Legend Management Bureau Chapter 347

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He Suoyi stared blankly at Du Yu, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he smiled faintly and said, “Du Yu, I must admit, you truly threw us into disarray, but that is all.”

“Oh?” Du Yu looked at He Suoyi with keen interest. “Old He, is there some flaw in my plan?”

“Not at all,” He Suoyi nodded in admiration. “From every angle, this plan of yours is absolutely perfect. You bypassed all of our surveillance points in an attempt to ambush us. In all of past history, we were always the ones launching the ambushes, but this time, the tables have turned.”

“Yeah, isn’t that nice?” Du Yu replied with a smile. “You thought you had me surrounded, but in reality, we have surrounded you…”

“But have you ever considered one problem?” He Suoyi interrupted. “Why is it that in every version of history, Mahakala always wins?”

Du Yu furrowed his brows and slightly opened his mouth. “What do you mean by that?”

He Suoyi looked up at the massive Buddha statue and declared, “Because no matter how you respond, you will never defeat this person. You will never defeat Mahakala.”

Du Yu followed He Suoyi’s gaze into the distance. “Is that so? We can never defeat this black Buddha no matter what we do?”

With those words, he transformed into a streak of black light and approached Mahakala’s side.

Mahakala slowly opened his pitch-black eyes and looked at the immortal beings in the sky, numbering over a hundred. He then let out a sigh and murmured, “My Buddha is merciful. Today, another hundred immortal beings shall fall.”

He formed a lotus hand seal and quietly spat out two words: “Commence battle.”

As soon as his voice faded, the numerous black-clad monks each utilized Illusion Transformation to conjure a black Buddha. A staggering hundred thousand black Buddhas hovered in the sky, radiating an aura of death.

Dressed entirely in black, Fan Wujiu cracked his neck, rested his soul-reaping chain on his shoulder, and said coldly, “A hundred against a hundred thousand. Not difficult. It will be enough if each of us kills a thousand.”

Xie Bi’an helplessly shook his head beside him. “I say, Old Eight, do you think we are slaughtering mortals? We are facing a hundred thousand immortal beings!”

“They are High Immortals, and I am a True Immortal,” Fan Wujiu replied coldly. “I am one rank above them.”

“Are you stupid?!” Xie Bi’an roared. “Is this an issue of immortal ranks?! It is an issue of numbers, sheer numbers!”

“Then do not move. I will kill two thousand.”

Xie Bi’an looked at this blockhead before him with absolute exasperation. This guy always gave him so much cause for worry.

Several Heavenly Venerables gradually gathered together, standing off against the monks.

Clad in silver combat armor, Taiyi Demon-Sweeping Heavenly Venerate stood next to Queen Mother of the West and said, “Little Yao, do not move later. I will slaughter twenty thousand in your stead.”

“I do not need you to lift a finger,” Queen Mother of the West stated coldly. “With that free time, you would be better off protecting those juniors.”

“Juniors need plenty of tempering to have any hope of advancement. They have lived far too peacefully over these past few millennia, and the number of those who have broken through to Great Luo Golden Immortal is abysmally small. This is an excellent opportunity,” Taiyi Demon-Sweeping Heavenly Venerate declared, resting his giant sword on his shoulder.

“That may be true, but I will not permit them to fall,” Queen Mother of the West said. “While you slay our enemies, you must protect the various juniors for me.”

Great Emperor Gouchen, who had not spoken for a long while, stepped on starlight beside them and spoke up, “Younger Sister, you have never experienced a battlefield of a hundred thousand people engaging in magical combat, have you? In a situation like this, let alone protecting juniors, simply protecting oneself is no easy feat.”

Queen Mother of the West slightly furrowed her brows upon hearing this.

Gouchen then asked, “Will we have any reinforcements?”

“I do not know,” Queen Mother of the West replied. “I merely learned that an enemy was invading and sent voice transmissions to the few of you, that is all. I did not even know the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals behind me would come.”

“I see.” Gouchen nodded. “Your various factions are all independent of one another…”

By now, the hundred thousand monks in the sky had finished gathering their power and charged relentlessly toward the hundred or so immortal beings in the air.

But right at that moment, an explosive clap of thunder unexpectedly echoed through the sky once more.

The thunderbolt smashed right into the multitude of monks, instantly shattering their formation.

“Oh?” Taiyi Demon-Sweeping Heavenly Venerate looked at Queen Mother of the West. “Little Yao, your cultivation base has grown even more refined. To think you can unleash the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder without even moving a muscle?”

Queen Mother of the West sighed helplessly and said, “Open your old eyes and look closely. That is not my Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.”

Everyone looked toward where the thunder had struck, only to see a white cloud drifting across the sky. Standing upon that white cloud were countless figures.

Upon closer inspection, however, the clothing and style of the people on that white cloud did not look like they belonged to Huaxia. Every single one of them merely had a few pieces of white cloth draped simply over their bodies.

“Oh…?” Queen Mother of the West raised her brows slightly. “So that is how it is…”

The white cloud flew closer and closer. A woman stood proudly at the forefront, gripping a scepter of lightning. She shouted at the top of her lungs once more, “The power of thunder!”

Another explosive bolt of lightning crashed down among the many monks.

“I am Empress Medusa!” the leading woman bellowed. “I bring the Gods of Olympus to support our benefactor!”

The various immortal beings of Huaxia looked up, absolutely astounded. There were at least ten thousand Greek immortal beings coming to their aid.

“Heh,” Queen Mother of the West chuckled. “They certainly made a grand entrance, but out of all these people, only Medusa has a cultivation base worth looking at.”

Immediately afterward, a massive wave surged through the sky from the northeast. Within the crashing surf, countless figures could be seen moving about.

Six individuals bore the brunt at the forefront of the wave. The two leaders were actually A Can and A Kui, and trailing right behind them were the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas. Behind the Dragon Kings were tens of thousands of crab generals.

“Brother Yu, we are here!”

Looking due south, a massive cluster of golden light spilled down. The eight-armed Third Prince Nezha and his father, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing, rode a cloud downward, arriving fashionably late with a full ten thousand heavenly generals at their backs.

“Big Brother Trend, I am here!”

At that moment, the stones on the ground trembled slightly, spontaneously assembling themselves into a massive Portal.

A person poked her head out from the doorway, looking around in all directions. Taking a closer look, it was none other than Shiranui Asuka.

She giggled and dashed over to Du Yu’s side. “Senior Du Yu, are you alright?”

Du Yu let out a helpless sigh. “I am doing just fine.”

“If that is the case, then we are coming out~”

With that said, Shiranui Asuka clapped her hands. Shuten Doji slowly walked out of the door, though unlike before, he was not wearing a student uniform, but rather an entirely black leather outfit.

He looked at Du Yu and said, “Brother, I asked you to join my ‘Armed Yokai Coalition’ earlier, but you kept putting off giving me an answer. Let us take this opportunity to show you our true strength.”