I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1132: Don’t Move, Just Need to Hammer It Once Chapter 1131: Chapter 1132: Don’t Move, Just Need to Hammer It Once Long Aotian’s face was a picture of panic, transformed into a small dragon-like figure on the platform, darting up and down. He had just dodged Su Yunbing’s hammer when Li Xiaobai’s sword light came slashing through, sweeping past his shoulder like a bamboo split open, bringing with it a cascade of blood splattering in all directions.

In the void, a severed arm covered in blue scales and spewing blood was tossed high into the air, and Long Aotian narrowly escaped the fatal blow.

“Thud!”

Grazed by the Sword Qi, he spat out blood from his mouth wildly, as if it were free.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

“My hand, my hand!”

Ignoring the injuries within his body, Long Aotian’s eyes were filled with terror, staring incredulously as he clutched his severed arm wound.

This was the first time in his life someone had severed his arm. Though regenerating a severed limb for a cultivator in the Heavenly Immortal Realm was not difficult, his heart still couldn’t stop trembling. The terror was even more intense than when he had been enveloped by Su Yunbing’s enormous hammer.

“Ao Tian!”

On the stone pillar, the Great Elder’s face changed drastically, and he immediately stood up, ready to rush down to rescue him. At that very moment, an emaciated, aged hand landed heavily on his shoulder, pressing him back down with the weight of a mountain.

“Sit down!”

“The battle on the platform is the focus of the multitude. Life and death are determined by fate. How could you intervene?”

The Second Elder, smacking his lips lightly, indifferently spoke. With so many descendants of prominent families dying on the platform, if Ice Dragon Island intervened to save people now, it would only invite public anger and criticism. Besides, he couldn’t wait for the lineage of the Great Elder to die out and wouldn’t give him a chance to save someone.

“Damn it, he’s my disciple! He is also the future of Ice Dragon Island!”

The Great Elder glared furiously, with bursts of Immortal Yuan Power erupting within his body. Yet, he still couldn’t move a muscle. The hand on his shoulder was immovable, as steady as a mountain, which shocked him profoundly. How could this be possible? What level of strength and cultivation level did this old man possess?

“Indeed, as Long Aotian is the Great Disciple of Ice Dragon Island, he is the disciple with the most potential to break through to the Semi-Saint level. We absolutely cannot afford to lose him.”

“Second Elder, set personal grievances aside for now, and prioritize the greater situation!”

The Island Master’s beautiful eyes flickered sharply as she stood up and spoke coldly.