Legend Management Bureau Chapter 304

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Everyone was locked in a fierce battle at the foot of the Mount of No Return when they suddenly sensed a majestic surge of demonic energy suffocating the sky.

“What kind of demon is this?!” the Yan Emperor exclaimed in horror. He knew that even the hundred thousand demons under Chiyou didn’t possess such immense demonic energy.

“Uncle Yan Emperor, don’t worry!” Shiranui Asuka cried out. “They… they are all my friends…”

“Friends…?” The Yan Emperor turned around and was thoroughly shaken. Standing right beside this seemingly harmless little girl were seven anomalies exuding sky-piercing demonic energy.

Among the leading trio of young men, the first was entirely pitch-black with a pair of wings on his back. Half of his face was covered by a bright red mask with a long nose. This was the Great Tengu, Bankotubo.

The second young man wore a strange uniform and had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Slung across his back was a pure black gourd, spray-painted with a white skull. This was Shuten Doji.

The third young man looked exceptionally cold, with long hair cascading all the way to the ground. He was missing his left arm, a tachi was strapped to his waist, and a skull was also painted on his pitch-black clothes. He followed quietly behind Shuten. This was Ibaraki Doji.

The figures trailing behind this trio were even more bizarre.

A muscular, clean-featured, and highly capable young woman carried a massive boulder weighing several tons on her back. This was the Nine-Tailed Fox, Tamamo-no-Mae.

A gigantic woman standing over eight feet tall wore a white dress hat and a French-style white dress. A graceful and elegant smile graced her lips. This was Eight-Feet Tall, Hachishakusama.

And standing behind everyone else was a girl bundled up tightly in thick clothes, wearing a scarf and a face mask that covered her completely. This was Kuchisake-onna.

Zhan Qisheng, Zhi Nv, and Ying Ning were also startled by this sight.

If A’xiang hadn’t called these people “friends,” they would have absolutely assumed they were reinforcements sent by the enemy. After all, all seven of them were full-fledged demons.

“Hey, woman, are those black-clad bald donkeys the enemy?” Shuten Doji asked impatiently. “Why do I feel like I’ve already fought them before?”

“Cut the crap,” Great Tengu Bankotubo interrupted. “This battle is no small matter. I have no other demands for you all. Just keep killing the monks until we win. Any questions?”

Shuten Doji shot Bankotubo an annoyed glare. “Are you giving me orders?”

“That’s right. Today is Monday, which makes me Little Xiang’s proxy,” Bankotubo nodded. “If you want to bicker, I’ll indulge you after we win this battle.”

The seven demons stopped talking and dissolved into seven streaks of black mist, rocketing straight toward the black-clad monks.

Shuten and Ibaraki were clearly masters of martial combat. The sheer force of their landing sent several monks flying, and they immediately launched into the fray.

The taciturn Ibaraki used his remaining right arm to draw the katana from his waist, revealing the name “Muramasa” glaringly inscribed on the blade.

“This is really weird…” Shuten sent a black-clad monk staggering back with a single punch, then asked, “We have over a hundred people on our side, so why is everyone fighting like a completely disorganized mob?”

Turning his head, he called out to the Saint, “Brother, who’s the boss on our side?”

Hearing Shuten’s question, the Saint pointed a finger at the Yan Emperor in the distance. “Our leader is currently in a one-on-one duel with the enemy’s leader. He doesn’t have the time to look after this side.”

“How is that going to work?” Shuten Doji leaped onto a large boulder. “If a brawl of two or three hundred people doesn’t have a leader, they’ll be crushed in no time.”

Taking a deep breath, he roared at the top of his lungs, “Hey! Everyone!”

The warriors of the Yan Emperor’s tribe paused in surprise, turning to look at him.

“Listen to me! Don’t lose your rhythm, and keep your formations tight! These little punks in front of you are no match for you!”

A cultivator listened for a long moment before whispering to the person next to him, “Who is this guy? What is he blabbering about? Why can’t I understand a single word he’s saying…?”

“Ah!” Zhi Nv heard the crowd’s murmurs and hastily fished out seven Translation Talismans from her robes, tossing them to the seven demons. “Keep these on you! Otherwise, they won’t understand what you’re saying!”

After catching the Translation Talisman, Shuten started over, “Everyone, listen to my commands! The enemy has two hundred men, and we have a hundred! All you need to do is take out one each! I’ll slaughter the remaining hundred all by myself!”

Even though this youth was radiating a terrifying amount of demonic energy, his words undeniably fired everyone up.

With that said, Shuten swung his fists and charged at the nearby black monks, carving out a bloody path for the many warriors.

Meanwhile, one of the monks was just about to advance when someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned around to see a young woman wearing a scarf and face mask standing right behind him.

“Does the benefactor wish for Mind Purification?” The monk’s expression turned frigid as a majestic power began to surge in his hands.

“Am I beautiful?” the masked girl asked slowly.

“Beautiful…?” The monk paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “The benefactor is bundled up so tightly. How would this poor monk know if you are beautiful or not?”

Upon hearing this, the girl slowly reached up and removed her scarf, asking again, “Am I beautiful now?”

The monk grew confused, unsure of what this girl was playing at. “The benefactor is still obscuring her face. This humble monk dares not say for sure.”

The girl slowly reached out once more, pulling down her mask.

What greeted the monk’s eyes was a bloody, mangled face. The corners of her mouth looked as if they had been slashed open by something razor-sharp, weeping blood continuously as the gash stretched all the way to the roots of her ears.

At this moment, Kuchisake-onna had her mouth wide open, smiling at the monk.

Yet, upon seeing the girl’s face, the monk’s expression suddenly softened. He reached out and gently traced Kuchisake-onna’s wound, saying, “Benefactor, has this world treated you with great injustice? Proceed to the Ultimate Darkness. There, a brand new world awaits you.”

“Ultimate Darkness…?”

“That is correct,” the monk nodded. “It is a world we have created. There, you can kill anyone you please. No one will stand in your way, and no one will ever treat you unfairly again. This poor monk thinks you look very beautiful. You have absolutely no need to care about the gazes of others.”

“You… think I’m beautiful…?” Kuchisake-onna stared at the monk in disbelief.

“Yes, this poor monk thinks you are beautiful.” The black-clad monk nodded with unwavering certainty.

In the very next instant, an unknown force violently tore the corners of the monk’s mouth open. The gash ripped all the way to his ears, spraying blood all over Kuchisake-onna’s face.

“Hehehehehehe…” Kuchisake-onna chuckled slowly. “Since you think I’m beautiful, then I’ll make you just as beautiful as me…”