Oscar's Hand Broken? Tang San's Finger Severed! Xiao Wu Cries: Third Brother! (Seeking Reads!)

If he were not clear on the original plot and aware of how sensitive the Titan Giant Ape was to Xiao Wu's scent.

Huang Yan would have done whatever it took today to forcibly abduct this hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit.

But in the current situation, let alone abducting her, even getting a slight trace of Xiao Wu's scent on his body.

Would invite a desperate, frenzied pursuit from the Titan Giant Ape!

"Forget it, attending to business is more important."

Huang Yan no longer lingered; his wings flapped violently, and he vanished into the night, entering the Star Dou Great Forest.

His primary goal for coming here was, after all, to hunt for his third soul ring.

Down below, facing the "gift" Huang Yan left behind before departing, the reactions of the Shrek group were all quite different.

"Get out of the way!

Do not touch that thing with your soul power!"

Having just suffered a massive loss and the painful severance of an arm, Zhao Wuji was now extremely sharp.

Zhao Wuji roared wildly.

His remaining left hand grabbed a heavy solid wood table nearby and smashed it fiercely toward the ball of golden fire flying at him.

"Boom!"

The table turned to ash the moment it touched the golden fire, but it barely managed to block the attack for Zhao Wuji.

On the other side, Oscar, as an auxiliary soul master, was so frightened by the incoming flames that his legs went soft.

Subconsciously, he prepared to hide behind Ning Rongrong.

"What are you doing!"

Ning Rongrong was already deathly pale with fright, and seeing Oscar actually using her as a human shield, she screamed in terror.

Just at this critical moment.

A cold glint flashed across Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful face, and her figure flickered like a phantom, instantly appearing behind Oscar.

She raised her long, slender leg and kicked him mercilessly, sending him flying several meters away!

"Ah--!"

Oscar shrieked as he rolled several times on the ground.

Although he avoided the vital areas, that deadly golden flame still landed ruthlessly on his left hand.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle--"

The overbearing Ultimate Fire surged instantly, and Oscar let out a shrill, pig-slaughtering wail, rolling frantically on the ground:

"My hand!

It hurts!

Help!

Boss Dai, save me!"

"Little Ao!"

Tang San and Dai Mubai, who had just narrowly avoided the flames, were wide-eyed with fury and were about to rush forward to help.

"Don't touch him!"

Zhao Wuji roared with bloodshot eyes, his burly frame lunging in front of Oscar.

Looking at the Ultimate Fire that was spreading rapidly like maggots on bone, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth hard, his left hand transforming once again into a sharp bear claw.

"Little Ao, I'm sorry!

Endure it!"

"Teacher Zhao, what are you going to... Ah!!!"

"Puchi!"

Blood splattered.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Wuji struck with his hand like a blade, cleanly severing Oscar's left hand, which was burning with golden fire!

On the other side, Xiao Wu looked at the golden flame rapidly enlarging before her eyes, her face also turning deathly pale.

For a moment, she didn't know how to dodge.

"Why is there another one?!"

Tang San turned his head abruptly, his eyes splitting with rage.

He never expected that there was another cluster of golden fire hidden in the shadows, suddenly accelerating and erupting at the very last moment!

"That damn bastard, he actually targeted Xiao Wu on purpose!"

Tang San was filled with shock and fury.

At this very moment, the golden fire was inches away from Xiao Wu, its speed reaching the absolute limit.

Two response plans flashed through Tang San's mind in an instant:

Either use a sleeve arrow to wound Xiao Wu, just as he had done to save Zhao Wuji.

Use her instinctual reaction to pain to shift her position and dodge this fatal blow.

Or, he could throw himself into the path of the attack!

But how could he ever bring himself to hurt Xiao Wu?!

"Absolutely not!"

Tang San's eyes turned blood-red in an instant, his breathing ragged like an ox as he suddenly stomped out a bizarre footwork pattern.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Almost at the exact moment the Ultimate Fire was about to consume Xiao Wu, Tang San moved as if teleporting, planting himself firmly in front of her.

"Brother! No!"

Xiao Wu screamed in terror.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Tang San let out a low roar, his hands flipping over violently.

His flesh-toned palms instantly transformed into a cool, translucent white like warm jade, radiating wisps of frigid air.

"Mystic Jade Hand!"

Tang San did not retreat but advanced, directly swinging his jade-like hands.

Without a moment's hesitation, he met that overbearing, peerless Ultimate Fire head-on!

Sss—!

The moment his palms made contact with the soybean-sized golden flame, Tang San's complexion changed drastically.

He had assumed that by relying on the Tang Sect's supreme art, Mystic Jade Hand—which was immune to all poisons and as solid as a rock—he could at least withstand the flame, even if he couldn't crush it.

But he realized he was wrong!

Wrong, and absurdly so!

That seemingly faint golden flame.

The moment it touched him, a terrifying high temperature that felt capable of incinerating the soul instantly shattered the frigid aura of his Mystic Jade Hand.

His left index finger, which had been as smooth as jade, was scorched bright red in the blink of an eye, the flesh and bone instantly carbonizing!

"Brother!"

Watching Tang San's face twist in agony, Xiao Wu's tears burst forth, and she instinctively reached out to pull him back.

"Get back! Don't touch me!!!"

Tang San let out a hoarse, wild roar, his eyes bloodshot from the excruciating pain.

In that moment, the image of Zhao Wuji's right arm severed at the root flashed through his mind.

Along with Oscar's left hand, which had just been sliced off and was still burning on the ground.

Even the vast soul power of a seven-ring Soul Saint was like fuel before this golden fire.

How could his Mystic Jade Hand possibly resist it?!

If he hesitated for even half a second longer, this bizarre flame would definitely spread from his finger up his entire arm, and perhaps even consume his whole body!

"There's no other way!"

Tang San was a man who could be incredibly ruthless to himself, and a flash of resolute ferocity crossed his eyes.

His right hand swept across the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, and a sharp willow-leaf flying knife instantly appeared in his palm.

Puchi!

A cold light flashed, and blood sprayed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San brought the blade down.

He directly severed his own left index finger, which had just been contaminated by the golden flame, right at the root!

"Brother—!!!"

Xiao Wu let out a shrill, piercing scream. Watching that severed finger fall to the ground and instantly burn to ash by the golden fire, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Urgh..."

Tang San clutched his bleeding left hand tightly, dropping to one knee.

He gasped for air, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

"Brother, your hand... your hand..."

Xiao Wu threw herself down beside Tang San, trembling all over as she wept.

Yet, because of the warning Tang San had just given, her hands hovered in mid-air, not daring to touch him at all.

"I... I'm fine..."

Tang San gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure the heart-wrenching pain of his severed finger.

His voice was weak, yet it carried a trace of relief at having survived the ordeal:

"Don't cry, Xiao Wu... it's just a finger. To be able to keep my life... it was worth it."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Oscar, whose left hand had been severed, was still rolling on the ground in agony, wailing.

Blood stained a large patch of the earth red:

"My hand... Ah!!!

It hurts so much!!!"

Not far away, Ning Rongrong's face remained deathly pale; she pounded her chest hard, gasping for air in large gulps.

Her eyes were filled with the relief of having survived the disaster.