Suppression of an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon
"Ancient Emperor weapons are not something the human race can possess. They may bring about a great calamity."
"The Myriad Dragon Bell bears layer upon layer of imprints left behind by the supreme Dragon Emperor of old. Brother Madman, you cannot take it away. You will only suffer a terrifying backlash—do not ruin yourself."
"Put down the foremost treasure of the Myriad Dragon Nest. It belongs to our ancient imperial clans."
The old clan chiefs of several supremely powerful races appeared one after another and rushed beyond the domain. Some sternly rebuked him, some gently advised him, while others mixed severity with persuasion, hoping the man in azure would not act rashly.
An Extreme Dao Ancient Emperor weapon concerned not only the dignity of the major ancient imperial clans, but was also closely tied to the fortune of all races.
Fortune had always waxed and waned.
If you gained a share, I would naturally lose a share. Even if one did not wish to contend, one had no choice but to contend.
In short, the Myriad Dragon Bell absolutely could not fall into human hands!
The azure-clad man made no move. He merely raised an eyebrow, yet it immediately frightened the old clan chiefs into retreating several steps in unison like startled birds.
Anyone capable of serving as the chief of an ancient imperial clan was, at the very least, a peak Saint King on par with the Blue Demon Heavenly King, a being who could be called a Heavenly King and possessed vast divine abilities.
But before a Dao Sect giant who had just slain an ancient Great Sage, they were simply insignificant.
"Hehe..."
Old Madman chuckled softly, making every old clan chief blush crimson with shame.
Extreme Dao divine weapons were