Legend Management Bureau Chapter 388

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Upon hearing this, Mahakala did not open his eyes. His lips continued to move slightly as he softly chanted Buddhist scriptures.

“Hey, you giant black brute, is your head so high up in the clouds that the lack of oxygen made you stupid?” Du Yu cursed at the top of his lungs. “Open your damn eyes and see who you’re dealing with!”

Du Yu felt he was already yelling as loudly as he could, but the giant figure remained completely motionless.

“What do I do now…”

He knew that if he could not force Mahakala to reveal a flaw, all the attacks from the Immortal Beings would be in vain.

‘But why isn’t he attacking me?’

‘Wasn’t his goal to kill me?’

At that moment, Mahakala finally opened his eyes a tiny sliver.

Du Yu tensed up instantly, swiftly retreating a few steps.

His massive pupils shifted slightly, fixing their gaze on Du Yu.

Being stared down by such enormous eyes, Du Yu swallowed hard.

The giant could probably blow him several hundred meters away with just a single breath; if they actually fought, the sheer scale of the destruction would be unimaginable.

“Du Yu.”

Mahakala’s booming voice slowly echoed out, calling Du Yu’s name.

“Oh ho…” Du Yu slowly forced a smile. “Addressing your own grandfather by his full name is highly disrespectful. Apologize to me, and I might just forgive a disobedient grandson like you.”

Mahakala’s pupils twitched slightly. Although his expression remained unchanged, Du Yu had the distinct feeling that he was smiling.

“Du Yu, what good does provoking me do you?” Mahakala spoke slowly. “If I make a move, everyone you wish to protect will die by my hand.”

Du Yu sneered coldly in response. “It doesn’t matter. The Immortal Beings of the Immortal Realm are going to die anyway. If you want to attack them, be my guest.”

Mahakala’s pupils shifted again, followed by a slow blink. “Du Yu, your heart is unsteady. You are lying.”

“Lying?” Du Yu furrowed his brows, instinctively raising his guard.

Throughout the legends, Du Yu had lied countless times.

He knew full well that his skills in deception were masterful.

Yet, he never expected Mahakala to see through his lie with just a single glance.

Mahakala continued, “You want to provoke me into attacking, hoping I reveal a weakness. But if I truly make a move, this war will end.”

Before Du Yu could react, Mahakala’s gigantic hand moved over like a descending mountain, stopping right in front of him.

The thumb and middle finger of this massive hand pinched together and flicked toward a certain direction.

Channeling the powers of several entities within his body, Du Yu carefully braced himself for whatever was coming.

A howling wind roared, and a figure flew over at breakneck speed. The fierce gale forced Du Yu to squeeze his eyes shut.

A moment later, a loud crash echoed out.

A figure slammed heavily into Mahakala’s hand.

Mahakala seamlessly caught the person between his thumb and middle finger, pinching them exactly like one would pinch a bug.

Du Yu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person in Mahakala’s grasp. With just one glance, his eyes turned bloodshot.

Dong Qianqiu was currently pinned between Mahakala’s fingers. The tremendous impact had temporarily knocked her out, but now her eyes fluttered open, and she coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

“How… how did you…” Du Yu was completely baffled. He had met his fair share of Immortal Beings, but how could this giant dark Buddha drag someone over out of thin air?

“Du Yu, the purpose of this war is to utterly crush you, from your body to your spirit,” Mahakala said slowly. “If you kneel right now, I will grant you Mind Purification.”

“Let go of Sister Qianqiu, you bastard!” Du Yu roared, his eyes glowing red. An earth-shattering power instantly erupted from his body, producing the sickening sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh. Steeling his resolve, he charged straight at Mahakala.

Mahakala snorted coldly, slightly twitching his two fingers.

Like a blood-gorged mosquito being squashed in a palm, before Du Yu could even get close, his face was splattered with fresh blood.

The blood still carried the warmth of a living body, slowly trickling down Du Yu’s cheek.

The two massive fingers parted once more, leaving nothing between them but flattened, mangled remains.

Du Yu panted heavily, completely paralyzed by the horrifying sight before him.

Before he could process what had happened, Mahakala moved his fingers toward another direction.

Another piercing whistle of tearing wind rang out as a second person on the battlefield was forcefully yanked over by that immense, brute strength.

Not daring to hesitate this time, Du Yu immediately snapped his head toward the sound of the wind.

“Xiao Qi!!”

Seeing a slender silhouette hurtling rapidly toward them, Du Yu knew things were about to go terribly wrong. He immediately launched himself into the air, intending to intercept the figure mid-flight.

But there was some unfathomable force behind Mahakala’s pull; the momentum carrying Xiao Qi possessed an overwhelming kinetic energy.

Du Yu channeled Xing Tian’s power and threw his arms out, only to be knocked back several steps by the sheer impact of Xiao Qi’s body.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Qi was also pinched tightly in Mahakala’s grasp.

“Du Yu, kneel,” he repeated.

Du Yu gritted his teeth as he watched the scene unfold, his hands clenching into tight fists.

“You…!”

Du Yu’s mind raced. He glanced down at the distant ground below. Mahakala was clearly using his divine abilities, yet for some reason, his gigantic body remained completely invulnerable. The Immortal Beings down below had been relentlessly launching spells this whole time, but they hadn’t managed to expose a single weakness.

‘What do I do now?’

If Du Yu continued to hesitate, Xiao Qi would be obliterated as well.

“Don’t… don’t hurt her…” Du Yu pleaded, his voice trembling. “I will do whatever you say…”

“You cannot!”

A familiar voice echoed in Du Yu’s ear.

Startled, he realized the voice belonged to Xiao Qi.

“Xiao Qi?” Du Yu looked around in bewilderment.

“Du Yu, you cannot let Mahakala do whatever he wants! This is the closest we have ever been to victory! You need to calm down and figure out how to defeat him!”

Du Yu knew this was the “future Xiao Qi” sending a Voice Transmission to him from Saint’s timeline.

Yet, he still could not bear such immense agony.

“Xiao… Xiao Qi… I cannot…” Du Yu’s return Voice Transmission trembled. He looked utterly tormented. “He will kill all of you! My friends, the Seven Holy Heroes… you will all die!”

Shaking uncontrollably, Du Yu pulled the Eight Directions Ghost Record from his jacket and stammered, “I will wake you up… I will make you stay…”

“This is a war!!” Xiao Qi shouted. “How can there be a war without casualties?! As long as you survive, there is still hope for all of us!”

“But I…!”

“Du Yu! We have had enough! This sunless, pitch-black ‘future’… it is better off destroyed.”

Before Du Yu could speak, Mahakala pressed his fingers together just a fraction harder, and Xiao Qi was instantly reduced to a pool of blood between them. With another gentle flick from Mahakala, all the blood gathered together and was incinerated in a blazing ball of fire.

“No matter how many lives she possesses, she will never live again,” the deafening voice stated slowly.

Du Yu stared wide-eyed at the bloody mist filling the sky, his heart hammering wildly in his chest.

“Goodbye, Du Yu.” Xiao Qi’s voice lingered in Du Yu’s ear for a brief moment before fading into total silence.

From this moment on, Du Yu’s connection with Saint was completely severed.