There were many living creatures here, but their overall strength was not particularly high.
"Hurry up! Find it for this young master, and hurry! If you can't find it, Laozi will kill every last one of you."
"Yes, yes, yes. Rest assured, Young Master. We'll definitely find it, definitely."
"Young Master, are we really going to be all right doing this? That thing was tacitly left here by all the major powers. If we move it, I'm afraid we'll provoke public outrage."
"This young master isn't afraid, so what are you scared of? If the sky falls, my father will hold it up. Remember this: I must have that dragon head. No one can stop me. Whoever tries to dissuade me again dies."
As he walked, Ye Lin heard shouts carrying over from afar.
Following the sounds, he arrived to find several shadowy figures searching around, while a young man holding a long whip stood in midair. His face was full of ferocity, and his eyes constantly swept the surroundings.
"Dragon head?"
Ye Lin hid in the shadows, stroking his chin as he sank into thought.
According to what was recorded on the map, Dragon Valley was where a True Dragon had fallen. Later, the True Dragon's corpse had been completely dismembered and carried away by the various major powers, leaving only its head behind.
Yet no matter how bold those major powers were, they still did not dare touch the dragon head.
A True Dragon represented the divine beast dragon race; its background was astonishingly immense.
Moreover, the dragon head was the hardest part of a dragon's body.
And before this True Dragon had fallen, its cultivation had been at least at the ninth level of Golden Immortal. This dragon head was likely something no one could do anything