Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 303 Xiao Wu is captured, Tang Hao's soul bone is stripped away.
"Let me go! You bunch of bastards!" Ning Rongrong struggled desperately.

However, as a support-type Soul Master, how could she possibly go against the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
Her slender wrists were firmly gripped by the rough hands of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples, leaving several red marks on her fair skin.

Those usually bright eyes were now bloodshot as she glared at the burly man who was two heads taller than her. "Is all you Blue Lightning Sect members good at is ganging up on the weak? If you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one!"

"This little girl's pretty fierce." The Blue Lightning disciple sneered, increasing the pressure on his hand. "However, I still advise you to behave yourself, otherwise..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong suddenly flipped her wrist, and a silent dart hidden in her sleeve shot out with a "whoosh".

At such close range, there should have been no way they could have missed, however—

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the hidden dart struck the blue dragon scales that suddenly appeared on the opponent's chest, bounced off, and was still trembling slightly when it hit the ground.

“How is this possible…” Ning Rongrong’s pupils contracted sharply, and her lips trembled involuntarily.

This is a hidden weapon personally crafted by Third Brother! Even Grandpa Sword suffered a loss from this weapon back then.

Undeterred, they fired arrows and crossbows at the other Blue Lightning Sect disciples one after another, but all were blocked.

Ning Rongrong lost her trump card and her face turned pale instantly.

"Don't waste your energy." The Blue Lightning disciple grabbed her by the back of her collar, like picking up a kitten, and said casually, "Zhuge Divine Crossbow, Silent Sleeve Arrow, Sand-Spitting Shadow Arrow, Tight-Back Flower-Patterned Crossbow... We've already killed more than two hundred Seven Treasures disciples equipped with these hidden weapons on our way here."

As he spoke, he gave Ning Rongrong a meaningful look, "But your hidden weapon is quite durable. Theirs would jam and break down after only two uses at most."

These words struck Ning Rongrong like a heavy hammer. Her ears rang, and the scene of Tang San assembling hidden weapons for the Shrek Seven Devils kept flashing through her mind.

“No…this is impossible…” Ning Rongrong shook her head, her voice barely audible. “These hidden weapons were all assembled by Third Brother himself. How could they break down after only two uses!”

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her head and shouted hoarsely at Tang San, who was holding Xiao Wu in the distance, "Third Brother! What's going on with this hidden weapon!"

However, the wind in the valley, carrying the stench of blood, swept over her and shattered her cries.

In the distance, Tang San and Xiao Wu were surrounded by more than a dozen disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and their situation was extremely precarious.

"Brother, watch out on the left!" With her last bit of strength, Xiao Wu forcefully used her third soul skill to teleport.

The next second, Xiao Wu flashed to Tang San's side, her long pink hair already soaked with sweat and stuck to her pale cheeks.

A deep, bone-revealing wound hung on her right arm, blood dripping from her fingertips, blooming into glaring red flowers on the scorched earth.

Tang San's breathing was heavy as a bull's, and the hammer spirit in his hand had become incredibly heavy. He activated his Purple Demon Eyes to the fullest extent, but he still couldn't see any hope of breaking through.

The surrounding Blue Lightning disciples were all covered in dragon scales and crackling with lightning, like an insurmountable high wall.

"Xiao Wu..." Tang San's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs as he said, "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this..."

Xiao Wu turned slightly, trying to get her body closer to Tang San, and gently stroked Tang San's cheek with her slender fingers.

Her pink eyes were filled with tenderness, as if she were not in a battlefield, but on a pleasant afternoon.

"Brother, I'm already so content to have met you in this life, to have gone to school and cultivated together with you." She said softly, a poignant smile playing on her lips.

Before she finished speaking, a dazzling pink light suddenly burst forth from Xiao Wu's body.

An ancient and powerful aura awakened within her, her long pink hair moved without wind, and a pair of fluffy rabbit ears slowly appeared on the top of her head!
"This is……"

The surrounding Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples all took a step back, their faces filled with shock.

"A soul beast sacrifice?!" The Fifth Elder exclaimed in shock, his eyes flashing with disbelief. "The Seven Treasures Sect still harbors a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast?!"

Tang San was also stunned. He stared blankly at Xiao Wu, his mind completely blank.

He wasn't shocked because she was a soul beast, but because he never expected that Xiao Wu would be willing to give up her life for him!
But how could he accept it? He wanted to stop her, but found himself powerless to do anything.

Seeing this, Tang Hao smiled with relief. Xiao Wu's willingness to sacrifice herself for Xiao San made all his efforts worthwhile.

"Don't even think about it!" The Fifth Elder reacted extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, a bolt of purple-gold lightning descended from the sky and struck Xiao Wu precisely.

"what--"

Xiao Wu let out a shrill scream, her body convulsing as she collapsed to the ground, the pink light instantly dissipating.

The Fifth Elder reacted swiftly, stepping forward to subdue Xiao Wu, his rough hand pressing against the back of her neck.

He frowned, examined the area carefully, and became even more puzzled: "Strange, why is it so difficult to detect the aura of a soul beast?"

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San finally came to his senses and rushed forward with eyes wide with rage.

However, a large hand suddenly grabbed him. "Never mind her, let's go!" Tang Hao roared.

He had just been knocked to the ground by the Fifth Elder and couldn't get up.

At this moment, he actually pounced on Tang San and, limping, threw Tang San behind him.

Immediately, the Haotian Hammer flew out of his hand and was swung around continuously to block the attacks of the crowd.

Unfortunately, he was already at his limit and couldn't hold on for long before collapsing to the ground again.

Tang Hao used his remaining right arm to support himself on the ground, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The Fifth Elder used the power of lightning to strike Xiao Wu's acupoints, instantly stiffening her body. She couldn't even move her fingers, let alone circulate her soul power to sacrifice herself or commit suicide.

He then passed the task to his disciple while he went to deal with Tang Hao and Tang San.

Tang San's fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking, and his nails were digging deep into his palms.

He glanced at Xiao Wu, who was restrained, and then at his dying father; the struggle in his eyes was almost tangible.

"Go!" Tang Hao roared again, his spirit rings flashing. With his last bit of strength, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer, not to attack the enemy, but to smash it hard against Tang San's hammer.

"boom!"

The moment the two hammers collided, a tremendous recoil force threw Tang San into the air.

His figure drew an arc in the air, eventually turning into a point of light in the distance and disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Tang Hao crashed heavily to the ground and lost consciousness completely.

Blood gushed from his mutilated limbs, pooling beneath him in a horrifying sight.

"Elder, this area is now under our control."

A disciple stepped forward to report, his gaze sweeping over the subdued Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the unconscious Tang Hao, "What should we do with these people?"

The Fifth Elder pondered for a moment and said, "Take him back to the Sect Master for punishment."

After saying that, he paused, then turned his gaze to Tang Hao, a ruthless glint in his eyes, "Wait, this Tang Hao injured so many of our disciples! Peel off the soul bones from his left arm and right leg!"

"Yes!"

Several disciples immediately stepped forward and roughly tore open Tang Hao's tattered clothes.

One of them took out a short knife that gleamed with a cold light and was crackling with small snakes of lightning, and without hesitation stabbed it into the wound on Tang Hao's left shoulder.

"what--"

Even while unconscious, Tang Hao still let out a heart-wrenching scream, and his body convulsed violently.

The left arm and right leg were quickly dismembered.

Tang Hao fell into a deep coma and lost all his limbs.

(End of this chapter)