Chapter 98: You Dare to Act Tough with Me?

"BOOM—!!!"

Ghost Douluo was just about to deliver some lofty speech, savoring the despair of his prey, when suddenly—

A fierce gust of wind howled past, and before he could react, something clamped onto his head.

The next thing he knew, his entire body was spinning, tossed about like a ragdoll in a violent storm of dust and debris. The sheer force of it disoriented him completely.

By the time he regained his senses, he instinctively lashed out, kicking at the woman who had grabbed him. Only then did he manage to break free.

Ghost Douluo landed heavily on the ground. Looking around, he realized he had been thrown onto an empty street.

It was the dead of night, and the wide street was devoid of any passersby.

Rubbing his throbbing head, he shuddered.

For a moment, he had genuinely believed he was about to be crushed to death.

That strength—it wasn't something a mere human should possess.

And the woman standing before him, her beauty otherworldly, exuded an aura that sent a chill down his spine.

Ghost Douluo swallowed hard. A sliver of regret crept into his heart.

Perhaps he should have brought Chrysanthemum Douluo along, just in case.

Of course, he still didn't believe he would lose. He had only been caught off guard because he hadn't dared to use his full power, fearing that the commotion would attract unwanted attention.

But now, if he unleashed the true might of a Titled Douluo—this woman would be utterly defeated!

Across from him, Zi Ji's gaze was ice-cold.

Initially, she had only intended to play around with the intruder.

But this damn bastard had disturbed His Lordship!

If their master became displeased, who would suffer the consequences?

Her.

And with Bi Ji arriving soon, if this incident led to her losing favor, wouldn't Bi Ji take her place as their master's most trusted subordinate?

The thought alone filled Zi Ji with unbridled fury.

It was all this Ghost Douluo's fault!

Her pupils narrowed into vertical slits.

Dark purple-black scales slowly emerged on her skin, gleaming under the moonlight. Though she hadn't completely transformed, she was already at nearly full power.

Fighting a so-called Titled Douluo at Rank 95?

Nothing could be easier.

—

Meanwhile, atop a distant rooftop…

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi observed the scene unfold.

The moment Ghost Douluo was forcefully dragged away in an instant, shock flickered across their faces.

So he had dared to provoke that kind of powerhouse?

"Sword Uncle, that woman… doesn't seem to have released any spirit rings," Ning Fengzhi murmured, his sharp eyes picking up something unusual.

Every soul master, upon engaging in battle, was required to summon their martial soul and spirit rings.

Yet, this woman hadn't released a single ring.

What did that mean?

Sword Douluo's expression turned grave. "She's not human… She's a Ferocious Beast."

The moment those two words left his lips, even his tone changed.

A soul beast could take two paths after reaching 100,000 years of cultivation.

One was to take human form and start cultivating anew—like Xiao Wu and Ah Yin.

The other was to continue cultivating in their beast form.

If they survived their second Heavenly Tribulation, they would become something else entirely—a Ferocious Beast.

And Zi Ji, standing before Ghost Douluo, was clearly one of them.

"Sword Uncle, should we… capture her? Do we stand a chance? Should we bring Bone Uncle as well?" Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly.

A soul bone from a beast with at least 200,000 years of cultivation…

Just thinking about it made his heart pound.

At that moment, both men turned their heads as an elder clad in dark blue robes approached silently.

The newcomer nodded at them with a slight smile.

"It seems we meet again, Sect Master Ning, Your Eminence Sword Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi forced a smile. "Indeed, what a coincidence… First Master Yu."

The man before them was none other than Yu Yuanzhen, the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—a Rank 95 Titled Douluo.

With him joining the fray, their chances of securing the Ferocious Beast's remains became even more uncertain.

Of course, their odds of killing the beast also improved significantly.

"Let's observe for now," Ning Fengzhi said gravely. "I have a feeling… that things aren't as simple as they seem. That household—does it really only have one Ferocious Beast? Why is she there?"

Yu Yuanzhen nodded. "Agreed." He positioned himself on the opposite side of Ning Fengzhi.

—

Meanwhile, inside Dan Heng and Gu Yuena's room…

Dan Heng gently lifted Gu Yuena off his body.

After being interrupted again and again, his mood had already soured.

Still, they had done what needed to be done.

Just… not enough of it.

Neither of them was satisfied.

Given that both of them were of the dragon race, their stamina was immense. If left undisturbed, they could easily continue until dawn.

But without the right mood… what was the point?

They weren't ruled by mere physical urges.

Gu Yuena remained silent for a while, her breathtaking face still flushed with lingering passion.

Then, gritting her teeth, she suddenly declared, "Husband, I'm going outside to take a look!"

The mere thought of the bastard who had caused the commotion, ruining their moment, made her blood boil.

Whoever it was needed to be taught a lesson.

Dan Heng caught her wrist, thought for a moment, then said, "Come back soon."

Whoever had come tonight was likely one of Chrysanthemum Douluo's allies.

And given the debt he owed Chrysanthemum Douluo, he wasn't inclined to kill one of his companions.

Gu Yuena felt his thoughts.

Perhaps because they had shared such an intimate moment, their connection had deepened.

"Alright, husband. I'll listen to you."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then swiftly dressed and left.

Dan Heng, on the other hand, remained lying there, unwilling to move.

Truthfully, he was even more frustrated than he let on.

Yet, the experience lingered in his mind.

It had felt like floating among the clouds—utterly intoxicating, unlike anything he had ever known.

He needed time to process why he had become so entranced.

—

Back outside…

Ghost Douluo finally realized the gravity of the situation.

Fixing his gaze on Zi Ji, he growled, "You dare to appear here? Do you truly fear nothing from Spirit Hall?"

Zi Ji didn't even bother responding.

Her figure blurred—

Then, she lunged.

"!!!"

Ghost Douluo's pupils shrank.

Multiple spirit rings flared to life around him.

Dark spectral figures howled as they surged toward Zi Ji.

At the same time, his body dissolved into a mass of black mist, retreating at full speed.

But the moment she closed the distance, he knew.

He wasn't her match.

If he didn't find Chrysanthemum Douluo—

He was dead.

Zi Ji tore through his spectral projections with a single swipe.

Her power surged—dark purple-black wings unfurled from her back, sending her hurtling forward at breathtaking speed.

The raging winds shredded his creeping black mist before it could even reach her.

"Get lost."

With a sneer, she closed the final gap in an instant.

Ghost Douluo's heart nearly stopped.

In sheer desperation, he activated a soul skill—splitting his body into two.

The illusionary copy was instantly shredded into nothingness.

His real body fled in terror.

Cold sweat drenched his back.

This wasn't a fight.

This was a slaughter.

"The Pope sent me on a suicide mission…!"

He pushed his speed to the absolute limit, racing toward the rendezvous point with Chrysanthemum Douluo.

But deep down—

He knew.

He wasn't going to make it.

The next moment, a deathly chill crawled down his spine.

Zi Ji's next attack was already upon him.

"Shit!!!"

(End of Chapter)