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

Ao Gou’s face turned pale; this living ancestor was extremely difficult to serve, obedient only when they allowed it onto their back, otherwise never heeding any instruction.

“Hmph, when the Great Elder takes action, you just need to listen obediently. Everything is arranged by the Great Elder; no one understands Demonic Beasts better than the Great Elder!”

The old turtle snorted coldly and stopped its patting motion, its two beady eyes whirling chaotically as it stared at the silhouette within the flames and continued to direct.

The audience below was collectively petrified; if previously they thought Ao Gou relinquished control due to cowardice or fear of death, at this moment they fully understood it wasn’t about relinquishing control at all – there was no control to begin with.

This old turtle was so domineering, completely ignoring any other’s words, even making the Beast Tamer obediently follow its arrangements—it truly was an eye-opener.

From an outsider’s perspective, it seemed more like the old turtle was the Beast Tamer.

Moreover, this creature was ruthless—thousand-year-old turtles, known for their ferocity, even cursing themselves, not just a tough guy… but a tough turtle!

As for Ao Gou, he had evidently become an utterly dispensable nonentity.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

“The three of you can come at me together.”

Li Xiaobai allowed the two Demonic Beasts to ferociously tear and bite as he stepped out from the golden flames, speaking indifferently. These two little things couldn’t give him more Attribute Points. There was no need to keep the standoff going.

“Useless things, can’t even break the skin of this youngster; truly wastes of space!”

“Watch the power of your Great Elder Xuan Ming!”

The old turtle seemed to lack any calm and collected composure, immediately getting heated at the slightest provocation. Provoked by Li Xiaobai, it conjured a vigorous Spiritual Power throughout its body, activating its Bloodline Power. Threads of black lightning burst forth from its mouth, accompanied by torrents of water washing down, threatening to submerge the entire platform.

“Hei Ming Thunder Technique!”

“A Great Divine Power exclusive to the Sea Clan!”

“It is said that, though the Nether Thunder Technique is thunder, it is of the yin variety, possessing a strong corrosive quality. Once it latches on, it becomes like maggots in one’s bones, incessantly consuming a cultivator’s Spiritual Power and life essence until death ensues!”

“Such a sinister tactic, I had never expected a Demonic Beast under Ao Gou to master such Divine Skills; it’s indeed exceptional!”

The old turtle’s performance elicited a wave of amazed shouts; worthy of a Demonic Beast at the second level of Transcendance Tribulation Stage, with such Divine Skills, it could well fight a cultivator at the third level of Tribulation Crossing.

The golden flames on the platform extinguished the moment they came into contact with the pitch-black Nether Thunder, and both the Qingfeng Wolf King and the Golden-Winged Roc, startled, leaped and dodged around Li Xiaobai, evading the bizarre yin thunder.

In response, Li Xiaobai stood still, allowing the black thunder to climb onto his body.

[Attribute Point +5000…]

[Attribute Point +6000…]

[Attribute Point +6000…]

“Divine Skills are indeed formidable, but unfortunately the user is too weak to exert any substantial power.”

Li Xiaobai shrugged his shoulders and, with a flick of his hand, he threw out a wisp of faint black flame. It was just as dark as ink and silently pierced through the Elder Turtle’s Hei Ming Thunder Technique, drifting towards the very center of the arena.

“Holy shit, it’s the boss!”

“Wind’s tight, scram!”

Before the surrounding cultivators could react, Elder Turtle’s face drastically changed on the stage,

He burst open his blood-spraying mouth and took a sharp inhale, capturing a wolf and a bird in his jaws, and then amidst the stunned stares of the crowd, he started to run away with his short stubby legs!

What happened? Just a moment ago, the mighty Elder Turtle had turned tail and run, leaving everyone confused.

Ao Gou was also a bit muddled; although he indeed could not defeat Li Xiaobai, there was no need to flee so directly. Running away like this was quite humiliating.

“Great Elder Xuan Ming, what has happened?”

But in the next second, he shut his mouth, and the expression in the eyes of all the cultivators, including himself, suddenly changed. At this moment, they finally noticed the strange pitch-black flame slowly falling from the void.

This was not Elder Turtle’s Hei Ming Thunder Technique, but another divine skill belonging to Li Xiaobai.

The ink-black flame slowly landed at the very center of the stage and, in the blink of an eye, swelled upon meeting the wind, transforming the entire stage into a sea of black flames in an instant. The black stream that had been mixed with the force of thunder was swallowed in a flash, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing the raging black flames up close, Ao Gou was so scared that his hair stood on end. If he came into contact with such terrifying flames, he would undoubtedly be doomed.

What happened to showing mercy?

“Heh heh, Great Elder Xuan Ming has saved your life; you’d better thank Great Elder Xuan Ming quickly!”

Elder Turtle, carrying one human and two beasts, walked slowly off the stage. The crowd parted to make way for him, their eyes dull as they stared at the flames on the stage. The flames were so bizarre that touching them meant certain death. It was impressive that Elder Turtle could sense the danger ahead of time; a moment later, and he might have been reduced to ashes.

“Damn it, I’m exhausted. With three burdens, Great Elder indicates it’s really helpless. The Great Elder of my clan wants to eat the top-grade meat, remember to have it ready!”

Elder Turtle complained, then glanced back at the flames on the stage with a flash of fear in his eyes before disappearing from the spot with the Qingfeng Wolf King and Golden-Winged Roc in tow.

“What kind of flame is that? Is it a divine skill from a cultivation technique, or some kind of supreme magic treasure?”

“Li Xiaobai truly is cunning, hiding such a move. This flame is eerie to the extreme, and it gives off a palpitation-inducing aura. Anyone touched by it would surely not end up in a good place!”

“There are actually black flames in the world, and Li Xiaobai can control them. What exactly is his cultivation level?”

“With such a flame to aid him, of those present, probably only Young Master Situ and Immortal Longxue are capable of battling him, right?”

In the face of this scene, the cultivators were equally terrified, fearing contact with the black flame.

At the same time, many cultivators also took the opportunity to compliment Situ Guixiong.

Situ Guixiong did not speak; his eyes looked sinisterly at the person on the stage, his hands clenched tightly on the hem of his garment, knuckles whitening. This method was enough for him to look up to, and probably only the equally unfathomable Immortal Longxue could have a glimpse of his strength.

On the stage, Li Xiaobai withdrew the Hellfire. Elder Turtle’s Hei Ming Thunder Technique couldn’t even cause a ripple within the Hellfire, and the system value remained unchanged at 9.9 kilometers.

He had not expected Elder Turtle to have such an uncanny sense of danger, fleeing even before the fire had touched the ground. He had wanted to see if the Bloodline Power of the three demonic beasts could stimulate the slightest response in the Hellfire; it was a bit disappointing.

After a moment of eerie silence in the arena, the Great Elder quickly recovered his composure and loudly declared, “Li… Li Xiaobai wins!”