Lin Ming's words truly tempted the Mountain Dragon King and the others.
Although the Dragon God had created them, they had also created their own clans, pouring immeasurable blood and sweat into each one.
The Dragon God had not only killed them, but destroyed everything they had.
If they now had a chance to start over, they would certainly seize it.
They had already died once. They owed the Dragon God nothing.
Because the Dragon God had killed them with his own hands, they owed him nothing.
Now, they would live for their own clans for once.
"Could you be more specific? Exactly what sincerity do you need from us before you'll help us resurrect our clans?"
The Mountain Dragon King asked gravely.
"It's actually quite simple."
Lin Ming held up a finger.
"First, hand over all your soul bones. Your Dragon King-level soul bones would be a great help to our cause."
"Then there's that subordinate of mine outside. How can we help him become a quasi-god-level powerhouse in the shortest time possible, or even a top powerhouse comparable to a soul beast over nine hundred thousand years old?"
"There's a monster on this continent, a Plant Type monster nurtured by your dragon blood. Surely you know about him."
"If we want to develop Dragon Valley and make this our base, that major problem has to be dealt with first."
"Only after dealing with him can we carry out our subsequent plans. Otherwise, it's all for nothing."
"You mean that little fellow? Does he pose a threat?"
The Mountain Dragon King asked curiously.
Hearing that, Lin Ming and the Golden Dragon King both looked at him with question marks all over their faces.
Lin Ming immediately thought of a meme of Hashirama Senju pressing down on the Nine-Tails' head