Legend Management Bureau Chapter 389

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Du Yu took a few deep breaths, raised his hand, and viciously slapped himself twice across the face.

“Calm down!” Du Yu muttered to himself.

‘This massive Buddha must have a weakness!’

‘If he is truly this powerful, why would he bring so many followers along?’

‘If he is truly invincible, why is he hesitating to attack?’

Just then, a black dot rapidly approached from the distance.

Du Yu focused his gaze and realized it was the very Arhat who had been fighting the Dragon King of the East Sea and the True God of the Department of Thunder.

Seeing Du Yu there, the Arhat furrowed his brows in confusion, but quickly gathered his wits and bowed respectfully to Mahakala.

Mahakala’s pupils silently shifted toward the Arhat. “Speak,” he commanded.

“Make a decision?”

Displeasure was evident in Mahakala’s voice.

“River-Crossing Arhat, what decision do you suggest I make?”

“This humble monk dares not speak out of turn!” the River-Crossing Arhat replied, his voice trembling. “The current battle is severe, so this humble monk came specifically to report.”

Upon hearing this, Mahakala twitched his fingers slightly, and two more figures flew over from the distance.

Du Yu quickly turned to look. He initially wanted to leap over and rescue them, but he realized the two incoming figures were merely ordinary celestial generals.

He had never met these two celestial generals before and had no idea what Mahakala was planning.

He watched as Mahakala reached out and caught the two celestial generals. Before they could even react, the massive hand clenched into a fist, crushing the two men within its grasp.

The next instant, pitch-black flames erupted, engulfing Mahakala’s entire hand.

Surprisingly, the blazing flames emitted no heat. Instead, they radiated a bone-chilling cold so oppressive that it forced Du Yu to stumble back a few steps.

It didn’t take long for the black flames to dissipate, and Mahakala silently opened his hand.

Du Yu’s eyes widened in shock.

Standing right in the center of that massive palm were two monks clad in black.

Just moments ago, they had been celestial generals in golden armor, but now they were two black-clad monks!

Taking a closer look, Du Yu gasped in horror.

He had seen both of these monks before!

One of them was the monk named Maudgalyayana. At the start of the battle, this monk who called himself Maudgalyayana had charged straight for Du Yu. He was later intercepted by Yang Jian and ultimately slain by the combined efforts of the numerous Fusang yokai.

Du Yu didn’t know the other monk’s name, but he sensed an aura practically identical to the fire-wielding monk who had fought Nezha. In the final moments of that battle, Nezha had transformed into a flaming lotus, presumably burning together with that monk.

These two were supposedly among the most highly cultivated of the Ten Great Disciples, and both of them should have been dead!

Mahakala stated quietly, “As long as I exist, the Ten Great Disciples will never disappear.”

Maudgalyayana stretched his limbs and asked, “My Buddha, should we kill Du Yu first?”

“There is no need,” Mahakala replied. “Continue slaughtering the immortal beings of Huaxia. Even trading a life for a life is acceptable.”

Receiving their orders, the two monks shot a cold glare at Du Yu before soaring into the sky.

The River-Crossing Arhat didn’t dare linger either. After bowing in farewell to Mahakala, he hurriedly departed.

Du Yu frowned in thought, feeling as though he had grasped a crucial clue.

Mahakala shifted his gaze back to Du Yu and spoke in a slow, measured tone, “Du Yu, do you still not understand? I can bestow immense suffering upon anyone in this world. Once they endure enough suffering, they become my disciples. It is absolutely impossible for you to defeat me.”

“Is that so?” Du Yu’s eyes turned icy. “Old Dark One, according to you, you’re invincible and have countless disciples. If that’s the case… why don’t you personally wipe out all the immortal beings? Why go through the trouble of doing these extreme one-for-one trades?”

Hearing Du Yu’s words, Mahakala unexpectedly fell silent for a moment.

Knowing his deduction was on the right track, Du Yu continued, “Old Dark One, I was just thinking… why would you rather kill Sister Qianqiu and Xiao Qi from so far away instead of killing me first?”

Mahakala remained silent for another moment before asking, “And why do you think that is?”

“Because you can’t kill me,” Du Yu declared. “Although I don’t know the exact reason, you were clearly making an example out of them. You want me to give up resisting. But you’ve underestimated me. Using this kind of tactic only proves that you don’t want to fight me, or rather… you’re afraid of me. You think that if we fight, it will very likely be to your disadvantage.”

“Nonsense!” Mahakala exclaimed, his sudden shout causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Du Yu was stunned; he hadn’t anticipated such a reaction from Mahakala at all.

His tone sounded exactly like a child who was on the verge of losing an argument.

Though somewhat puzzled, Du Yu steadied his nerves and continued, “I’m not an immortal deity, so why would you be afraid of me? Thinking about it carefully, you’re probably not afraid of me, but of my abilities. I currently carry the power of seven people on me. Which of these abilities are you afraid of?”

Mahakala’s aura became noticeably chaotic.

His thoughts had been seen through, and his pupils darted back and forth as he stared at Du Yu.

“Since I can’t guess it… I might as well unleash all seven powers and test them on you one by one. How does that sound?”

Without waiting for Mahakala to respond, various magical spells flared up around Du Yu’s body and blasted straight toward the giant Buddha’s eyes.

…

Saint slowly opened his eyes and asked sluggishly, “Xiao Qi, how long have I been asleep?”

He waited a moment, but not a single sound echoed through the room.

Feeling that something was wrong, Saint fought through the pain to sit up, looking around in bewilderment.

“Xiao Qi?”

In front of him sat the sole Legend device, but there was no sign of Xiao Qi.

“What’s going on?” Saint looked further into the distance and called out softly, “A Can, A Kui, A’xiang, where did you go?”

Silence.

“Brother A’xiang, Xiao Nian, Liu Ling?”

Still silence.

After five seconds of dead silence, a deep sense of unease welled up in his heart. Saint immediately tried to stand, but his weak limbs caused him to crash heavily to the floor.

Ignoring the pain, he practically crawled over to the device to check the screen.

Du Yu was going all out, unleashing every magical spell in his arsenal in a head-on clash with Mahakala.

Saint’s eyes slowly widened in horror.

‘When did this happen?’

‘Has Du Yu already started fighting Mahakala?’

The moment the fight broke out, everyone around Saint had vanished.

There could only be one reason for this: they had faded away in the ‘past’.

This meant that it wouldn’t be long before the world-ending calamity arrived.

And this time, the devastation was far more absolute.

Not only would the Seven Holy Heroes cease to exist, but even Du Yu himself might vanish forever.