233: Chapter 233 Tearing Apart a True Dragon, Bloodline Shattered!

"Suppress!"

As these words fell, Aotian's body completely lost control in mid-air.

His consciousness blurred amidst the intense pain.

His body, like a snapped string, plummeted straight down from the high sky.

Bang!

His back slammed into the ground, sending dust soaring into the sky.

The ground was smashed into a hundred-zhang deep crater by him.

Aotian lay at the bottom of the pit, his chest heaving violently, blood bubbles constantly bubbling from his mouth.

He wanted to mobilize his Dragon Qi, but his body was empty, with only a few residual sparks left.

In the distance, Xu Chen poked half his head out.

"He fell?"

"He really fell?"

Chu Wanqing retracted her zither strings, a gleam flashing in her eyes.

"He fell."

"And he can't get back up!"

"Is it over?"

Lin Yi looked down at Aotian at the bottom of the pit, his eyes filled with nothing but cold indifference.

He slowly lifted his foot and stepped into the deep pit.

Hearing the footsteps, Aotian's eyes widened abruptly.

He saw Lin Yi walking down from the edge of the pit.

One step, two steps, three steps!

Every step landing on the rubble was exceptionally clear.

Aotian struggled desperately, trying to crawl up from the ground.

But he couldn't even manage to roll over.

After his Dragon Qi was exhausted, his Physical Body was weaker than that of an ordinary Cultivator.

Lin Yi walked up to him and stopped.

The god-slaying sword remained sheathed.

He just looked at Aotian casually, as if examining something uninteresting.

A hoarse, low growl squeezed out of Aotian's throat.

"What do you want to do?"

Lin Yi crouched down, extended one hand, and spread his five fingers.

Then he clamped onto Aotian's left arm.

The strength of that hand was shockingly great.

The moment the fingertips sank in, Aotian felt as if his bones were being bitten by something.

"Let go!"

Aotian roared, struggling desperately, trying to shake off Lin Yi's hand.

But all the strength in his body combined couldn't even shake Lin Yi's five fingers in the slightest.

The power of the Hongmeng Chaos Body after reaching Perfection was displayed vividly at this moment.

Lin Yi stood up straight.

His left hand pressed onto Aotian's shoulder, and his right hand gripped his arm tightly.

Then, both arms exerted force simultaneously.

Aotian's pupils dilated abruptly.

He felt his shoulder joint being pulled outward by a terrifying force.

Merciless and extremely violent!

"No!"

Aotian let out a shrill howl.

But Lin Yi's movements didn't pause in the slightest.

Crack!

First, the shoulder joint dislocated.

The bone was forcibly pulled out of the joint socket.

Following that was the dull sound of fascia tearing.

Splat!

The sound of flesh and blood being torn open was clearly audible across the entire battlefield.

The remaining Dragon scales on Aotian's arm fell off with a clatter like broken tiles.

Lin Yi was expressionless, increasing the force in his hands.

Riiiip!

A chilling tearing sound rang out.

Aotian's entire left arm was ripped alive from his shoulder.

Blood gushed from the stump like a fountain, spraying high into the air.

The jagged half-section of the Dragon bone was stark white, hanging with a few unsevered tendons.

Lin Yi casually tossed the arm aside, and it landed on the ground with a thud.

It carried shattered Dragon scales, congealed Dragon blood, and a piece of muscle tendon that was still twitching.

The battlefield fell silent.

It was so quiet that one could hear the sound of stones rolling in the distance.

Xu Chen's mouth hung open, the ancient desolate hall nearly slipping from his hand.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Then he swallowed another.

"Big Brother!"

"You... you did this with your bare hands?"

Wang Hong was already speechless.

He had lived for several hundred years and had seen all kinds of cruel scenes.

But to rip the arm off a descendant of the Ancient Immortal True Dragon with bare hands like this was the first time he had ever seen it!

