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"What else did you think?" Even though the Gale Beast had been startled into retreat, I stood steadily atop it.
Seeing that I refused to yield, Blue Stone pointed the blood-red spear in his hand at me and said coldly, "According to the Hunter Bureau's rules, if a ferocious beast is killed alone, it belongs to the hunter who killed it. If that hunter is unable to strip the corpse, he may ask other hunters for help and negotiate an appropriate distribution on his own. However, before I came here, I had already learned that you weren't the first to discover the corpse of the Heaven-Rending Armored Dragon. If you think you killed it, then you're impersonating the true killer. This Heaven-Rending Armored Dragon died by mutilating itself, so naturally it belongs to all the hunters capable of dissecting it. Whoever can strip which part, that part belongs to that hunter!"
As soon as Blue Stone finished speaking, followers flocked to him like clouds. One by one, they eagerly prepared to strip the Heaven-Rending Armored Dragon's corpse first. Blue Stone naturally could not agree. With a sweep of his spear, he pointed toward the dragon's head, clearly intending to let no one touch that area. I could understand this. After all, a dragon beast's greatest weapons were its claws and fangs, followed by its scales and hide, then its internal organs. As for its blood and core, the ferocious beasts here seemed rather ordinary. I had no idea what dragon beasts were like, but since no one intended to gut it, I figured they were probably of ordinary value as well.
A group of hunters began stripping the corpse. I said coldly, "You think the Heaven-Rending Armored Dragon really died by mutilating itself? Then do