At Dijun's words, the Demon Race's assembled high-ranking officials in the hall were all taken aback.
After a brief silence, a Yao God asked:
"The Dragon Clan?"
"Why does Your Majesty intend to strike at the Dragon Clan first?"
As soon as he said this, the other Yao Gods chimed in:
"Exactly. Though the Dragon Clan still has some prestige, they're no longer the force they were in Ancient Times. They pose no real threat to the Demon Race's bid for supremacy!"
"Now that Your Majesty has attained Sagehood, the mere Dragon Clan is no threat to us."
"Rather than waste our strength fighting the Dragon Clan, we should put everything into one decisive campaign and conquer the Witch Clan."
"..."
Hearing the crowd's discussion, Dijun's expression darkened. His voice was cold as he asked:
"What?"
"Are you questioning my decision?"
"The Dragon Clan refused to submit to the Demon Race back then. There's no reason for them to continue existing."
The moment Dijun finished speaking, the Yao Gods fell silent. None of them dared contradict him.
At the same time, the crowd soon understood.
Dijun's desire to wipe out the Dragon Clan must have been driven by revenge.
They recalled how, in the past, the Star Yao God had led two other Yao Gods and a million Demon Race soldiers down from the heavens, intending to bring the Four Seas Dragon Clan to heel.
Who could have imagined that the Dragon Clan would not only refuse to submit, but fight back with all their might?
In the end, even Donghuang Taiyi had been drawn into the battle.
But no one had expected that the Dragon Clan's Progenitor, Candle Dragon, was still alive. When he appeared, even Donghuang Taiyi proved no match for him, and the Demon Race returned empty-handed.