Chu Wanqing's chest heaved, the expression on her face complex.

There was shock, there was heartache, but more than anything, it was a strange sense of security.

When this young man protected them, he never held back.

Su Yuxi's eyes flickered slightly, her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.

She simply looked at that back, her gaze softer than before.

Shen Qingyue clasped her hands in front of her chest, gazing at Lin Yi's profile.

She suddenly remembered the words he had spoken.

"We are all family!"

This young man protected them as if they were family.

And when facing the enemies of his family, his methods were more ruthless than anyone's.

At this moment, Aotian was trembling all over.

Pain, fear.

And that sense of collapse welling up from the depths of his Soul.

He looked down at his empty left shoulder, blood still spraying out.

The jagged white bone at the stump made his eyes ache.

He was a descendant of the True Dragon.

He was the successor of the Bloodline of the Ten Ancient Immortal Evils.

He had undergone Reincarnation several times, traversed countless battlefields, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

To have his arm ripped off alive, like someone taking apart a toy?

Such a scene had never even appeared in his dreams.

"No... impossible..."

Aotian's voice was hoarse, his throat full of blood foam.

"This seat is a True Dragon!"

"How could this seat's body be... by you..."

He spoke halfway, and his voice suddenly cut off.

Because Lin Yi had crouched down again.

Those eyes looked at him calmly.

No mockery, no triumph, not even anger.

Only a coldness so extreme it was faint.

It was as if, in front of him, Aotian was no longer an opponent.

But merely a piece of scrap waiting to be disposed of!

Suddenly, Lin Yi's right hand reached out again.

This time, it clamped onto Aotian's other arm.

Aotian stiffened all over.

That fear was like ice water poured over his head, instantly drowning his last shred of reason.

"Wait!"

"You cannot..."

Lin Yi looked at him, his tone flat.

"What did you just say?"

"Hand over everything of ours?"

"Hongmeng Chaos Body, Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus, Dragon Phoenix Body, Primordial Dao Body?"

With every word he spoke, the force in his hand increased by a fraction.

Aotian's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling violently.

"You cannot kill me!"

"I am from the True Dragon clan..."

Lin Yi interrupted him.

"The True Dragon clan?"

"Do you think I care?"

Aotian's breathing stopped abruptly; he read the answer in Lin Yi's eyes.

This person truly didn't care.

He didn't care about his Bloodline, his status, or the forces behind him.

To Lin Yi, Aotian was just a stumbling block in his path.

And there was only one fate for a stumbling block.

To be kicked away, or to be crushed!

"Now."

Lin Yi spoke, the force in his hand tightening suddenly.

"It's the right side's turn."

Aotian heard a dull sound coming from his right shoulder joint.

That familiar tearing sensation spread from his shoulder again.

He opened his mouth to scream, but his throat felt as if it were being choked.

He could only let out a hoarse, low whine like a dying beast.

His Bloodline pride was completely shattered at this moment.

From today on, whether he lived or died.

The Reincarnation Dragon King of the Ten Ancient Immortal Evils would no longer be qualified to speak that word of pride.

Xu Chen, watching this scene from afar, couldn't help but mutter.

"Big Brother."

"You usually seem so easy to talk to."

"Why are you so terrifying when you take action?"

Chu Wanqing glanced at him.

"This is called being decisive in killing."

"Learn from it!"

Xu Chen nodded quickly.

"I'm learning, I'm learning."

"I will never provoke Big Brother in the future."

At the bottom of the pit, Lin Yi gripped Aotian's right arm tightly.

Hongmeng Chaos Qi seeped from his palm, grinding away Aotian's remaining Dragon Qi bit by bit.

The fierce glint in Aotian's eyes finally dimmed, leaving only emptiness and despair.

His lips moved as if he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't even shout out a single complete word.

Lin Yi looked down at him one last time.

"Your dignity."

"Stays here today!"

As the words fell, he exerted force with both arms again.