Trash Station of Naruto

The blond old man said, "The Celestial Dragons are even more anxious than we are when it comes to the D Clan. So there's no need to worry. They should be the first to make a move. On the contrary, we can ease up a little and let the Celestial Dragons and the D Clan slaughter each other for a while longer!"

The long-haired old man said, "Hehe... that's not a bad idea. It can also delay the Celestial Dragons' progress in perfecting the Ancient Weapons. We should also find the Ancient Weapons as soon as possible, or something capable of standing against them. Otherwise, sooner or later, we'll inevitably become puppets!"

The Five Elders continued discussing and deliberating over all kinds of plans.

The Celestial Dragons were also holding an emergency meeting. The twelve members of their cabinet were especially tense. After all, the appearance of the D Clan had completely stirred up the fear in their hearts.

They were invaders, while the D Clan had once been rulers. Between them, it was absolutely a fight to the death. The Celestial Dragons had to strike, but they did not know how to do so or how to deal with the D Clan.

Meanwhile, the D Clan had also fallen into all kinds of battles, seeking to improve themselves as quickly as possible!

On an island in the New World, the D Clan's Great Elder looked at Shanks lying on a hospital bed and shook his head. "It's too serious!"

Rayleigh sighed softly. "Can't he be healed?"

The Great Elder said, "Of course he can be healed, but only the injuries to his body. The wounds in his heart are difficult to heal. Red-Hair's Sword Dao, techniques, and style were all modeled after Roger's. But Red-Hair's Sword Dao had always