Chapter 99: How Do You Even Fight This?

"BANG—!!!"

Zi Ji's foot slammed into Ghost Douluo's shoulder.

The black mist that constantly surrounded him—his so-called defense—might as well have been nonexistent.

Like a cannonball, Ghost Douluo was sent flying from the rooftop, crashing diagonally through a wall.

He tumbled across the street, rolling over ten times before finally coming to a halt.

When he climbed to his feet, his body was covered in dust and debris.

His gaze darted toward Zi Ji—filled with nothing but raw terror.

He was no match for her.

In fact, at that moment, he had the absurd thought that even Tang Hao might not be as terrifying as this female beast!

The instant fear took hold, all thoughts of resisting vanished from his mind.

Without hesitation, he turned and bolted.

Fighting was no longer an option—he had to flee.

"Old Chrysanthemum…!!!"

Ghost Douluo sent out a desperate mental transmission, seeking backup.

But before he could get far—

A dark blur appeared ahead of him.

Zi Ji had already caught up.

Another kick lashed out—her calf, covered in sleek dragon scales, carried a force that made the very air howl.

The impact filled Ghost Douluo's vision in an instant.

"BANG—!!!"

This time, he was sent flying back even faster than before.

He somersaulted through the air uncontrollably, only stopping when he slammed into a corner wall.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

Terror-stricken, he lifted his head to look at Zi Ji.

At this point, he was utterly broken.

"Please… don't kill me! I'm begging you…!"

Ghost Douluo raised a trembling hand, his face pale as death.

Despite being called Ghost, he feared death more than anyone.

And now, Zi Ji had crushed his spirit so completely that he didn't dare resist her any longer.

Zi Ji sneered. "Weren't you acting all high and mighty when you barged in? You dared to pull that arrogant crap with me, even ruined my night, and you think I'm just gonna let you off—"

Before she could finish, she suddenly lunged toward him.

Ghost Douluo's face twisted in sheer panic.

He was just about to activate his seventh spirit skill when—

Another surge of spirit power disrupted the air.

A streak of sword light shot from behind him, aiming directly at Zi Ji's back.

She was forced to halt and turn to meet the attack.

"CLANG—!!!"

Zi Ji blocked the incoming sword with her dragon-clawed hand.

Even so, the impact pushed her several steps backward, her claw trembling from the force.

The sword spun through the air before flying back into its owner's grasp.

It was the Seven Kill Sword.

Zi Ji's eyes narrowed as she glared at the new arrival—Sword Douluo.

In truth, she wasn't that much stronger than Ghost Douluo—perhaps the equivalent of a Rank 97 Titled Douluo.

But Ghost Douluo was cowardly.

His fear had cost him too much of his combat strength, making it seem as if Zi Ji was completely overwhelming him.

But now, a true powerhouse had arrived.

And unlike Ghost Douluo, Sword Douluo had an unyielding fighting spirit.

His sword intent was razor-sharp.

Zi Ji could tell at a glance—she wouldn't be able to take him down within a hundred moves.

"Ghost Douluo, you look pathetic."

Sword Douluo's voice was calm, yet laced with disdain.

Ghost Douluo crawled up from the ground, his face burning with shame.

Hurriedly, he shrouded himself in black mist to conceal his embarrassed expression.

"You're here for this beast's soul bones, aren't you?" He gritted his teeth. "Fine! I'll help you!"

Zi Ji had humiliated him beyond belief.

Now that Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi had witnessed his disgrace, how could he show his face again?

He had to get revenge!

Zi Ji narrowed her eyes and let out a cold chuckle. "You really think adding the two of you together makes me any less of a threat?"

From her estimation, even facing both of them, she could still hold her ground!

But then—

A third voice echoed through the night.

"And what if you add me to the mix?"

Yu Yuanzhen.

Another Rank 95 Titled Douluo.

Unlike Ghost Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen was a true powerhouse, far stronger than most others of the same rank.

Now, with three Titled Douluo forming a triangular encirclement around her—

Zi Ji finally felt the pressure.

Even someone as arrogant as she was had to admit—this wasn't looking good.

If she didn't retreat now, it would be too late.

But before she could make a move—

"Seven Treasures turn to glass! First boost—Strength! Second boost—Speed! Third boost—Defense!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out.

Three rays of radiant seven-colored light fell upon Sword Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Yu Yuanzhen.

Instantly, their spirit power surged once more.

Zi Ji's situation had just worsened.

Escape was no longer guaranteed.

Could she even make it out of here alive?

A suffocating presence surrounded her as the three Titled Douluo simultaneously unleashed their full spirit power.

Twenty-seven soul rings shone brilliantly in the darkness.

Their combined pressure bore down on her like a collapsing sky.

For the first time, sweat trickled down Zi Ji's forehead.

She suddenly had a very ominous thought—

"Maybe I should tell His Lordship… to skip preparing breakfast for me tomorrow…"

Sword Douluo raised his sword.

Yu Yuanzhen's body expanded, covered in crackling lightning and dragon scales.

Ghost Douluo shrouded himself in eerie black mist.

All three closed in.

The very air around Zi Ji seemed to be drained away.

Her hands clenched into fists, her mind racing for an escape route—

Then, a voice as cold as frost cut through the tension.

"Ganging up on one opponent? Quite impressive."

A figure appeared above them, perched on a rooftop—Gu Yuena.

Zi Ji's eyes lit up with relief and excitement.

Her Lordship was here!

With Gu Yuena present, her safety was assured!

No way these fools could take her down now!

The three Titled Douluo hesitated.

Their gazes locked onto Gu Yuena with heightened caution.

She was entirely shrouded in silvery light, her features obscured.

Much like Ghost Douluo's mist, except far more refined—her presence wasn't oppressive, but mesmerizing.

"Who are you?" Sword Douluo demanded.

Yu Yuanzhen and Ghost Douluo remained tense, their instincts screaming at them.

This woman's aura was different.

It wasn't blatantly powerful, yet—

The way Zi Ji reacted to her… the respect, the reverence…

There was only one conclusion.

She was even stronger than Zi Ji.

Which meant—

They weren't the ones in control here.

Gu Yuena let out a low, dangerous laugh.

It was all these idiots' fault.

Because of them, she and her husband had to cut things short.

As a woman—

Unforgivable.

"We'll talk after you've taken a beating."

She flicked her wrist, summoning a shimmering arc of light.

A rainbow of elemental energy split into three separate streaks—

A fiery serpent coiled toward Ghost Douluo.

A radiant beam of holy light followed, aiming to erase him entirely.

A golden-scarlet storm of blades slashed toward Sword Douluo.

A roaring tide of earthen force surged toward Yu Yuanzhen.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Three Titled Douluo scrambled to defend themselves.

Even with Ning Fengzhi's support, they struggled.

Ghost Douluo was blasted through a wall.

Gu Yuena clenched her delicate fists, watching coldly.

This was just the beginning.

(End of Chapter)