Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

A short while later, a group of hunter mages ran over. When they arrived and found Sand Howling Tiger's corpse, their expressions changed drastically.

Among them, a female mage with a somewhat sallow complexion walked up defiantly, pointed at the crowd, and said irritably.

"You lot are utterly shameless! We tracked down the Sand Howling Tiger that we injured for ages, and then you snatched it away without us even noticing! Don't you know that hunter mages aren't allowed to fight over prey that's already been locked on?!"

The dark-skinned female mage had an imposing aura, and her voice was high-pitched and thin, making everyone feel uncomfortable.

"No, ma'am, when we found this Sand Roaring Tiger, it pounced on us. If we didn't kill it, were we supposed to just wait to end up in its belly?"

Zhao Manyan was the first to object, pointing at the woman with annoyance.

"Who are you calling 'auntie'? I'm not even thirty yet!"

The dark-skinned female mage was so angry when she heard the word "auntie" that she was practically fuming, acting like a shrew.

"Oh, with your personality, you're no different from those old ladies whose square dancing spots have been taken away."

Mo Fan was also a sharp-tongued person, and immediately started to echo Zhao Manyan's words.

The dark-skinned female mage turned green with anger, trembling all over, looking as if she was about to teach these two ignorant fellows a lesson.

Seeing that the dark-skinned female mage was about to riot, the burly man with the black beard quickly stopped her and said to the crowd in a deep voice.

"Young men, please be mindful of your words. I know it was indeed a momentary oversight on our part. Since you killed Sha Xiaohu, let it go. However, we at least severely injured him, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to kill him either, so..."

"Hey, stop."

Before the burly man with the black beard could finish speaking, Mo Xie curled his lip and impatiently reached out to interrupt him.

"Oh, young man, do you have any insights?"

Looking at Mo Xie, the black-bearded giant immediately sensed that the other party was not simple, so he put aside his temper when he was interrupted and asked in a gentle tone.

Looking at the group of eight, Mo Xie smiled contemptuously and said casually.

"First of all, we will not share even a single percent of this Sand Roaring Tiger."

"you!"

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, Blackbeard's teammates were immediately unhappy, especially the hot-tempered black and yellow female mage, who almost started a fight.

After quickly stopping his teammates from making a move, Blackbeard's tone turned unfriendly, and he spoke with a hint of threat.

"Young man, you wouldn't have been able to kill Sha Xiaohu without us, so... don't be so ruthless."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes, and a strong aura of lightning magic immediately emanated from his body. Strands of purplish-black lightning arcs burst forth, forming a field.

"Do you think Sha Xiaohu is more important, or do you think your own life... is more important?"

Seeing the thunderclouds overhead and feeling the intense aura rushing towards them, the black-bearded man and his group were completely terrified.

"A...high-level mage?!"

The strongest among them is only a mid-level cultivator at the maximum level; how could they possibly defeat a high-level mage!
"Pfft!"

Finally, Leng Lingling, who was in the back, couldn't help but laugh. She took out the Hunter Master's Medal and sneered.

"Hmph, didn't anyone tell you to respect your elders?"

It's important to know that the Hunter's Medal is a nationally recognized identity that cannot be faked.

That's precisely why the black-bearded giant and his men couldn't believe that such a young middle school girl was actually a Hunter Master!
"This...is it fake...?"

Looking at the medal in the other person's hand, the black-and-yellow female mage spoke subconsciously, clearly finding the result somewhat unacceptable to her.

Mo Xie grew even more impatient, her voice turning icy.

"Either get out, or... die!"

"Senior...Senior, we...we're leaving right now, we're leaving right now!" The black-bearded giant panicked and scrambled away from the place. Although they were unwilling, the hunter's medal in the little girl's hand proved that this young hunter team was not as simple as they seemed.

"Brother, you're even more violent than me."

Hearing Mo Fan's words, Mo Xie twisted his wrist and said irritably.

"There's no need to waste our energy on these ants. Let's hurry on our way."

After the minor incident, everyone set off again.

Upon seeing the Hunter Master Medal in Leng Lingling's hand and the high-level cultivation displayed by Mo Xie, Zhao Chenying, as a teammate, was also very shocked. She felt that she, a student from the main campus of the Imperial Capital Academy, was not enough in this team, but she gradually began to accept it.

After all, even if you don't accept it, it seems like there's nothing you can do, right?
The group set off around 10 a.m., and after traveling all day, it got dark.

The journey was far from smooth sailing. Although the group was strong enough to deal with Sha Xiaohu, it was best to avoid fighting if possible.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohou was a military mage scout, and by leading the way, he saved everyone a large portion of their magical energy.

Finally, around 7 p.m., the group arrived at the most important area... the Sand River!

The Shawang River is a plateau stream that had dried up for countless years. After years of wind erosion, the entire riverbed has become incredibly wide.

Even on a map, the Shawang River looks like a long, earth-colored dragon lying across Dunhuang. Its length is almost half of Gansu, and its narrowest point is probably more than ten kilometers long!
Of course, if it were just a very wide river, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

However, within this vast Sand River, there exists a terrifying creature called the White Sand Demon Soldier.

A special kind of demon that lurks in the Sand River. This demon is very special. Once a living being steps into this sand river, no less than ten white sand demon soldiers will emerge from it and tear the intruder to shreds.

Moreover, the strength of each White Sand Demon Soldier is roughly at the level of a general.

Furthermore, these demons appear in large groups in the Sand River and move very fast, so the demons in the Scorching Plains and the foreign mages generally do not like to touch this powerful race.

However, it's not impossible to cross it. The problem is that this demon is very special; a mind mage can use a mind-soothing technique to safely cross the Sand River.

Although it's called a river, it looks more like a sea to most people, slowly sinking down the continental shelf, filled with fine white silt.

The silt varies in thickness, rising and falling, and from a distance, it looks more like a white ocean in motion.

"Weren't you supposed to see White Sand Demon Soldiers everywhere here? Why haven't I seen a single one?"

Zhang Xiaohou shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand and asked in a gazing posture.

Everyone had the same question in their minds. At this moment, the field of vision was still quite wide, and they could see the white mud and sand several kilometers away. There was nothing moving in the mud and sand. Apart from the occasional thin layer of white sand waves blown up, there was no movement.

At this moment, Leng Lingling casually took out one of Sha Xiaohu's worthless internal organs from her package and handed it to Zhang Xiaohou next to her, saying...

"Come on, try throwing it far away."

Zhang Xiaohou mustered all his strength and threw the entrails far into the Shawang River. Suddenly, waves of mud and sand burst forth from the calm white sand.

Amidst the sandstorm, several three-meter-tall, half-giant creatures wielding sand-transformed longswords stood up. They neatly surrounded the blood-smelling entrails, observing them warily for a moment before quickly transforming into fine grains of white sand, scattering them all into the Sand River.

The whole process took only a few seconds. From a calm white sandy land to the sudden emergence of forty or fifty white longsword giants, and then back to the previous calm, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Mo Xie, I suddenly remembered that Lulu is waiting for me at home, so I'll go back first."

Xu Zhaoting swallowed hard, patted Mo Xie on the shoulder, and said.

"Yeah, Brother Xie, I suddenly think the military headquarters is pretty good. Maybe I should head back first."

Zhang Xiaohou looked away and chuckled awkwardly.

Mo Xie shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"Don't worry, I have a way to cross the river. We can set up camp and rest here on the riverbank tonight. It's getting dark, so we can set off again when it's light tomorrow."

"Row."

No one said anything more, and Zhang Xiaohou quickly set up the camp. He had honed his skills in the army and was far more proficient than the old hunters. (End of Chapter)