Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Upon hearing of the appearance of the Root of Extreme Yang, the powerful figures of the Demon Pavilion immediately set off, and were extremely excited.

The allure of the Root of Extreme Yang was simply too great for them; they absolutely could not miss it.

Soon, the powerful figures of the Demon Pavilion tore through the void and headed out of the Land of Abandoned Gods in a mighty procession.

Jing Shaoyu stepped out and looked at the powerful figures in the clan. His gaze was deep as he said, "I never thought that there really was such a thing as the Root of Extreme Yang in this world. I just don't know if the experts of the Demon Pavilion can snatch it."

His current Dao heart is indestructible, as calm as an ancient well.

Hearing that the root of extreme yang has been born, I can't help but feel excited.

The Root of Extreme Yang is extremely important to them, as it represents that the clan possesses a person with pure blood.

A pure bloodline also represents a powerful Emperor Realm expert; who wouldn't be excited?

"If I could possess pure blood, I would surely be able to defeat Li Qiye."

"It's a pity that my current strength is insufficient to participate."

Jing Shaoyu said with a regretful expression.

He longed to compete with the powerful figures of the Demon Pavilion for the Root of Extreme Yang, but he also knew that going there now would only be a hindrance and would serve no purpose.

Perhaps in the future he will regret not being able to participate and not being able to seize the Root of Extreme Yang.

If he could seize it, things would be completely different. He would also have a chance to compete with the Tenth Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, instead of being left behind as he is now.

Golden Crow God Clan.

Several powerful experts in the mid-to-late stages of the Void Realm were dispatched, their powerful auras sweeping out like an ocean.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire small world.

At this moment, a powerful aura appeared, vast and boundless, sweeping across the entire small world like a raging storm.

Like the demons of the sect, they rushed tirelessly towards the outskirts of the Forsaken Land.

The White Tiger Clan Chief and the Vermilion Bird Clan Chief were the same; powerful figures from all over the clans mobilized and joined the competition for the Root of Extreme Yang.

It must be said that the root of extreme yang is extremely important to these myriad races.

Anyone who knows about it will fight for it.

Apart from the dragons, everything was peaceful as always. All the powerful dragons were summoned back, but unlike the other races, they did not participate.

"Chieftain, shouldn't we try our luck and fight for it?"

"The Root of Extreme Yang is no small matter. If the Demon Pavilion obtains it, it will be a fatal threat to us."

An elderly dragon frowned, looking somewhat eager to try.

He was eager to seize the Root of Extreme Yang, not because the Root of Extreme Yang was of great use to their dragon race, but because he wanted other races to obtain it.

Especially the Demon Pavilion; if it falls into the hands of the other side, it will definitely become another formidable enemy.

"Why are you panicking?"

"It's just pure bloodline, which our dragon race already has."

"And so what if the Demon Pavilion gets it in the end? Ao Tian has already become a pure bloodline, and the plan has reached its most crucial step. As long as we get through this step, Ao Tian will be born."

"Let alone those with pure bloodlines, even if the entire race has several people with pure bloodlines, we have nothing to fear."

Compared to the anxiety of other races, the dragon race seemed much calmer.

The reason for this is that they have a powerful trump card. Ao Tian is one of the Dragon Clan's grand plans over tens of thousands of years, and now their plan has reached its most crucial step. After a while, the plan will be a complete success.

By then, their dragon race will have a great emperor born. With a great emperor in charge, they will be able to sweep across the Nine Netherworlds and have no need to fear other races, even those with pure bloodlines.

Of course, the main concern is that some unexpected changes might occur.

"While that makes sense, unforeseen circumstances are inevitable, and it remains a major hidden danger."

The old man spoke.

This is not for any other reason than that there will be one more major competitor in the future.

"There's absolutely no need to worry. So what if the Demon Pavilion has one more person with pure blood? In the face of an absolute genius, a genius who hasn't yet grown up is just a piece of trash, no different from an ordinary person."

"Our plan is about to succeed, so why should we fear the Demon Pavilion? If they have it, why shouldn't we?"

"Moreover, our pure bloodline members are at the Great Emperor level, enough to wipe out the entire Demon Pavilion. Let alone one, even ten of them wouldn't be enough."

Upon hearing this, the other elders breathed a sigh of relief, showing no concern whatsoever.

Although they knew that if the Demon Pavilion obtained the Root of Extreme Yang, it would have a great impact on the future, as long as they succeeded, with an Emperor-level expert by their side, they would not take a mere pure bloodline person seriously.

Since it is a threat, let's nip it in the bud.

"Now is the most critical period for our dragon clan. We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes. We must not act rashly. The Root of Extreme Yang is not important to us. We do not need to take this risk."

"The dragon clan chief said in a deep voice."

If it had been a while earlier, he would definitely have gotten involved, but now the plan has reached a critical stage and no mistakes can be tolerated.

If anything goes wrong, their tens of thousands of years of hard work will be in vain.

This is why the Dragon Clan doesn't send anyone out; there's simply no need. They already have a pure-blooded individual within their own ranks, and the most powerful one at that, so there's no need to take any risks.

Upon seeing this, the old man sighed but said nothing more.

“I understand you’re anxious, but now is not the perfect time for us to make a move. We can’t abandon our plan of tens of thousands of years just because of the Root of Extreme Yang. That would be putting the cart before the horse.”

"For the past ten thousand years, our dragon race has gone to great lengths and suffered immense humiliation for this plan. How could we possibly let a mere Root of Extreme Yang change this plan?"

"Besides, even if we take action, what then? All sorts of forces from the outside world are involved now, and the competition is fierce and chaotic. Even if we send our strongest warriors, it will only give other forces an opportunity."

"Especially the Great Zhou Dynasty. I believe that as long as most of our strength goes there to seize the Root of Extreme Yang from Great Zhou, the dynasty will inevitably attack our Dragon Clan. If our Dragon Clan's millennia-old foundation collapses because of this, who can bear the responsibility?"

"The dragon clan chief said in a deep voice."

He had considered this matter, but compared to the ten-thousand-year plan, the importance of the Root of Extreme Yang was insignificant.

If it's a fragment of the Heavenly Dao that appears, then you can try to snatch it.

The reason I said I wouldn't compete before was simply because it wasn't worth competing for.

Fragments of the Heavenly Dao represent a powerful Emperor-level expert; how could they not strive for them?

Even if they don't make a move, those old monsters of the dragon race will definitely lose their composure.

"The Root of Extreme Yang!"

"It's such a rare and precious treasure, what a pity, we have no way to compete for it."

The emergence of the Root of Extreme Yang had a significant impact on the Nine Netherworld, and naturally caught the attention of the Demon Emperor.

However, he didn't care about the Root of Extreme Yang; there was no need for them to fight over it. (End of Chapter)