly, and there wasn't much blood splatter due to Zhu Wenqian's precise control in her Saint Qi.