Xu Xiaoshou swore.
He swore solemnly! When he accepted Xiao Jing's grasp, his original intention truly had only been to keep those dozen or so Masters from dying.
After all.
Having made it here.
Those Masters more or less carried some points on them.
Xiao Jing had clearly been driven into a frenzied rage by the pursuit. He did not even care about points anymore and had directly started killing people.
The key was that killing people here was useless!
Even after dying, they would still be teleported out of the Yunlun Mountain Range. Other than the impractical benefit of venting his anger, what else could he gain by killing them?
Not even a fart!
But points were good things. How could he go without them?
With that in mind, Xu Xiaoshou had chosen to take Xiao Jing's Flame Burst for the sake of his own point reservoir.
The method he used had been nothing more than propping Xiao Jing's palm open with his fist, preventing him from closing it.
But he had forgotten that his passive skills, which had essentially taken shape throughout his body, could touch others.
But others...
Let alone grasping him! Just touching him might very well send them straight to their deaths on the spot!
"Ah—"
A miserable scream rang out.
As searing pain struck, Xiao Jing's face twisted into a knot.
His face went deathly pale. Sucking in cold air, he flung his hand around as he retreated frantically.
Blood gushed from his wrist like a fountain, flesh mangled beyond recognition. The only thing he could do was wrap it in spiritual essence to stop the wound from worsening.
Then he took out medicinal pills, swallowing them wildly as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
The bleeding stopped.
But his hand was gone...