Legend Management Bureau Chapter 302

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Saint nodded slightly. “That is right, Boss Houtu. Their motives are sinister, and they actually want to kill both patriarchs in a single stroke. You must take charge!”

The Yan Emperor stood to the side, his expression grave. He had never seen such black monks across the Nine Provinces, but the aura of ultimate yin and evil radiating from them forced him to proceed with caution.

A black monk slowly flew to the front and asked the leading Arhat, “What should we do?”

“Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful.” The Arhat pressed his palms together, his eyes half-closed. “We must fight them sooner or later. It is better to simply purge them now.”

Hearing these words, the multitude of monks in the sky pressed their hands together and silently chanted, “Amitabha, the Buddha will deliver all from suffering and adversity.”

An eerie sound of chanting scriptures echoed across the sky.

Saint’s expression was exceptionally stern. This was already his second time fighting these black monks, so he naturally knew how incredibly difficult they were to deal with.

“National Male Tribe!” Houtu called out. “Take my patriarch and grandfather to rest and recover. I will take them on.”

“No!” Saint shouted anxiously. “I know who they are. It is too dangerous for you to go alone!”

Saint’s eyes held a burning intensity. His gaze swept over the Seven Holy Heroes, Zhan Qisheng’s trio, and the members of the Yan Emperor’s tribe before he spoke slowly.

“If you all believe me, I hope you will unleash your ultimate killer moves right from the start. Otherwise, the consequences will be endless.”

“Is it really that serious?” Houtu looked at Saint suspiciously. “In all of the Nine Provinces, other than Wuming and the Yellow Emperor, no one can harm the Great High Father.”

Saint shook his head with a grave expression. “Houtu, trust me on this one.”

Houtu furrowed her brows. “National Male Tribe, you all disappeared for so long, and now you suddenly show up with a bunch of enemies and feed this Old Lady a pile of alarmist nonsense. Am I just supposed to believe you?”

“Although I do not know how to explain it…” Saint paused. “But I am telling the truth…!”

“Tu’er.” The Yan Emperor slowly took a step forward. “This young man is speaking the truth.”

“Great High Father?” Hearing the Yan Emperor say this, Houtu’s tone softened a bit. “Do you think so too?”

“You do not need to fight this time. I order you to use your Fleeing Spell to the fullest and seek reinforcements from the Yellow Emperor,” the Yan Emperor said with a stern face.

“Ah?” Houtu was stunned. “How can I do that?! If the enemy is truly that powerful, I am absolutely not leaving!”

“Tu’er!” The Yan Emperor grabbed Houtu’s wrist. “The others in the tribe cannot travel as fast as you. I fear they would delay our military opportunity. You are the only one who can take this mission now!”

“But…” Houtu wanted to say more, but after a moment of thought, she asked, “Great High Father, are they really that formidable?”

“Yes.” The Yan Emperor nodded. “If you do not return in time, the fate of the entire Jiang Tribe will be uncertain.”

Hearing the Yan Emperor’s words, Houtu’s expression changed. She gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at the sky, and immediately channeled a majestic surge of power before fleeing into the distance.

Seeing Houtu flee, the Yan Emperor finally breathed a small sigh of relief. He turned to Saint and said, “Young man, you do not blame me for sending Houtu away, do you?”

“I do not.” Saint shook his head. “Houtu has a fierce and combative personality. Staying here would indeed be very dangerous for her. Now, our objective is much simpler: stall them until Houtu returns.”

“Indeed.” The Yan Emperor raised his head, looking meaningfully at the more than two hundred black monks in the sky. He muttered slowly to himself, “Xuanyuan, if you wish to unite the Central Plains, this will likely be your final obstacle.”

Gonggong slowly stepped forward, raising his head with a look of disdain. He roared, “Bald donkeys! My waters do not drown nameless ghosts. Tell me, who are you people?!”

The leading black Arhat slowly opened his eyes and lightly swung his palm downward, sending a blast of black astral wind crashing down.

Gonggong’s expression shifted. He grabbed a handful of ocean waves out of thin air and hurled it fiercely toward the sky. In an instant, water splashed in all directions as the two forces violently collided.

With a massive boom, Gonggong was actually forced back several steps. He quickly thrust a leg backward to steady his posture.

Gonggong looked up at the Arhat in the sky, still reeling from the shock. ‘This person merely waved his hand casually. How could he possess such terrifying power?’

“Gong’er, you have just fought a great battle with Zhurong and have not fully recovered your breath. Do not force yourself,” the Yan Emperor said, waving his hand slightly. “Leave the matters here to me and the other warriors of the tribe. Focus on recovering as quickly as possible.”

After this brief exchange, Gonggong realized that Saint’s words were not empty warnings. He nodded gravely and walked over to Zhurong, where the two of them sat to the side, slowly meditating to regulate their breathing.

The Yan Emperor now looked up and declared, “Since you all are so rude, do not blame my Jiang Tribe for being ruthless.”

The black Arhat slowly descended to the ground and spoke, “Do not panic, everyone. We are merely here to deliver you all, transforming you into Wronged Spirits and malicious ghosts to journey to the Extremely Dark World. If you do not struggle, everything will be over in an instant.”

“The Extremely Dark World?” The Yan Emperor furrowed his brows. “Those words sound truly unpleasant.”

Saying that, the Yan Emperor suddenly conjured a thick, majestic wave of flames and hurled it straight at the black Arhat.

The black Arhat looked up, pressed his palms together, and roared, “Mind Purification!”

A massive black palm pierced through the flames and flew toward the Yan Emperor.

“Five Elements Art! Reversing Flowing Fire!”

A crisp shout rang out from the side. The black Arhat’s entire arm suddenly ignited from the inside out. He hurriedly retracted his hand, narrowly missing the Yan Emperor.

Zhan Qisheng slowly stepped in front of the Yan Emperor. With a look of displeasure, he scolded, “Crooked sorcery! I have only heard of the ‘World of Ultimate Bliss’, yet I have never heard of an ‘Extremely Dark World’. Keep your Extremely Dark World to yourselves. None of us have any desire to go there.”

“No one understands the beauty of ‘Ultimate Darkness’. This humble monk knew you would refuse, which is why I have come specifically to purify your minds.” As soon as he finished speaking, the more than two hundred black monks descended from the sky. Thick black energy emanated from all of their bodies, creating an incredibly terrifying aura.

The many warriors behind the Yan Emperor, numbering over a hundred, also slowly stepped forward. They had followed the Yan Emperor into battle across the lands since their youth, and their cultivation bases were equally extraordinary.

Furthermore, standing by the Yan Emperor’s side were Saint, the Seven Holy Heroes, as well as the trio of Zhan Qisheng, Ying Ning, and Zhi Nv.

At a glance, this battle could barely be considered evenly matched. If they could truly stall until the Yellow Emperor arrived with his four generals, then everything could be brought to an end.

“We do not need Mind Purification,” Saint said coldly. “It is precisely because we still have attachments in our hearts that we have not become monsters like you.”