Confronting Ghost Douluo, Is It Over?

Yu Xiaolong's large hand landed with a measured, firm pat upon that perky curve.

Smack. It was incredibly supple.

Bai Chenxiang sprang up as if she had been electrocuted, her pretty face instantly flushing a deep crimson.

"You... what are you doing!"

She was both mortified and furious, her almond eyes wide as she longed to pounce on the old man and bite him.

That spot, which had never been touched by anyone before, was burning with a searing heat.

A strange, tingling numbness crawled up her tailbone, making her legs feel weak.

Huo Wu had just rounded the tree and caught the scene exactly as it happened.

The old man's hand was still lingering in mid-air, as if savoring the moment.

Meanwhile, Bai Chenxiang clutched her backside, her face red enough to bleed.

"You filthy pervert!"

Huo Wu cursed through gritted teeth, a ball of flame suddenly erupting in her palm.

She knew this old man was nothing but a lecher, not a decent person at all; to think he would do this in broad daylight...

The flames danced in her palm, casting flickering light across her delicate, beautiful face.

"Stop."

Yu Xiaolong suddenly raised a hand, his tone dropping abruptly. "There's movement."

"Movement? I think you're just feeling guilty!"

Huo Wu sneered, assuming the old pervert was just trying to change the subject.

She flicked her wrist, preparing to unleash the flames.

In the next second, Yu Xiaolong's figure closed in like a Ghost.

He grabbed Huo Wu's wrist and, using her own forward momentum, pulled her toward his side.

His other hand followed through, pressing squarely against a full, firm softness.

Through the thin fabric, the astonishing elasticity and warmth were transmitted clearly to his palm.

Huo Wu was wearing a tight-fitting red combat outfit today, with the collar slightly open.

From this angle, Yu Xiaolong could even see a glimpse of a snow-white curve, squeezed out of shape, through the gap.

"Mmph—"

Huo Wu's eyes widened, her mind instantly going blank.

Her body, especially her chest, was extremely sensitive.

This damn old man, to actually do this in broad daylight...

The seemingly aged hand on her chest was as scorching as a branding iron, making her entire body tremble.

"You... you..."

Huo Wu's voice went out of tune, the blush on her face spreading from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes.

She raised her hand to slap him, but her wrist was gripped so tightly she couldn't move.

"Don't move."

Yu Xiaolong's voice was low, devoid of any joking tone.

His gaze passed over her shoulder, fixed intently on the depths of the dense forest, his pupils slightly constricted.

It was an incredibly cold and sinister aura, as if something had opened its eyes in the darkness.

Huo Wu's struggling suddenly froze.

Bai Chenxiang also sensed that something was wrong; the chill made the hair on her back stand on end.

The two women exchanged a look and simultaneously suppressed their auras.

Only then did Yu Xiaolong let go, and Huo Wu immediately stepped back two paces, shielding her chest with her hands.

She bit her lower lip, wanting to curse him, but the overwhelming pressure made her unable to speak.

Bai Chenxiang took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She was an agility-type Spirit Master; speed was her greatest advantage, so she was the natural choice for scouting.

"I'll go take a look."

She lowered her voice, tapped her toes against the tree trunk, and darted out like a wisp of smoke.

Huo Wu instinctively wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

Bai Chenxiang's figure leaped a few times through the dense forest, bypassing several towering ancient trees.

Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the canopy, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

She stopped on a thick branch, held her breath, and pushed aside the leaves in front of her.

Then, she saw it.

A mass of thick black mist rolled and writhed through the forest, laced with eerie green light.

Within the black mist, a gaunt figure flickered in and out of sight, shrouded entirely in a black robe.

Opposite that ghost mist, a young spirit master lay collapsed on the ground, his face ashen.

Ghost raised his hand, his withered, stick-like palm coalescing with a nauseating dark aura.

He was going to kill.

Bai Chenxiang's brain had no time to think; her body had already reacted.

"Stop!"

She let out a sharp cry, her figure shooting out from the canopy to stand before the young spirit master.

Her Sharp-tailed Swallow martial soul coalesced behind her, its feathers gleaming with a cyan luster under the moonlight.

Ghost's movements paused slightly, and the mass of black mist slowly turned its head.

Beneath the black robe, a pair of scarlet eyes examined this uninvited guest with keen interest.

Bai Chenxiang spread her arms, shielding the stranger behind her.

"Who are you? Why are you killing people? This is wrong!"

Her voice was crisp, carrying the stubbornness and innocence unique to a young girl.

In those bright eyes, there was no fear, only pure anger and confusion.

In her upbringing, battles between spirit masters should be honorable, not acts of bullying the weak.

Ghost did not speak; he merely tilted his head.

It was as if he had heard an incredibly funny joke.

"Wrong?"

His voice was hoarse and grating, like rusted metal scraping against glass.

At the other end of the forest, Ye Renxin arrived just in time with Ye Lingling.

The old man recognized the ghost mist at a glance, and his heart sank.

That was Martial Soul Hall Elder Ghost, titled Ghost Douluo, one of the top powerhouses on the entire continent.

And the little girl standing before Ghost was actually trying to reason with him.

"It's over, it's all over..."

Ye Renxin muttered to himself, his face deathly pale.

Ye Lingling gripped her grandfather's sleeve tightly; her lips moved, but she could not make a sound.

Her temperament was cold and aloof, but her eyes were more anxious than anyone else's.

That girl had no idea what she was facing.

This was not a conversation between equals; it was a debate with the Grim Reaper.

Ghost licked his cracked lips, revealing a cruel smile.

He said nothing, merely raising the hand that had coalesced with spirit power.

"Ghost Claw Assault."

The voice was low, as if it had emerged from a grave.

Fourth Spirit Skill.

The black mist suddenly exploded, and several pitch-black claw shadows shot out from the fog, moving so fast they tore through the air.

Bai Chenxiang's pupils contracted sharply.

She wanted to dodge, but that cold aura felt like countless chains, binding her limbs tight.

This was the pressure belonging to a Title Douluo, suppressing her martial soul until it wailed.

She had never known that the gap between people could be this vast.

So vast that she couldn't even manage to dodge.

The pitch-black claw shadows struck her chest, and a terrifying force sent her flying.

Her body, like a kite with a broken string, snapped several thick branches before finally slamming into the trunk of a large tree.

Bai Chenxiang spat out a mouthful of blood, the agonizing pain in her chest making her nearly suffocate.

Her consciousness began to blur, and her body fell uncontrollably.

Is this... how it ends?

A thought flashed through her mind, desperate and cold.