It was late, the fourth watch of the night.
Before the entrance to the Wind Sword Sect's encampment, a dark figure slowly approached.
"Who..."
The two disciples on guard had barely uttered a single word when another dark figure appeared behind them.
"Crack!" came two sounds.
The necks of the two disciples were snapped by the dark figures behind them, and they fell to the ground with two thuds.
"Alas, it's a pity we have to frame the Spirit Hall. Otherwise, destroying the evidence would be my usual style."
Dugu Bo squatted down, looted all the valuables from their bodies, then stood up and looked at Yang Wudi, who was walking towards them step by step, and questioned him in exasperation:
"Old Yang, is this how you conduct a night raid?"
"Walking across the street openly like this, if they react and pull the alarm, won't the whole city know? How can we quietly destroy the Wind Sword Sect then."
Unexpectedly, Yang Wudi walked over unhurriedly and replied righteously:
"I'm not alone, am I? You're here, you old poison."
"Me?" Dugu Bo was somewhat exasperated, his voice rising a bit.
Then, Dugu Bo realized his voice was a bit loud. After looking around, he lowered his voice and grumbled:
"I just went to the Spirit Hall to deal with that Cardinal. What if I hadn't made it in time?"
"Alright, alright." Yang Wudi wasn't particularly concerned about this. Instead, he pulled Dugu Bo towards the inside of the main gate.
"Let's go, let's get inside quickly. I can't wait to have a decisive battle with the sect master and elders of the Wind Sword Sect."
As he said this, Yang Wudi's eyes were full of eagerness for battle.
Seeing Yang Wudi's obsession with martial arts, Dugu Bo, fearing he would act recklessly and ruin the plan, repeatedly warned him:
"Let's agree on this first!"
"You must wait until I've cleaned up those weaklings of the Wind Sword Sect before you make your move."
To this, Yang Wudi simply replied indifferently:
"Old poison, don't worry, I know my limits."
...
The night raid began.
Between the two of them, Yang Wudi lurked at the entrance of the Wind Sword Sect's gate, while Dugu Bo used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, moving like a ghost throughout the Wind Sword Sect's encampment, sweeping through it.
As one of the lower four sects, the Wind Sword Sect had over a thousand direct disciples, plus various affiliated personnel, totaling more than five thousand people.
As Dugu Bo continued to reap lives, the number of these five thousand people was rapidly decreasing.
First, he killed the disciples patrolling the Wind Sword Sect that night, then he moved through room after room, like the arrival of death, silently strangling the members of the Wind Sword Sect one by one in their sleep.
While reaping the weaklings, Dugu Bo kept Lin Rong's instructions in mind. While taking their lives, he also did not forget to search for and take away valuable items from these people.
His method of looting valuables was so skilled that he didn't look like a novice at all, but rather like a seasoned thief.
About half an hour later.
In the vast encampment of the Wind Sword Sect, besides the two of them, the only people still alive were the five sect elders with Soul Power cultivation at the Soul Douluo level, and the new and old sect masters.
The sect encampment gate.
In the dark night, Yang Wudi, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw Dugu Bo's figure approaching and asked impatiently:
"Finished?"
"Of course!" Dugu Bo replied with a face full of pride, while carrying a cloth bag in his hand, which made a faint rustling sound as he walked.
"A bunch of weaklings who aren't even Soul Douluo, how could I possibly fail."
"Look, all my spoils are in these dozen or so storage Spirit Tools."
Saying this, Dugu Bo threw the cloth bag he was carrying to Yang Wudi, signaling him to admire his looting results.
However, as a martial arts fanatic, Yang Wudi had no interest in admiring spoils of war.
His mind was currently filled with the desire to find a worthy opponent and have a good fight to vent the anger that had been accumulating in his heart.
Therefore, facing the cloth bag thrown by Dugu Bo, Yang Wudi directly batted it back.
"I don't have this kind of free time."
"Hurry up and tell me where those few Soul Douluo of the Wind Sword Sect live."
Dugu Bo was in a good mood at the moment. Seeing Yang Wudi reject his gesture, he was not unhappy. Instead, he happily walked ahead to lead the way.
"Let's go, follow me."
As they walked inside, Dugu Bo curiously asked:
"Old Yang, which one of the five do you plan to choose as your opponent first?"
"Is it the weakest, the new sect master of the Wind Sword Sect who only recently broke through to Soul Douluo? Or the old sect master of the Wind Sword Sect, who has the highest Soul Power level and is also the strongest?"
Yang Wudi looked a little puzzled upon hearing this, asking:
"Aren't there five others? Why did you only mention two?"
"Here." Dugu Bo took a blue leather pouch from his waist and dangled it in front of Yang Wudi:
"The remaining three, they are inside my Ruyi Bag of Treasures."
As he spoke, Dugu Bo saw Yang Wudi's resentful gaze fixed on him and quickly explained:
"Don't look at me like that. It's just that out of the five Soul Douluo, only these three weren't meditating tonight. Instead, they were lost in dreams, unable to extricate themselves."
"That gave me the opportunity to strike. I sneaked in, hit them with a club, and gave them some neurotoxin, then I stuffed them into this Ruyi Bag of Treasures."
"Besides, didn't I leave two Soul Douluo for you to choose from?"
"Two Soul Douluo, one for each of us.
"Old Yang, you pick one, and I'll deal with the other one."
After listening, Yang Wudi made his choice without any hesitation:
"The strongest one goes to me, the weaker one goes to you. That's it."
"Is that so? Then good luck." Dugu Bo had already anticipated Yang Wudi's choice.
"After all, he's the strongest person in the Wind Sword Sect. His strength is definitely not to be underestimated. Don't you dare flip your boat in a ditch and have me clean up your mess."
Although Dugu Bo said this, he was still quite confident in Yang Wudi's strength.
After all, not just any Soul Douluo could withstand an attack on the level of a Titled Douluo.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
They arrived at the central area of the Wind Sword Sect's stronghold.
"Old Yang, look."
Dugu Bo led Yang Wudi into a courtyard and pointed to one of the rooms, secretly transmitting his voice:
"It's this bedroom. The opponent you chose is inside."
"So, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to find the other one."
With that, Dugu Bo executed his movement technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and disappeared into the night.
In his place, Yang Wudi unleashed his Soul Breaking Spear. The fierce aura directly startled the old Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect, who was meditating in the bedroom.
"Who?"
The old Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect, appearing as a white-haired elder, transformed into a gust of wind and burst through the bedroom door, appearing in the courtyard and staring at the black-haired old man who clearly meant no good.
"Fight me!"
Without any further words, Yang Wudi charged forward, holding his long spear.
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