I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1092 - 1093 Why Does It Feel Like I Cant Be

Chapter 1092: Chapter 1093: Why Does It Feel Like I Can’t Be Chosen?

Chapter 1092 -1093: Why Does It Feel Like I Can’t Be Chosen?

“You insolent fool, the Icy Frost Sect is just a large sect. Truth be told, your ancestor was banished by my clan and had to establish his own sect. What right does a descendant of the banished have to spout madness before the prodigies of Ice Dragon Island?”

“Today, every person present is an elite disciple from various major sects. Forgive my bluntness, but if a fight were to break out, there are people here who could flatten you with just one hand!”

“Merely a jumping clown you are!”

Li Xiaobai’s words infuriated many disciples within the White Jade Tower—what audacity, they had never encountered such arrogance.

Everyone knew the name of the Icy Frost Sect; it was just a large sect. Its strength was only upper-middle class; how could it compare to a behemoth like Ice Dragon Island? He was merely a young master; usually, disciples from other sects might engage him politely, seeking connections, but to act as if he were truly a figure of importance was utterly presumptuous.

It wasn’t just the sect disciples—both the Island Master and the two elders couldn’t help but take notice.

The Island Master’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing little, but a thoughtful flicker passed through them. Beside him, the Great Elder’s gaze grew fierce, filled with a hint of anger. Long Aotian was his disciple, meant to be a cherished child of the heavens, yet today he was thus humiliated. It was one thing for geniuses from several super sects to disdain him, but since when could a family ousted from power dare to challenge them?

“Indeed admirable, this young man is truly incredible!”

The Second Elder’s expression was more one of amusement, having been interested in this young man for a while. Today’s open challenge to Long Aotian perfectly aligned with his interests. Long Aotian was a disciple of the Great Elder, with whom he had always had issues. He had long found him disagreeable, and today, Li Xiaobai had satisfyingly vented his spleen.

It would be best to have him killed, to spare the annoyance of seeing him around in the future.

“So, you are the young master of the Icy Frost Sect. Young Master Han, to have such insight at a young age, I truly admire you.”

Long Aotian’s gaze was dark, his smile insincere. Faced with such provocation, it was impossible for him to pretend nothing was amiss. He walked slowly over to Li Xiaobai, gently patted his shoulder, and secretly injected a surge of energy into his body.

[Attribute Points +500,000…]

The numbers on the System panel fluctuated, but Li Xiaobai acted as if nothing had happened, stable as Mount Tai.

Long Aotian’s gaze shifted slightly, unconsciously increasing the force in his hand.

[Attribute Points +600,000…]

[Attribute Points +700,000…]

[Attribute Points +800,000…]

The force grew from weak to strong, the chair underneath even faintly covered in frost, but Li Xiaobai still acted as if nothing had happened.

“Brother Aotian, why keep touching me? Could it be some form of admiration for dragons?”

Li Xiaobai said cheerfully, casually brushing off the hand on his shoulder, showing no signs of being affected.

“You…”

“What is your cultivation level…”

Long Aotian was thoroughly shocked. The opponent allowed his Frost Qi to enter his body without guard, yet could still move freely. Even he couldn’t achieve this level of strength and cultivation; how could this ordinary young cultivator manage such a feat?

“You can’t sit this chair, find somewhere else.”

Li Xiaobai said with a light smile.

“I…”

Stunned, Long Aotian unconsciously stepped back, trying to maintain his composure.

“Indeed, heroes emerge from youth. Young Master Han is dignified and exudes righteousness, truly embodying the spirit of Ice Dragon Island!”

“But I wonder, what is this young lady’s name, and who is her master?”

Long Aotian focused his gaze on Su Yunbing—or rather, the six unfamiliar faces beside her. He often gathered with the prodigies from the Super Sects, but today, he did not recognize any of these six, which was quite peculiar.

“I am the eldest disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sect, and you cannot sit in this chair.”

Su Yunbing leaned on the chair and gently extended her hand, resting it on Long Aotian’s shoulder. With a light tug to the side, Long Aotian suddenly felt a massive force smash into him, causing his steps to stagger, almost falling. The shock in his heart deepened.

Innate Divine Power!

His Dragon Race body was almost toppled by a human female cultivator!

Approaching Ye Wushuang, she was a graceful and gentle girl with a sweet appearance. However, for some reason, after making eye contact with her, Long Aotian felt a chilling horror, a strong sense of crisis bubbling up from within. Those emerald green eyes made him feel as though a primeval fierce beast was targeting him, his scalp exploding.

“I am the Saintess of the Five Poison Cult. This chair, having been touched by me, has turned into an extremely cold and poisonous object. I’m afraid Brother Ao Tian cannot sit here either.”

Ye Wushuang smiled sweetly, harmlessly speaking as a faint greenish aura spread, sweeping towards the frost under Li Xiaobai’s feet. In the blink of an eye, the frost was visibly corroded away.

Seeing this scene, Long Aotian’s pupils abruptly constricted, a deep wariness flashing in his eyes as he took two steps back.

“Blood Demon Sect’s Divine Child, Lin Yin.”

The third brother was still distinctly impressive, displaying a half-dead, melancholic aura.

“Isn’t the Divine Child of the Blood Demon Sect known to be Xue Dizi? I’ve never heard of another.”

Long Aotian asked with a puzzled look.

A blood-red gleamed in Lin Yin’s eyes as he grinned, “Indeed, once I kill Xue Dizi, the position of Divine Child will be mine. It wouldn’t hurt to address me as Divine Child in advance.”

Long Aotian felt his hair stand on end. The enormity of the Blood Demon Sect meant that even Ice Dragon Island did not wish to offend them lightly. Only the Demon Sealing Sect, a leader of righteousness, dared to confront them directly. Unfortunately, no disciples from the Demon Sealing Sect were present today, perhaps they were preparing for the competition in a few days.

“Xiaoyao Valley, Yang Chen!”

“Xiaoyao Valley, Ling Feng!”

“Golden Blade Sect, Liu Jinshui!”

As the next few people declared their names, waves of aura overwhelmed Long Aotian, forcing him to continuously retreat, his face turning pale.

He was horrified to find that the seven strangers before him all possessed the strength to perfectly suppress him, without exception.

What was going on here?

Were these disciples the trump cards of the major Super Sects, nominally having Divine and Saint Heirs but the real prodigies hidden for secret cultivation, waiting to reveal themselves at crucial moments to shake the world?

He wasn’t the only one who felt this. The expressions of the three experts on the high platform, as well as the many disciples below, subtly changed. The atmosphere in the area became eerie, and it was clear to the astute that Long Aotian had been continuously suffering in silence.

What were the backgrounds of these unfamiliar faces, and why hadn’t he seen them ranked on the Immortal Ranking before?

However, the Island Master and the two Elders thought further. Anyone with a bit of sense understood that the matchmaker contest had been prearranged for Long Aotian from the Great Elder’s branch, aiming to protect his disciples after his death. However, the emergence of so many geniuses today gave them the impression that their own disciples might not win.

Could it be that the few major Super Sects had orchestrated this to snatch the Purple Dragon Clan’s bloodline born on Ice Dragon Island?

It seemed that not only would the matchmaker contest not be predetermined, but they might also have to hand over their disciples?

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