Legend Management Bureau Chapter 345

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“Du Yu! Let me ask you this. You dismissed all the Immortal Deities and Underworld Messengers, gave up your right to use the Eight Directions Ghost Record, and stayed here all alone. Are you not just waiting for death?”

Du Yu silently shook his head and replied, “Old He, I am not waiting to die. I am waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?” He Suoyi looked at Du Yu in confusion. “Waiting for me to do what?”

“There is something I must tell you no matter what. If I do not say it, I will not have any peace of mind.” Du Yu lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. “You left in such a hurry last time that I never had the chance to say it, so I really need to make up for it now.”

“Oh?” He Suoyi’s interest was immediately piqued. He smiled and said, “Then I really want to hear it. What exactly do you have to say?”

Du Yu took a deep breath and declared with absolute composure, “He Suoyi, I formally announce that you have been fired from the Legend Management Bureau.”

After those words, the atmosphere fell exceptionally silent.

He Suoyi’s eyes went wide, staring as if he were looking at a fool.

It did not take long before he slapped his thigh and burst into laughter. “Hahahahaha! Utterly fascinating! Absolutely hilarious!”

“Du Yu, is this the only last word you could think of with death staring you in the face?” He Suoyi retorted.

“Not really.” Du Yu rolled his neck to loosen up. “Seeing as you had no intention of killing me for half the day, I figured I would find a way to chat with you a bit more.”

“And then?” He Suoyi sneered. “Now that you have said your piece, will the outcome change?”

Du Yu began rolling his wrists. He threw a sidelong glance at He Suoyi and said, “Old He, I am done talking nonsense with you. Are you going to kill me or not?”

He Suoyi raised an eyebrow, somewhat bewildered. “And if I do not kill you, what do you plan to do?”

An eerie smile crept onto the corners of Du Yu’s mouth.

“Old He, if you are not going to kill me, then I am going to kill you.”

Before He Suoyi could even react, Du Yu instantly lunged forward.

His right hand, hidden behind his back, erupted with a brilliant burst of golden light!

He Suoyi’s expression shifted drastically. Just as he tried to circulate his defensive mantra, a thunderous punch smashed ruthlessly into his jaw.

A sickening crack echoed as He Suoyi was sent flying heavily through the air, kicking up a cloud of dust when he crashed into the ground.

In the distance, the giant black Buddha paused slightly upon seeing this scene.

It took He Suoyi quite a while to struggle back to his feet. Cupping his face, he could not figure out how Du Yu’s punch had just shattered his jawbone completely.

“What the hell…” He Suoyi demanded, his words slurring. “You did not give up the Eight Directions Ghost Record?!”

“Take a guess.” Du Yu gave a wicked grin. “Who knows, maybe that punch came from my own cultivation base?”

“Bullshit!” He Suoyi spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. “It has barely been a few months since we parted ways. How could you possibly send me flying with your own strength?!”

“Oh? Is it really that hard to achieve?” Du Yu rubbed his head and chuckled. “Since you put it that way, I will stop pretending. The seven of them are indeed with me. I threw that punch on behalf of Zhan Qisheng.”

“You!” He Suoyi turned his head in a panic, glancing toward Mahakala, but Mahakala remained perfectly still.

He Suoyi took a deep breath, realizing he was getting flustered. So what if Du Yu had not abandoned the Eight Directions Ghost Record? With just him and seven Evil Ghosts, how could they possibly break through an encirclement of a hundred thousand people?

“It seems you want to put up a desperate fight.” He Suoyi’s figure gradually turned pitch-black. “You might not know this, but this kind of injury is not even worth mentioning to me.”

As he finished speaking, a series of sharp crunches echoed from his jaw, as if the bones were resetting themselves.

“Do not delay any longer. Let him die.” Mahakala’s ethereal voice descended from the sky, carrying an overwhelming aura of authority.

He Suoyi nodded, instantly using his Illusion Transformation to manifest a massive Buddha behind him.

