Chapter 72: Night Raid
> "Well, it seems this is our only option."
Gui Mei's expression was dark as he nodded.
"Then let's do it tonight. The sooner we deal with the target, the sooner we can go back to drink and feast."
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Soon, nightfall came. It seemed even the heavens favored them—thick clouds covered the moon, casting everything into darkness. The sky appeared as if stained with ink.
As the saying goes:
"A dark, windy night is the perfect time for murder and arson."
The two removed their defensive armor—it was heavy and would hinder stealth. Their task was assassination, and armor made of metal would easily clink and alert guards. That would be troublesome.
To avoid detection, they changed into tight black clothing and masks, like bandits, and quietly slipped out from the Spirit Hall's Star Luo branch.
As Titled Douluo, their speed was extreme. Even Yue Guan, a Power-Attack Douluo, was as fast as an agility-type, not to mention Gui Mei, who belonged to the Agility-Attack Department.
Relying on the cover of night and their incredible speed, they easily bypassed the outer patrols of heavily-armored soldiers. These guards didn't even notice a breeze. And this was only the first layer of defense.
> "Hmph, what a bunch of idiots," Yue Guan scoffed inwardly.
"Even if they are Star Luo Empire's elite guards, they're nothing but headless chickens before me and Old Ghost."
Just then, Gui Mei, scouting ahead, came to an abrupt stop. Alarmed, Yue Guan transmitted his voice via spirit power:
> "Old Ghost, what's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
> "Yue Guan, look—over there."
> "Hmm?"
Following Gui Mei's gaze, Yue Guan spotted dozens of bells hanging between the corridors. They were connected by invisible thin wires—extremely tough threads.
Even the slightest touch would trigger the bells, sending out a sharp warning and alerting everyone nearby.
Because the Alchemist Association had its windows shut, these bells wouldn't ring from wind—only an enemy's intrusion would cause movement.
These bells were not visible during the day. They were installed at night by black-clad warriors.
These warriors had been trained by Dai Pojun himself. They were not only loyal, but deadly. Each one was an elite killer, some even soul masters trained in assassination.
In addition to these traps, there were twenty black-clad warriors per floor, each with explosives strapped to their bodies.
> "Old Ghost, we've got to get rid of these cursed bells without triggering the guards. Otherwise, we're screwed."
> "I know. Let's work together and remove them."
> "Got it!"
The two drew their daggers, rushing to opposite ends of the corridor. Though Gui Mei was faster, he easily adjusted to match Yue Guan's rhythm.
They simultaneously cut the wires, catching each bell mid-air and storing it in their soul tools before a single chime could escape.
After over 60 years of partnership, their cooperation was seamless—they understood each other without needing words.
Like this, they swiftly disabled the bell traps on each floor and successfully reached the top floor of the Alchemist Association.
This was where Yang Wudi resided.
Only Yang Wudi was allowed on the fifth floor. All others were strictly forbidden, even the black-clad death warriors, unless it was a matter of life or death.
This policy puzzled many alchemists. Rumors abounded: some said Yang Wudi was refining a poison capable of wiping out entire cities, others claimed he was concocting a miracle elixir that could boost spirit power instantly.
Regardless of the truth, one thing was certain:
The fifth floor was the most mysterious place in the entire Alchemist Association.
> "Hmph, what fools," Yue Guan sneered.
"The president lives here, and they didn't even assign a single guard."
> "Heh, probably because he's too busy entertaining women," Gui Mei mocked.
"I bet he brings beauties here to enjoy himself."
> "Let's go, Old Ghost. No guards, no bells—time to kill and disappear."
Yue Guan took the lead toward Yang Wudi's room. But just as he took a step—
Boom!!!
> "What?!"
An explosion suddenly erupted beneath his foot, engulfing him in flame and debris. Yue Guan was thrown back violently, his legs riddled with shrapnel.
If not for his soul power body protection, he might have lost them entirely.
> "Yue Guan! Are you alright?!"
> "I'm okay. Old Ghost, be careful—something's wrong with this floor!"
As mentioned before, the entire top floor was off-limits to others because it housed Dai Pojun's third line of defense—the mine array.
The corridor was filled with hidden mines, their placement known only to Yang Wudi. Each mine was strong enough to kill a defensive Spirit Sage. Even a Titled Douluo, without protection, could be severely injured—or worse.
Even more terrifying than their killing power was their alarm function.
No one would suspect that the very floor beneath them was the deadliest trap of all.
> "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Protect the president!"
Hearing the blast, all the black-clad warriors and heavily-armored soldiers surged upward, converging on the top floor.
The time left for Yue Guan and Gui Mei was now limited. They had to choose: retreat or push forward.
In the end, Gui Mei chose to finish the mission. Failing now would make it nearly impossible to assassinate Yang Wudi later.
With their strength, ordinary people couldn't stop them anyway.
> "Damn it! Fifth Soul Skill!"
Gui Mei abandoned stealth. His black soul ring lit up.
> "Ghost Shadow Earth-Taming Hand!"
Instantly, a black shadow spread beneath Gui Mei's feet. Countless dark hands surged from the ground, tearing through the corridor.
The result—the entire top floor collapsed, detonating every mine at once.
Yang Wudi, startled awake by the explosion, grabbed his Soul-Breaking Spear and charged out. The moment he saw Gui Mei's martial spirit, his face darkened in shock and fury.
> "Ju Douluo… Ghost Douluo?! You two?!"
His eyes flashed with both surprise and rage. Spirit Hall had been trying to eliminate him for years. Of course, he recognized these two infamous Titled Douluo.
> "Yang Wudi, today is the day you die!"
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