?Reading on mobile phone It wasn't just Qin Feng who found this strange—Isabella shared the same thought. After all these years of battling vampires, the trio had gradually developed the impression that their enemies were easily defeated. Yet now, one fighter displayed extraordinary strength, effortlessly countering Qin Feng's two attacks. The flying sword continued its assault, securing several hits, but could not penetrate the opponent's defense—each effort ended in futility. Isabella cried out, "I'll take it!" She adopted a close-range strategy, immediately engaging the Ghost Emperor. Their claws flashed rapidly, and within moments, they exchanged over a dozen blows. "Stay back, Xiao Wu," Qin said, then stepped onto the flying sword, hovering in the air, waiting for an opening. Su Wu complied, knowing that if neither of the two could handle the situation, she was certainly out of her depth and would only add to the chaos. Their movements were swift, leaving Qin Feng no suitable opportunity for a surprise attack. Thud... thud... Two figures—one black, one white—spun apart and simultaneously flew backward. Immediately, Qin Feng crushed the talisman in his hands. A sharp crack of thunder split the air, landing precisely on the ghost emperor's head. Isabella bore a trickle of blood at her lips. As she glanced at the ghost emperor, she noticed that he had lowered his head when struck, and had not raised it since. "Shasha, you've seriously wounded him," Qin Feng said, beaming. The female officer couldn't be certain of this assessment, as the earlier punch had been evenly matched. Still, as the attacker, she didn't feel she had secured a decisive advantage. The ghost emperor slowly lifted his head, revealing his expressionless, unremarkable face, and spoke: "Chuaxia cultivators, House of Blood, truly—such meager abilities. I am deeply disappointed. Should all your kin be as weak as you, I shall have the opportunity to rule the entire world and extinguish you all." "The guy didn't take a single wound! Qin Shao stared in disbelief, unwilling to believe what was happening. Just now, Isabella had the upper hand, the Ghost Emperor had been scrambling to respond, yet it was Isabella who ended up injured. "I'm fine," the beautiful instructor wiped blood from her lip. "Team up!" He exclaimed without hesitation. A change of strategy was essential; otherwise, final victory would be difficult to achieve. "Diet, I just warmed up a bit. Now I'm going all out," the Ghost Emperor said in his clumsy tone. "Don't even talk about one vampire and one cultivator—ten of them together wouldn't stand a chance against me!" Qin Feng and Isabella moved in perfect harmony, launching an endless array of attacks, yet the opponent effortlessly deflected each one. A fiery dragon surged forward, and Qin Feng concentrated his spiritual shield directly in front of his body, then launched a powerful charge at the Ghost Emperor when his line of sight was momentarily blocked. Thud... The Ghost Emperor stepped back three paces, while looking at Qin Shao, who had collapsed to the ground. Nima! I've even drawn on every ounce of strength I've got, yet I still can't match him. Isabel quickly stepped forward to create an opportunity for Qin to rise, and he leapt up, following the beautiful instructor's lead. Thud... thud... The three of them swiftly separated, and blood streaked the corners of Qin Feng's and Isabel's mouths. "Chatterbox!" the Ghost Emperor declared with pride, "I always said you weren't up to the task—give up now. With such meager abilities, you dare to cause a disturbance in Europe? Truly, you're out of your depth! I'll avenge the fallen members of my clan and then journey to your Chinese nation, where I'll slaughter your people!" Qin's mind flashed to a plan—along with Isabel and the one at a distance, Su Wu—vanishing together. The next moment, they appeared inside the small tripod. Qin sat down heavily on the grass, gasping for breath, and said, "That awkward-looking guy is simply too tough to handle. I know I'll have to keep fighting—definitely a sure loss. Shasha, do you have any better ideas?" "He's completely out of ideas. It's clear that the Ghost Emperor's strength surpasses any of his previous opponents. Therefore, modern weapons like depleted uranium penetrators and splintering armor rounds—things he's used before—simply aren't even attempted. He knows these will do no harm to the Ghost Emperor; using them would be like throwing stones into a river that's already flowing. Sasha shook her head and said, 'There's no way!' Yet the current crisis must be resolved. If they can't defeat the Ghost Emperor, he might very well rally his forces and launch a counteroffensive against the Chinese nation—an outcome absolutely unacceptable. Su Wu found himself equally helpless; the three of them were at a complete loss. Suddenly, the beautiful instructor brightened: 'There's a method worth trying! The energy I extracted from the blood clots a few days ago—I can concentrate it in my fist and deliver it. The Ghost Emperor will surely be unable to withstand that!' 'How confident are you?' Qin Feng asked. 'Not very confident,' she replied, 'but it's worth a try.' "She analyzed, saying, 'As long as those energies enter the Ghost Emperor's body, with his current physical strength, he will surely be overwhelmed—there's no way he can withstand it; he'll have to burst apart and die!' This is indeed a viable solution, though rather risky. But at this moment, there's no other option. He said solemnly, 'We'll go out together. If there's any danger, we'll immediately come back!' 'Agreed,' the beautiful instructor nodded. Together, they flew out of the small stele. Outside, the Ghost Emperor was frantically searching, shouting in frustration—just moments before, he had thought he was about to secure victory, only for his opponent to vanish without a trace, which he found utterly unacceptable. 'Hey, what's all this complaining about, ugly fellow?' Qin Shao said with a strong tone of mockery. 'I thought you'd already fled,' he added, smiling. 'Don't worry,' Qin Feng signaled to the beautiful instructor, 'we won't be leaving until we've finished you off. Let's go!' The Ghost Emperor praised, 'Excellent timing! This time, I'll definitely eliminate you both!' Qin Feng unleashed a dragon of flame, while Isabella gathered all her energy into her right fist and drove it toward the Ghost Emperor. Thud... The two fists collided, and once again, the Ghost Emperor demonstrated superior timing—responding after the attack. Though the impact missed Isabella's chest or abdomen, the contact was still effective, sending a surge of energy outward. However, Isabella could not withstand the immense force carried by the Emperor's fist; she gasped, spewed blood, and reeled backward. "Shh, Shh," Qin Shao quickly caught her, firmly planting his feet on the flying sword to absorb and dissipate the force. Just as the Ghost Emperor prepared to press his advantage, he suddenly felt a wave of discomfort—power surging violently within his body, causing him unbearable pain. "House of Blood, what have you done to me?" His already unattractive face had twisted and deformed, and his limbs were now struggling to maintain control. "Ugly creature, you're going to die right here—pffft!" Isabella expelled another stream of blood, her injuries now severe. Qin Feng quickly administered several pills to her, specially formulated by Lin Caiwei for her unique constitution. "Shasha, how are you?" he asked with concern. "I'm alright, I should be able to survive," the beautiful instructor managed a smile.