Legend Management Bureau Chapter 303

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“You all consider this poor monk a monster, just as this poor monk finds you all exceedingly stubborn,” the Arhat said with a faint smile. “Since we cannot communicate, why not just slaughter each other?”

“I have never seen a monk quite like you,” Saint retorted in annoyance. “I truly wonder where all your Buddhist scriptures have gone.”

“The Buddha resides in my heart. This poor monk understands the teachings far more thoroughly than any of you.”

The Arhat said no more and slowly closed his eyes.

A gigantic black dragon abruptly burst forth from the Arhat’s body, tearing through the sky with a resounding, thunderous roar.

“Flying Dragon in the Sky!” the Arhat bellowed as he leaped high into the air. With a downward point of both hands, the black dragon roared and hurtled directly toward Zhan Qisheng.

Zhan Qisheng swept his hands out and roared, “Retrograde Wind!”

However, the black dragon’s momentum was so overwhelming that the wind spell completely failed to hold it back.

The moment she saw the black dragon, Zhi Nv turned pale with shock. She hurriedly pulled out her flying shuttle with both hands, weaving a massive net in the sky in the blink of an eye to firmly block the creature’s path.

“What is wrong, Zhi Nv?” Zhan Qisheng turned his head, noticing an indescribable expression of pure shock on her face.

Zhi Nv slowly stepped toward the black Arhat. After carefully scrutinizing his features, she unconsciously took a step back.

“Could you… could you be the Dragon-Taming Arhat?” Zhi Nv asked cautiously.

“This poor monk is indeed Taming Dragon, the Kasyapa Venerate,” the Arhat replied with a smile. “Zhi Nv, I trust you have been well?”

“The Dragon-Taming Arhat?! Are you kidding me?!” Zhan Qisheng was severely startled by this revelation. If the Dragon-Taming Arhat himself had truly descended, defeating him with mere martial prowess was nothing short of fantasy talk. After all, the Dragon-Taming Arhat was the absolute leader of the Eighteen Arhats!

Seeing the group lose their composure, Saint interjected from the side, “He is indeed the Dragon-Taming Arhat, but he is not the ‘true’ Dragon-Taming Arhat.”

Zhan Qisheng glanced back at Saint and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“His strength is completely on par with the real Taming Dragon, but his fundamental essence is the exact opposite. He is formed from the evil thoughts expelled from Taming Dragon’s body when he attained enlightenment,” Saint explained, glancing over the oppressive crowd of more than two hundred monks. “And it is not just Taming Dragon. Every single one of those black-clad monks behind him represents an Arhat from the Western Paradise’s World of Ultimate Bliss. There are about two hundred and fifty of them here, and another two hundred and fifty with Du Yu. Together, they make up the Five Hundred Arhats.”

“Shakyamuni’s Five Hundred Arhats…? Saint, do you even realize what you are saying?” Zhan Qisheng stared at him, asking in utter disbelief. “Are you telling me we have to fight the entire military force of the Western Paradise?”

“What is in front of us is merely two hundred or so Arhats, plus a single Arhat Venerate. Old Zhan, are you chickening out?” Saint shot Zhan Qisheng a wicked grin.

That single look left Zhan Qisheng momentarily dazed. For a brief second, he could not distinguish whether the man standing before him was Saint or Du Yu.

Snapping back to reality, Zhan Qisheng muttered, “This is no longer a matter of being ‘chicken.’ In all the world, who has ever fought over a hundred Arhat True Body manifestations at the same time?”

“It is a bit too early to talk about fear, as our opponents are far more than just this,” Saint stated firmly. “For now, we just need to handle the situation right in front of us. Throw everything else to the back of your mind.”

“Easy for you to say.” Zhan Qisheng stretched his limbs, popping his joints. “In a magical battle of this caliber, I cannot guarantee I will be able to protect you.”

“That is fine,” Saint replied with a sense of relief. “Even if I die now, their plans have already been thrown into chaos.”

Without another word, the two of them soared straight toward the vast horde of monks.

The black Dragon-Taming Arhat’s expression darkened. Directing the massive black dragon, he prepared to strike once more.

At this moment, the Yan Emperor also stopped holding back. With a burst of power, an enormous dragon of fire was brought into being through Illusion Transformation right behind him. He spoke in an icy tone, “It seems you are no ordinary foe. I have no need to show any mercy now.”

The colossal fire dragon and the black dragon glared at one another, sheer fury constantly erupting from their four draconic eyes.

With the Yan Emperor making his move, the warriors of the Jiang Tribe naturally could not just stand by and watch. One after another, they charged forward into the fray.

In an instant, the foot of Buzhou Mountain erupted into an all-out melee.

Aside from Shiranui Asuka and Xiao Nian, the rest of the Seven Holy Heroes also leaped into the air, picking out their respective opponents.

A’xiang hastily pulled out her mobile phone to check and cheered, “Excellent, today is Monday!”

After saying this, she turned back to Xiao Nian and declared, “Sister Xiao Nian, just hide behind me. I have a plan!”

With that, she began arranging a bizarre magical formation on the ground. In just a few moments, she had erected a psychic summoning gate.

A man cloaked entirely in black, sporting a pair of massive wings on his back, slowly emerged from the summoning gate. At that very instant, the air became thick with visible Demonic Energy.

“Little Xiang?” Even though a fierce battle among immortals was raging right in front of him, the man’s eyes held nothing else as he stared gently at Shiranui Asuka. “Have you run into trouble?”

“Great Tengu Brother Wangufang!” Shiranui Asuka greeted him joyfully. “This is wonderful! Do you not have anything else going on today? Am I interrupting you?”

“What silly things are you saying?” Wangufang shook his head affectionately. “My Mondays are always reserved for you.”

After speaking, Wangufang gave the wings on his back a powerful flap and slowly turned around.

“Quite a commotion you have stirred up.” He surveyed the two warring factions hacking at each other and added, “These black-clad monks look a bit familiar.”

“Yes…” Shiranui Asuka nodded with a serious expression. “Brother Wangufang, do you remember the ‘World-Ending War’?”

“The World-Ending War…?” Wangufang furrowed his brow, staring at the black monks. “I understand now. Are you saying… they are with that giant black Buddha?”

“Exactly,” Shiranui Asuka nodded.

“But has this world not already been destroyed? Why are you fighting these black monks again?” Wangufang’s expression turned grim. It seemed these monks had left him with painfully deep memories as well.

“I do not know the exact details either,” Shiranui Asuka said, shaking her head. “Senior Saint seems to have teamed up with his past self. They want to save this world…”

“Teaming up with himself? That truly sounds like something he would do.” Wangufang pulled out several talismans and slapped them onto the summoning gate with a backhand motion. “Little Xiang, summon Shuten, Tamamo-no-Mae, Rokurokubi, and Ibaraki. If you still have energy left over, call out Kuchisake-onna and Eight-Feet Tall as well.”

Shiranui Asuka was startled upon hearing this. Wangufang had just singled out six Shikigami in one breath, but today was not a scheduled working day for any of them.

Not only that, but if she included Wangufang, she would be summoning seven Shikigami all at once today. Could her Magical Power even sustain that?

“Just summon them; you do not need to worry about the rest,” Wangufang told her. “I have already placed my lifeblood talismans on the summoning gate. You can use my Demonic Energy to call them forth. If anyone refuses to come, I will personally persuade them.”