Legend Management Bureau Chapter 320

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A Can stared blankly for a moment. He looked at You Si, his lips moving slightly as he asked, “A’jiao, you can save Saint?”

Shiranui Asuka finally snapped back to reality and roared, “Brother A Can, she isn’t Sister Xie Yujiao!”

“Not A’jiao? Then who is it?”

Before A Can could process this, You Si had already arrived right in front of him.

“It doesn’t matter who I am, I truly want to save him!” You Si shoved A Can aside. A small black veil manifested from her hand once more as she attempted to envelop both herself and Saint within it.

“Don’t you dare!” Shiranui Asuka frantically sprinted forward. “She is the enemy! You cannot let her touch Saint!”

Even if A Can didn’t fully grasp the entirety of her words, he still understood A’xiang’s intention perfectly.

The woman standing before them absolutely harbored malicious intentions.

A Kui also arrived at A Can’s side at that moment. With a single strike, he shattered You Si’s Array Formation. The two brothers glared at You Si in unison and declared, “Give up. We will not let you anywhere near Saint.”

“Are you both fools?!” You Si shrieked. “This man burned his very life force to unleash that mountain-cleaving strike, and his soul is dissipating as we speak! If he doesn’t receive my help, he will absolutely die!”

“We do not need your concern,” A Can retorted. “If you hadn’t come over to cause trouble just now, we would have already saved him!”

“How stubborn!” You Si snapped anxiously.

As the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

Lady Houtu and Du Kang, who had previously been battling the Dragon-Taming Arhat, came chasing after them. Du Kang also recognized You Si at a mere glance.

Meanwhile, Taming Dragon and Cangjie temporarily ceased their skirmish behind them, realizing that they both shared a common enemy at this moment—You Si.

Coupled with A Can and A Kui guarding Saint, You Si now had to face six opponents all at once.

“Do not regret this!” You Si hissed through clenched teeth.

“From the look of it, you seem far more anxious than we are,” A Can replied coldly. “Tell us, why are you so desperate to get close to Saint? And where is Xie Yujiao?”

You Si scoffed. “Give up. Xie Yujiao no longer exists in this world.”

She knew she could not gain any sort of advantage in the current situation, nor could she ask Saint the questions she harbored. Her only option was to leap into the air and flee into the distance.

“This Old Lady will go deal with her!” Houtu also leaped up, but was immediately stopped by Du Kang.

“Houtu, beware of the strategy to lure the tiger from the mountain! Just stand guard here!”

After ensuring Houtu was settled, the group threw themselves back into the Battlefield.

Less than a minute later, black light coalesced in the sky; the soul-summoning grand array had officially activated.

“It is done!” A Can and A Kui announced simultaneously. “Lady Houtu! Let us leave this place!”

Before Houtu could even process what was happening, the two brothers grabbed her and dragged her away from Saint.

In the blink of an eye, Saint vanished from the spot.

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Dragon Ancestor Island.

Du Yu gazed at the sky, exceptionally anxious.

The heavens were entirely covered in rifts one moment, only to return to a pristine state the next.

It was as though they were violently fluctuating at a bizarre critical point.

“It seems the battle at Buzhou Mountain is incredibly fierce…” Du Yu muttered to himself. “Every single action they take is affecting the outcome on our side…”

“Ah! Senior Du Yu!” Shiranui Asuka shrieked, pointing her finger forward.

Following Asuka’s finger, Du Yu realized that the multitude of monks had already shattered Yinglong’s defenses. A massive barrage of spells blasted directly into Yinglong’s body. In an instant, dragon blood splattered and scales scattered everywhere.

“Roar!”

Yinglong let out a mournful howl. Its massive wings flapped weakly, and its entire body was actually blasted back by over thirty feet.

“Everyone,” Du Yu said with a solemn expression. “Saint and Old Zhan have already worked hard enough on their end. From here on out, we need to buy some time for ourselves.”

“Buy time for ourselves?”

Du Yu’s gaze shifted as he slowly stepped forward. “Yinglong cannot be allowed to fall here. Otherwise, we will all die before Nüwa makes her appearance.”

“Indeed,” Shiranui Jinjiro agreed, nodding. “If we join forces with that giant dragon right now, both sides will have a glimmer of hope for survival. Otherwise, if the dragon falls, we die.”

The group cast worried glances toward the distant Battlefield. Although Yinglong had slain more than half of its enemies, there were still dozens of formidable-looking black-clad monks standing tall.

Liu Ling also stepped up at this moment, declaring, “If we don’t kill these people now, we will still have to kill them five days from now. Whether we kill them early or later, they still have to die. Do not hesitate.”

Du Yu and the Seven Holy Heroes made up their minds, slowly marching forward.

Every single action they took within this Legend was a massive risk, but compared to the Battlefield at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, they were already quite lucky.

“Hey! Big Dragon!” Du Yu shouted. “We’re here to help!”

Yinglong turned its head with great difficulty and muttered in a low voice, “You mortals actually haven’t left?”

Ever since its birth, Yinglong had rarely experienced such a life-and-death crisis. Its previously untamed and arrogant attitude had largely vanished. Even when looking at Du Yu and his group of strangers, the dragon’s eyes lit up as if it were gazing upon its saviors.

Rotating his wrists to warm up, Du Yu replied, “What kind of talk is that? Didn’t I already tell you? We are here to protect you.”

With that said, Du Yu let out a cold snort, leaped into the air, and aimed a flying kick directly at one of the monks.

It was at this moment that the monks finally remembered that their ultimate target was Du Yu, not this meddlesome Yinglong in front of them!

“We don’t have enough manpower… should we call for reinforcements?” a monk asked the leading monk.

“What nonsense are you spouting?!” the leading monk bellowed furiously. “Our only opponents are Du Yu and the Seven Holy Heroes! We have already lost more than half of our forces, and now you want to request backup? If Mahakala finds out about this, what will we do?!”

Hearing their leader’s words, the remaining dozens of monks all revealed troubled expressions.

It was true; their mission was supposed to be far simpler than that of the monks stationed beneath Buzhou Mountain.

But they had completely ruined it.

Perhaps no one could have ever anticipated that Du Yu would actually use Yinglong as his hired muscle.

For the black-clad monks before them, their only option was to kill Du Yu as quickly as possible and then seek forgiveness from Mahakala.

Before the leading monk could even issue his command, he immediately spotted Xie Yujiao standing behind Du Yu.

“Mother?” The monk’s brow furrowed slightly before a broad smile spread across his face. “Excellent… Half of you will go kill Du Yu, and the other half will kill ‘Mother’. Hopefully, this will allow us to redeem ourselves so that Mahakala might deal with us leniently.”

“Wh… what?” Xie Yujiao paused in shock, pointing a finger at herself. “Me? You… you people are incredibly impolite. I have never been married, so why are you calling me ‘Mother’?”

The monks offered no reply; they simply surged forward in a frenzy.

Du Yu’s face turned icy as he ordered, “Half of you come with me, and the other half protect A’jiao.”

After striking a cool pose, he glanced back and realized that exactly “half” of the group had indeed followed him.

The drunkard Liu Ling, the troublemaker Shiranui Asuka, and the Mortal Xiao Nian.

Meanwhile, the other three who actually looked somewhat capable were all currently protecting Xie Yujiao…

Du Yu cast a helpless look at Jin Jianglang, A Can, and A Kui.

“No way… I was just saying that casually. Why did you guys take it so seriously?”