The speed of the competition on the arena was absurdly fast. The Great Elder, who originally had disciples prepared to whittle down the progeny of the super sects, all forfeited at the first opportunity, not daring to take the stage.
They were just on Ice Dragon Island to make connections with other talented individuals and had no intention of fighting to the death, nor was it worth risking their lives for Ice Dragon Island. Ultimately, this was Long Aotian's own problem. If he wanted to take first place, then he would have to fight for it himself; they would no longer accompany him.
With the few exceptional competitors around the arena all forfeiting, they flickered back to their seats in the spectator stands, next to the various clan elders. Suddenly, the area became much quieter, leaving only Li Xiaobai and a few others besides Long Aotian.
Long Aotian's face became somewhat dull; he felt surrounded.