Legend Management Bureau Chapter 301

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After speaking, Saint hurried away with the Seven Holy Heroes. Zhan Qisheng, Zhi Nv, Ying Ning, and the others adjusted their moods, sitting down where they were to quietly wait for those visitors in the sky.

Meanwhile, Du Yu led the Seven Holy Heroes forward on the Dragon Ancestor’s island, fast approaching its center.

“Du Yu!” Xiao Qi exclaimed. “Those Masked Figures are about to reach your island!”

“I know,” Du Yu replied coldly.

Shiranui Jinjiro and Liu Ling were the first to detect numerous bizarre auras approaching. They were just about to turn around when Du Yu stopped them.

“No one look back. Just keep moving forward. We are no match for those people right now,” Du Yu instructed the group, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

The others gave slight nods, though they all prepared themselves for battle.

Xie Yujiao pulled a number of Array Flags from her robes, dropping them along the path.

Liu Ling also took out a jar of Du Kang wine and chugged it clean in a single breath.

A Can and A Kui shielded Xiao Nian behind them. The eight of them quickly formed an impenetrable formation, guarding against any enemies that might strike at a moment’s notice.

It did not take long before Du Yu’s group finally reached the center of the island. They had not expected this densely forested place to hold a massive plaza right in the middle.

At this moment, a gargantuan dragon lay coiled in the center, dozing lightly.

This great dragon was completely different from the legends. It was covered head to toe in shimmering golden scales, with a pair of five-colored wings on its back and five-clawed appendages beneath its body. An aura of profound auspiciousness blanketed it entirely.

As it rested there, it resembled a colossal building, radiating a suppressive pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Even though the group had seen their fair share of the world, facing a divine beast of this caliber for the first time inevitably left them feeling somewhat panicked.

Before they could even collect themselves, Yinglong seemingly sensed something and slowly opened its eyes.

Its massive pupils locked directly onto the group.

Startled, Du Yu swallowed hard and called out, “We pay our respects to the Dragon Ancestor!”

Yinglong cast a lackadaisical glance at Du Yu and parted its jaws slightly. “Scram.”

The Seven Holy Heroes were forced back a step by its world-shaking aura. It seemed Yinglong was not in the best of moods, and persisting to pester it would likely not end well.

They had come here to help family reunite, but how were they supposed to bring that up now?

Yet Du Yu spoke at an unhurried pace, “Please quell your anger, Dragon Ancestor. We cannot leave!”

Hearing Du Yu’s words, Yinglong slowly turned its head, a trace of fury flashing across its visage. “Mere ants dare to defy this Ancestor?”

“We would not dare!” Du Yu said, keeping his head bowed. “It is not that we wish to defy the Dragon Ancestor. We are simply worried about your safety, so we came specifically to protect you!”

Yinglong blinked slowly. “My safety?”

“Exactly!” Du Yu declared. “While the eight of us brothers and sisters were traveling the Nine Provinces, we heard a rumor. Apparently, there is a Dragon Slaying Cult not far from here. This cult is incredibly brazen and actually wants to assassinate the Dragon Ancestor. We were truly worried about your safety, so we rushed here to warn you.”

“A Dragon Slaying Cult…?” Upon hearing this, Yinglong’s expression softened slightly. “For what reason would ants attempt to assassinate this Ancestor?”

“For your wings!” Du Yu pointed at the massive five-colored wings on Yinglong’s back. “They firmly believe that your wings can transcend them to immortality, so they are coming to slay the dragon and steal the wings. You have to believe me, they will be here any second!”

Yinglong paused for a moment. “Why should this Ancestor believe you?”

“It is fine if you do not believe me. You can verify it yourself in just a moment.” Du Yu let out a soft sigh. “As I said, they believe your wings can transcend them to immortality, so the code name for this operation is ‘Du Yu’—which means ‘Transcendence through Wings.’ In a moment, they will charge over to assassinate you while shouting their slogan. You will see immediately whether it is true or false.”

Yinglong snorted a cloud of dragon breath from its nostrils, its expression darkening. “Is that so?! These ants have absolutely no respect for this Ancestor!”

With that, it looked up, and sure enough, a massive group of people was flying through the sky.

In mere moments, those dark silhouettes arrived before them.

Du Yu and the Seven Holy Heroes squinted at the approaching forces, unable to hide their confusion. This vast crowd was entirely made up of monks.

Every single monk had pitch-black skin, looking as though they had been carved out of charcoal. Emitting an aura of pure evil, they lined the sky, numbering a full two hundred.

All the monks brought their hands together in prayer, glaring coldly at the group below.

The leading monk, clad in a black kasaya, took a slight breath and slowly declared, “Du Yu! Prepare to die!”

Du Yu let out a cold chuckle and led the Seven Holy Heroes to step aside, just as Yinglong launched itself into the air behind them!

“Insolent fools!!!”

Yinglong flapped its wings and soared into the sky. The massive gales it generated made it impossible for the numerous monks in the air to hold their positions.

These black-skinned monks had never anticipated such a scene, their expressions turning grim one after another.

The leading monk muttered to himself, “What happened? How did Yinglong get startled?”

In an instant, storm clouds surged from the northwest while thick fog rushed in from the southeast.

A vast expanse of dark clouds gathered, rumbling with the faint crackle of thunder.

“A bunch of wicked humans dare to act insolently before this Ancestor?!” Yinglong was completely enraged, unleashing wave after wave of thunderous dragon roars.

The leading monk frowned as he looked at Yinglong. He naturally knew that the other party was a primordial divine beast with heaven-defying strength, absolutely not something easily dealt with. He could only compromise in this moment. “Please quell your anger, Dragon Ancestor! We had no intention of disturbing you. We are only here for Du Yu!”

The moment he said that, Yinglong became even more infuriated.

“You still dare to mention ‘Du Yu’?!” Yinglong roared in fury. Lightning crashed down from the sky. Several monks could not dodge in time and had their bodies blasted to pieces. “Today, this Ancestor will transcend all of you into ghosts!”

The host of black-skinned monks were truly baffled. Could it be that Yinglong had some sort of relationship with Du Yu?

Du Yu smiled as he led the Seven Holy Heroes to hide off to the side. He then whispered to A Can and A Kui, “Sorry, brothers. We can talk about your origins later. Right now, staying alive comes first!”

The two stared blankly at Du Yu, thinking to themselves that this man was truly impossible to figure out.

…

Buzhou Mountain.

The numerous black-skinned monks slowly halted in the sky, observing the situation below.

Currently, only Zhan Qisheng, Ying Ning, and Qu Xi stood there. Saint and the Seven Holy Heroes were nowhere to be found.

An Arhat acting as the leader glanced around in confusion and asked, “Everyone, is Saint dead?”

Ying Ning took a step forward and snapped fiercely, “Who are you? Why should we tell you?”

“Forget it. Whether Saint is dead or not, you all must die here today.”

The more than two hundred black-skinned monks in the sky were just preparing to make their move when massive waves of magical spells came flying from the distant horizon.

These spells rained down like a torrential storm, blasting straight toward the monks in the air.

The crowd of monks hastily channeled their defensive Cultivation Methods, scrambling to block the attacks. Their formation was instantly scattered.

Zhan Qisheng looked back to see Saint and the Seven Holy Heroes standing beside Houtu. Next to Houtu were Yan Emperor, Zhurong, Gonggong, and a multitude of Cultivators from the Yan Emperor’s tribe.

Houtu hoisted a massive stone machete onto her shoulder and shouted loudly, “National Male Tribe! Are those bald heads the main culprits you mentioned—the ones who instigated the great war between my grandfather and my father?!”