I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1150 - 1151 Though Lacking Dragon Blood There
Chapter 1150: Chapter 1151: Though Lacking Dragon Blood, There is the Dragon Soul
Chapter 1150: Chapter 1151: Though Lacking Dragon Blood, There is the Dragon Soul
“Damn!”
“Where’s that invincibility you promised?”
“Is this it?”
Li Xiaobai inwardly cursed, furious at how Yan Zuzi had completely misled him. The so-called invincibility was nothing more than an illusion created by relying on a powerful Divine Soul, and it was easily seen through by Xueyuan.
At this moment, all the Saints around him were entangled by the enemy, leaving him, a cultivator in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, utterly isolated with no backup. He stealthily grabbed a Thousand-Miles Instant Travel Talisman in his hand.
“You’re wasting your effort. This void has long been suppressed; all escape spells and travel talismans are useless.”
“When you killed my dear disciple on the platform, you should have anticipated this day!”
“And you, the pride of the Hundred Flowers Sect, dying amidst the chaotic battle of Saint Realm experts—afterward, no one will hold it against you. Killing my disciple and scorning the Dragon Race—you’re going to pay in blood!”
Lin Bei’s voice echoed with a sinister laugh, seeing through Li Xiaobai’s subtle actions.
Now, with only a few of them left in the arena and no others to interfere, he could thoroughly deal with the opposition.
What he didn’t know was that at this very moment, deep within the core of the island, a gaunt old man was watching him from a thousand miles away.
At the same time.
In the core area of the island, a skin-and-bone old man was kneeling before a tomb with two enchanting women. They were at the island’s cemetery, where the Second Elder was paying his respects to the former Island Master from last night till now, venting years of pent-up frustration which rekindled his fury.
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In front of him was an inscribed stone tablet reading, “Island Master of Ice Dragon Island, Stele of the Dragon in Heaven!”
That was the title of the previous Island Master, whom he had served.
“Since my master brought me to the island, I have never seen such chaos in my memory. Sect Disciples have let wolves into the house. We, the islanders, worn out with defense, had to seek external help to barely hold back the intruders. Ice Dragon Island has never suffered such humiliation.”
“It’s a pity. You didn’t live as long as I have, and now you’ve passed away, while I, your humble servant, have become the island’s guardian god. The irony couldn’t be more bitter.”
The Second Elder knelt before the tablet, speaking word by word as if in dialogue, but no one responded; only the sound of his own voice muttering could be heard.
“Memories can’t be erased; they only accumulate. I understand the logic behind it all-too-well, old master. Time has taken you off the table, but the stakes were yourself. All my life, I’ve served you closely, daring not a moment of disrespect. When you burned, I burned with you into ashes. When you extinguished, I followed you into the dust. When you were born, I walked the seas of people with you. When you were silent, I stayed quiet by your side. When you laughed, I roared alongside you. When you aged, I shared your scars. When you escaped, I hid with you in the night. When you left, I could only wait through the long years.”
“If you had passed the position of Island Master to me, the island wouldn’t be in this state. But you were too stubborn, fixated on my human race identity, always considering me an offshoot, insisting that only the orthodox bloodline of the Dragon Race could rule the island. I served the Dragon Race and was cut off from my roots by you, my old master. Now you’ve died, and your descendants reap the benefits, but when trouble arises, you expect me to cover for it. Am I to be a servant to the Dragon Race for all my lives?”
“Xiaohong, Xiao Lu, tell me, should I join this battle or not?”
The Second Elder sat kneeling on the ground, his expression neutral as he asked softly.
“Replying to Master, your servants know our place is low and dare not speak rashly.”
Xiaohong said quietly, her head bowed.
“What a proper response. When I first followed the old Island Master, he once asked me a similar question, and your answer matches mine back then!”
“This time I absolve you of any fault. Speak your mind freely!”
The Second Elder spoke slowly.
“Since Master is magnanimous, then your servant will be bold. The current three-way battle on the island is hard to resolve quickly. It is your servant’s opinion that Master could wait until both sides are at their weakest and then intervene, capturing all the Saint Realm cultivators on the island to establish your eternal dominance!”
Xiaohong spoke loudly, her eyes flashing with fierceness.
“And you?”
“Replying to Master, your servant thinks otherwise. Ice Dragon Island is undoubtedly Master’s foundation and must not be destroyed. Anyone who offends Ice Dragon Island should be executed immediately!”
Xiao Lu’s face also flashed with malice as she spoke fiercely.
“The Dragon Race has always been proud. Though I possess a human body, my soul has been touched by the Dragon Soul. I resist the idea of reaping heads while others are vulnerable. If we’re to suppress the invading enemy, it must be done with overwhelming force so they won’t even consider resistance.”
“Xiaohong, your temperament is quite like mine, but you don’t understand me as well as Xiao Lu does. Whatever I do, I always aim to be the first—even now, in this Saint Realm, I must magnify my reputation as Zhang Liancheng!”
The Second Elder spoke leisurely: “Let’s go, to kill!”
“Yes!”
…
In the valley.
The battle was chaotic with forces clashing. The Saint Realm expert of the Hundred Flowers Sect and the Sea Saint Realm cultivator both deployed their domains, fighting hard against Godzilla, keeping it occupied so it couldn’t split its attention. In reality, this Godzilla was incredibly lazy. Since its appearance, it had only taken one step and then rooted itself in place, unmoving. No matter how fierce the opponents’ assaults, it responded lackadaisically, slapping around with its small hands and occasionally firing a thunderbolt cannon along with the Red Lotus Karma Fire. The two, who ought to have been suppressed, were managing quite effortlessly.
Li Xiaobai was exasperated with this do-nothing Saint Realm Godzilla. Even at the Half-Saint Realm, Godzilla had been fully aware. He should have been able to communicate normally at the Saint Realm, but this reclusive otaku had no intention of speaking, lacking the grandeur to sweep across all realms.
Across the sky, several battlefields were divided. The old man from the Golden Blade Sect and the Saint Realm female cultivator from the Five Poison Cult teamed up to engage Yitilou, one fiercely attacking with swordplay while the other delayed with venom; the stark contrast in their methods—direct and deceitful—made a kite-flying style that troubled Yitilou. Unable to recover his strength, he was entirely reliant on his physical body, and being led around felt very uncomfortable.
The Island Master and Yan Zuzi were tied up in separate battlefields with a Saint Realm expert each, unable to extricate themselves.
Down on the platform, only Li Xiaobai and a few others remained facing off against Lin Bei, the Saint Realm expert, like fish on a chopping block, lambs awaiting slaughter.
“I’ll start with you, killing my disciple. You won’t have an easy death. I’ll cripple your cultivation and then, right before your eyes, extract every drop of this young girl’s bloodline. I want to see what expression you’ll have then!”
