"So, the Lion-Camel Dragon really was dead?"
The Qing Mu Clan Chief looked at the Lion-Camel Dragon's great horns, still feeling as if this wasn't real.
"How could it be fake? Every strike was fatal."
Bai Pu took out the Lion-Camel Dragon's scales as well—of course, they were still scales he had looted.
Now the Qing Clan had no choice but to believe it.
"The Lion-Camel Dragon is dead! We're safe!"
"Thank the Giant Snake Guardian Deity!"
The Qing Clan warriors who had rushed over after hearing the news were all beaming with joy.
Bai Pu found it a little awkward to hear.
What, I helped you slaughter the Lion-Camel Dragon, and instead of thanking me, you thank the Giant Snake Guardian Deity?
Fortunately, the few important figures of the Qing Clan whose Favorability toward Bai Pu was relatively high still remembered his contribution.
"Thank our clan's hero, and the hero of all Emerald Ridge, Lord Bai Pu! He killed the Lion-Camel Dragon!" the Qing Mu Clan Chief cried, raising his arm.
"Hero! Hero!"
The Qing Clan warriors surged over to Bai Pu, lifted him up, and planned to toss him into the air.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop." Bai Pu hurriedly spoke up. He wasn't used to being thrown around.
Bai Pu took a breath. With his passive Strength check value, once he inhaled and exerted force, his body weighed more than ten thousand catties. It wasn't easy for the Qing Clan warriors to toss him up.
Looking at the Qing Clan men crowding around him, their eyes shining with respect and even worship, Bai Pu silently sighed.
The promised welcome lining the streets was there, but there were no enthusiastic girls holding fresh flowers and fruit. Around him were only a crowd of rough Qing Clan men.
Fortunately,