Feng Mo, who was hunting not far away, saw his father ride away alone on horseback. His expression changed, and he quickly gathered his men to chase after him.
At this time, Xie Jingrun had already caught up with Emperor Zhaojing.
However, there were no tigers in the empty forest.
"Strange, I just heard a tiger's roar, and it definitely came from here. How come there's not even a trace of the tiger?" Emperor Zhaojing said with some surprise.
Xie Jingrun's sharp eyes swept around the surroundings, feeling that the silence was excessive.
Thinking of something, his expression changed slightly. "There's danger! Your Majesty, let's go!"
Just as Emperor Zhaojing was about to say that he was being too cautious, a snow-white figure leaped out from the forest behind him and pounced straight at him.
Emperor Zhaojing had not expected that danger was lurking in the shadows, and he was momentarily stunned when the white figure pounced on him.
Just as the tiger opened its blood-red mouth to bite him, Xie Jingrun suddenly pounced and pushed him off the horse.
"thump!"
Emperor Zhaojing fell off his horse, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Before he could even think about whether Xie Jingrun had kicked him off the horse, he saw that Xie Jingrun had been pinned to the ground by the tiger, with foul-smelling saliva flowing from the tiger's gaping maw.
"Xingxiu!" he exclaimed in shock.
When Feng Mo arrived with his men, they saw Xie Jingrun pinned down by a large, snow-white tiger. The tiger's gaping maw was already close to his neck, just inches away from snapping it.
He narrowed his eyes and slowed his pace.
When Emperor Zhaojing saw that Feng Mo had arrived with his men, he felt relieved and hurriedly urged, "Mo'er, go and help Xingxiu!"
Seeing the worry on his father's face, Feng Mo frowned. His father's concern for Xie Jingrun was really excessive.
He closed his eyes slightly, responded with a "yes," then drew his sword and walked slowly toward Xie Jingrun.
His eyes were fixed sharply on the tiger's fangs, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.
If Xie Jingrun were to be killed by the tiger, he would have died a worthy death, and there would be no need for him to bother dealing with him anymore.
However, just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard the tiger roar.
He was startled and looked closely. He saw that just a moment ago, Da Hu, who was suppressing Xie Jingrun and planning to have a feast, suddenly crashed heavily to the ground with a "bang," while Xie Jingrun, who was lying on the ground, had already jumped up.
"choke!"
He drew his embroidered spring knife and swiftly and accurately stabbed it into the tiger's throat.
"Pfft!" The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was followed by bright red blood gushing out from the tiger's throat.
The tiger let out a mournful cry and never moved again.
Emperor Zhaojing, having already stood up with the help of his guards, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Xie Jingrun kill Da Hu. He hurried over and asked, "Minister Xie, are you alright?"
Xie Jingrun shook his head, "I am fine."
Just as Emperor Zhaojing was about to relax, his heart jumped again when he saw the wound on the man's left arm. "Someone, quickly summon the imperial physician!"
Xie Jingrun glanced at the injury on his arm, without even frowning.
"Commander Xie, you are indeed brave. You actually hunted down such a large tiger." Feng Mo walked over and said insincerely.
Xie Jingrun glanced at him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "Is Your Highness disappointed?"
Feng Mo's expression froze, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Commander Xie, what makes you say that?"
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