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"Lord Shen?"
Suddenly being called "Lord," Shen Qing was a bit unaccustomed.
At this moment, after a massacre, he was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his scalp.
His breathing became somewhat rapid, and there were traces of fatigue on his face.
Yet, his posture remained as upright as a mountain.
Having just slain a tiger demon, there was an inexplicable aura of pressure around him, which even Shen Qing himself hadn't noticed.
He didn't pay much attention to the change in how Lian Bing and the others addressed him, turning his head slightly, focusing on the tiger demon.
As a hunter by birth, he knew that every part of a fierce tiger was a treasure.
Especially tiger skin, tiger bone, and tiger penis, which were the most valuable.
Not to mention a tiger demon.
A beast that had gained wisdom carried powerful Essence Qi in its flesh and blood, making these valuable parts even more priceless.
