Chapter 73: Severely Injuring Titled Douluo
Just as Gui Mei was about to make a move, countless black-clad warriors and heavily armored soldiers arrived in time, surrounding Yang Wudi protectively.
> "President Yang, are you injured?"
"President Yang, please leave this to us!"
"I'm fine!"
Yang Wudi shook his head, then pointed at Gui Mei and Yue Guan, shouting:
> "It's Gui Mei and Yue Guan from the Spirit Hall! Arrest them!"
Yang Wudi recognized Gui Mei, and since the two were known to be inseparable, the man next to him had to be Yue Guan.
> "What?! Titled Douluo?!"
The captain of the black-clad warriors exclaimed. As a spirit master himself, he knew what that meant—but as a warrior, he didn't hesitate. Instead, he silently lit a firework.
A bright red flare soared into the sky, glowing brilliantly.
This was the Xingluo Empire's emergency signal system:
Five firework colors—white, yellow, purple, dark purple, and red—corresponded to different levels of enemy threat. Red represented the most dangerous: Spirit Douluo or Titled Douluo-level enemies.
As the red light flared over the Alchemist Association, more and more soldiers rushed in from across Xingluo City.
Hearing the thunder of hooves and the clamor of cavalry in the streets, Yang Wudi smiled and shouted:
> "Ghost, Yue Guan, you're surrounded now! Why don't you surrender?"
Despite his wounded legs, Yue Guan floated into the air, sneering in a sharp, feminine voice:
> "Surrender? Who do you think you are?! I'll see who dares take one step forward—
Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum!"
As he released his Martial Soul, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—glowed around him.
> "T-Titled Douluo...!"
The heavily armored soldiers stiffened in fear, cold sweat streaming down their backs. They didn't move, terrified they'd be the next to fall.
But the black-clad warriors weren't ordinary soldiers. They had already cast off fear and doubt.
> "Brothers! Don't be afraid! The signal is out—His Majesty will be here soon! This is our chance to earn glory!"
"Kings, princes, generals—do they come from a different species than us?"
"Kill!"
Several black-clad warriors drew their swords and charged toward Gui Mei and Yue Guan.
Sometimes, human courage is strange: if you're the only one dying, you fear death—but if everyone charges together, you fear nothing.
Once someone took the first step, the rest followed—driven by adrenaline.
With their brothers charging forward, the once-hesitant heavily armored soldiers also roared and rushed in desperately.
In that moment, they became the bravest of soldiers. Not even gods could block their charge.
> "Hmph! Seeking death?"
"Fifth Soul Skill: Ghost Shadow Earth-Taming Hand!"
"Sixth Soul Skill: Golden Core Floating Clouds!"
Though surprised by the sheer fearlessness of their enemies, Gui Mei and Yue Guan didn't hold back. They unleashed area-of-effect soul skills.
Countless ghostly hands and golden light beams crashed into the wave of attackers—piercing chests, shattering bones. But still, more surged forward.
Several black-clad warriors circled around and attacked Gui Mei with swords—
But suddenly, a flying knife, under Yue Guan's control, cut down two of them instantly. They didn't even get the chance to ignite their explosives.
> "Fifth Soul Skill: Cold Ying Gathering!"
Before long, the ground around the two was littered with corpses.
> "Brothers! Cover President Yang's retreat! Our brothers are still outside!"
The captain of the black-clad warriors shouted. With the heavily-armored captain dead, he was now the ranking officer on-site.
Hearing the order, the soldiers began retreating—but the death squad captain stayed behind, carrying a torch and a jar of strong liquor.
As part of the death squad, he was forbidden to drink. So whenever they passed by a tavern, he'd buy alcohol and stash it—waiting for the moment he and his brothers would drink it all, once they were free.
Now, he rushed toward Yue Guan and Gui Mei, splashing the liquor at them.
> "Hmph! Foolish." Yue Guan sneered.
"You want to kill me with a jar of wine?"
The flying knife, under his control, smashed the jar and pierced the captain's chest.
The jar shattered. Strong liquor mixed with blood soaked the ground as the captain fell.
When the torch hit the ground, it ignited the liquor—and set off the hundreds of kilograms of explosives carried by the death squad.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
The massive explosion roared into the heavens, engulfing Yue Guan and Gui Mei in a sea of fire. The entire Alchemist Association was reduced to flames.
Fortunately, all valuable items had already been stored in Yang Wudi's soul guide.
> "Ahem…"
A black shadow staggered out from the fire—it was Gui Mei. When the captain threw the liquor, he'd sensed something wrong, but before he could warn Yue Guan, the explosion ignited.
In the last second, Gui Mei had unleashed his soul power to shield himself.
But Yue Guan was not as fortunate. Even with Gui Mei's help reducing the damage, he was seriously injured. His clothes were torn, revealing pale skin beneath.
And now, standing before them—
Tens of thousands of the Xingluo Empire's elite iron cavalry.
> "Since you're here, let us give you a proper welcome."
A mighty Netherworld White Tiger appeared in front of them—Dai Tianxing and his wife Zhu Lingyun had arrived.
> "You… Dai Tianxing, you two became Titled Douluo?!"
Gui Mei was stunned. The Netherworld White Tiger released a pressure equivalent to a Level 98 Super Douluo. Their Martial Soul Fusion Technique had pushed their power beyond the Titled Douluo level.
> "Ghost Douluo really does have sharp eyes," Dai Tianxing said.
"Since you're already here, why leave in such a rush?"
> "Ahem… Old Ghost, you're faster. Go! I'll hold them back!"
Without waiting for a reply, Yue Guan lunged forward, releasing his ninth soul skill against the Netherworld White Tiger, buying time for Gui Mei's escape.
> "Ninth Soul Skill:
'Chrysanthemums wither, the ground is scarred, flowers fall, hearts break!'"
A whirlwind of flying knives transformed into a dragon-shaped storm, slamming toward Dai Tianxing and the tens of thousands of Xingluo cavalry behind him.
> "Chrysanthemum Pass!"
"Old Ghost, go! Tell Her Holiness the Pope what happened here! Ask her to save me!"
Gui Mei clenched his teeth and made his decision. In a flash—he vanished.
Meanwhile, Dai Tianxing and Zhu Lingyun, merged into the Netherworld White Tiger, blocked the dragon-storm head-on. Both sides clashed with overwhelming soul power.
But Yue Guan, seriously injured, was already at a disadvantage…
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