This Buddha stood roughly ten feet tall, but compared to the colossal Mahakala behind him, it looked like a mere toy.

Du Yu smiled faintly and mimicked Mahakala’s tone, saying, “Since that is the case, let us not delay either. Let them all die.”

As soon as those words fell, nine explosive thunderbolts roared through the sky simultaneously, striking straight down toward Mahakala.

Mahakala’s expression turned frigid. Forming a lotus seal with his hands and softly chanting a Buddhist sutra, a pitch-black energy barrier surfaced around his body, deflecting the nine bolts of heavenly lightning.

“The Western Queen Mother’s Nine Heavens Divine Thunder…”

Before he could even let his guard down, a massive barrage of machetes forged from sand and stone suddenly blasted out from just behind Du Yu, sweeping toward Mahakala like a violent rainstorm.

He Suoyi was greatly alarmed by the sight. This was the very technique that had nearly claimed his life back then—Lady Houtu’s signature move, Myriad Things Kill!

Mahakala’s enormous body had practically become a living target. As he warded off the flying blades, he constantly scanned his surroundings but failed to spot a single silhouette.

Seeing that the situation was turning sour, the numerous monks surrounding them hastily flew toward the ground. Since they could not see where the enemy was hiding, the only thing they could do now was secure Du Yu’s head as quickly as possible.

But right then, a massive Precious Sword abruptly shot out from the direction of the Legend Management Bureau building.

The Precious Sword was pitch-black all over, and engraved upon its blade were five bold characters: Taiyi Demon-Sweeping Sword.

“Taiyi Demon-Sweeping Heavenly Venerate?!”

A Masked Figure, a lay cultivator with uncut hair, stared in disbelief at the giant sword above his head. He immediately flew forward to block the strike for the group, only for both of his arms to be cleanly sliced off in the process.

He let out a wail of agony and hastily channeled dark energy into his stumps, using Illusion Transformation to manifest a pair of pure black arms.

Mahakala was utterly baffled. Just before arriving here, he had specifically asked Time, and it was confirmed that all these Immortal Beings at the Heavenly Venerable level were supposed to be at Kunlun Mountain!

Right as the crowd fell into a panic, three figures conspicuously materialized in the sky.

One of them was a white-haired elder with the transcendent aura of a celestial being. Standing in the middle of the trio, he gently stroked his beard, grasping a Purple Gold Red Gourd in his hand.

The man on the left was also an elder. Cloaked in a long robe, he glared at Mahakala with intense solemnity and a hint of anger, gripping a God-Beating Whip.

Meanwhile, the person on the right appeared slightly younger. He held no Magical Treasure in his hands, but his waist was completely lined with Storage Bags.

The moment He Suoyi caught sight of their faces, he gasped sharply.

“The Three Purities…!”

The so-called Three Purities were none other than the three supreme deities of the Immortal Realm: the Heavenly Venerable of the Dao and its Virtue, the Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning, and the Heavenly Venerable of Spiritual Treasure.

Every single one of them possessed the power to destroy the heavens and decimate the earth.

The Heavenly Venerable of Spiritual Treasure scratched his head, looking completely exasperated. “I say, even that reclusive old scoundrel, the Taiyi Demon-Sweeping Heavenly Venerate, showed up. Is there really any need for us to intervene? I think it is still early. Let us go drink some wine and play a game of chess.”

“Do not underestimate the situation,” the Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning said, waving a hand dismissively. “The Immortal Realm has not experienced such a massive invasion in a very long time. Besides, only one of the two reclusive great deities has revealed himself. The other one has yet to…”

Before the Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning could finish speaking, clusters of starlight lit up the distant horizon, and a bare-chested man descended, stepping upon countless stars.

“Great Emperor Gouchen has arrived!”

“Well, that settles it.” The Heavenly Venerable of Spiritual Treasure took another step back and declared, “Both of those reclusive old scoundrels have made an appearance. There is absolutely nothing left for me to do.”