Legend Management Bureau Chapter 349

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Suddenly, a black-clad monk flew straight out of midair, hurtling directly toward Du Yu and his group.

The man had a tall, gaunt figure and unkempt, scattered long hair. He wore loose, baggy clothes and appeared to be one of the Ten Great Disciples of the Buddha.

With a thunderous crash, the figure slammed heavily into the ground.

The group around Du Yu grew incredibly tense, stepping forward in unison.

The newcomer’s expression turned cold. With a mere wave of his hand, a massive gale erupted from his palm, knocking all of the Seven Holy Heroes to the ground with the roaring force of a violent tsunami or a collapsing mountain.

“Du Yu, Mind Purification,” the man said slowly.

It took Xie Yujiao quite a while to climb back to her feet. “This is bad…” she gasped. “He has the cultivation of an Almighty Cultivator.”

“An Almighty Cultivator?” A bead of cold sweat slid down Du Yu’s cheek. “I knew this battle wouldn’t be easy, but I never expected to face such a powerful enemy right from the start.”

The long-haired monk took a few slow steps forward and declared, “I am Maudgalyayana. By the decree of the Mahakala, I am to torment you until your death.”

“Understood, I am on it!”

With that said, Du Yu rolled his wrists. No matter how he looked at it, this was going to be a battle of attrition. Although he could unleash earth-shattering combat power, it was not a sustainable strategy.

Now, he needed to come up with a foolproof plan to survive long enough against this Almighty Cultivator without getting killed.

“Usually, the first one to show up is just cannon fodder,” Du Yu muttered to himself. “Let me use you as a warmup to see exactly what I am capable of right now.”

Maudgalyayana sneered. Black light emanated from his hands. “Du Yu, thoroughly experience the Suffering we have endured.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Maudgalyayana waved his right hand, sending a small cluster of black mist hurtling toward Du Yu.

Du Yu executed his phantom-like movement techniques, dodging several times to no avail. Finally, he channeled the power of Dafeng into his hands, preparing to take the strike head-on.

Just as the black mist closed in on him, Xiao Qi screamed in his earpiece, “Oh no! Du Yu! Do not take that head-on! Maudgalyayana has half a step into the Heavenly Venerable realm. He is the ‘First in Supernatural Powers’ under the Mahavairocana Tathagata!”

Du Yu’s eyebrows shot up. “What the hell?! First in Supernatural Powers? Isn’t his chief disciple, Subhuti, also known as He Suoyi, supposed to be number one?”

Before Xiao Qi could answer, Du Yu’s arms collided with the black mist.

The black mist, which had seemed to travel so slowly, erupted with immense energy the exact moment it touched him.

The violent explosion made Du Yu feel as though he had just blocked an intercontinental cruise missile with his bare arms.

But this black mist was far deadlier than any missile. It triggered a chain of continuous explosions, each wave of force stronger than the last. The sheer impact gradually numbed Du Yu’s arms. Even though he had channeled the combined strength of Zhong Lichun and Zhan Qisheng into his arms, he still could not withstand the attack.

“Hah!” Du Yu roared, summoning Ying Ning’s power. A thick layer of ice rapidly formed over his hands. He was stuck in a perilous stalemate. He could not dodge the black mist, nor could he block it. He had absolutely no idea what kind of logic this attack operated on.

Maudgalyayana watched Du Yu expressionlessly, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face. “The man whom the Mahakala thinks about day and night only possesses this meager level of strength?”

With that, he waved his left hand, and another cluster of black mist, identical to the first, drifted toward Du Yu.

Du Yu was horrified. He was already using all his strength just to hold off a single cluster of mist. If a second one hit him, he would undoubtedly lose his life on the spot.

The Seven Holy Heroes rushed forward to intercept the approaching black mist. Shiranui Jinjiro and Liu Ling led the charge. Moving to the left and right, they reached out, intending to take the blow head-on.

“Do not do it!” Du Yu bellowed. Although he knew Liu Ling and Jinjiro had profound cultivation bases, this black mist was simply too bizarre. “I still have a trump card to save myself. You cannot act recklessly!”

In the brief moment they hesitated, the black mist bypassed them entirely and continued its trajectory toward Du Yu.

Du Yu gritted his teeth tightly. Left with no other options, his only chance of survival was to invite Xing Tian to possess his body.

However, Xing Tian’s power would subject him to a severe backlash.

‘Am I really going to have to play my trump card this early…’

Suddenly, a burst of golden light radiated across the area. A figure plummeted from the sky like a falling comet. Wielding a long polearm, the newcomer swung his blade down in a swift, decisive arc, completely shattering both clusters of black mist.

As the golden light faded, the crowd looked over and realized it was none other than True Lord Erlang, Yang Jian.

He let out a cold scoff and said, “Lackeys should fight lackeys. To directly attempt an assassination on our commander is a bit too unruly, do you not think?”

Maudgalyayana frowned slightly before a wide, arrogant smile spread across his face. “Yang Jian…? You could not even defeat Subhuti. What gives you the right to stand before me?”

“Subhuti…” Yang Jian pondered for a moment. “Are you referring to He Suoyi? Our last magical duel truly left me astonished. I never imagined there was such an expert in this world. Therefore, I have spent the last few months in secluded cultivation, bitterly training to refine my skills without a single moment of rest.”

“Oh?” Maudgalyayana nodded. “I thought this campaign would be dreadfully boring. I did not expect to actually find a worthy opponent.”

Yang Jian ignored Maudgalyayana and instead turned his head to speak to Du Yu. “It is safe now. You all go on ahead.”

Du Yu gave a stunned nod, uttered a brief “Be careful,” and then led the rest of the group away.

Maudgalyayana’s gaze remained fixed on Yang Jian; he did not spare Du Yu a single glance.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Yang Jian, have you ever experienced Suffering?”

“I attained the Dao and became an immortal long ago. I no longer know what Suffering is.” Yang Jian raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword in his hand, aiming the tip directly at Maudgalyayana. “But I do know that you are about to endure it.”

The corners of Maudgalyayana’s mouth curled into an eerie smirk, and he let out a dark chuckle. “Yang Jian, you are lying.”

Yang Jian’s brow furrowed, a trace of anger flashing across his face. “What does it matter to you whether I am lying or not? Take this!”

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword shot forward from Yang Jian’s grip like a venomous snake striking its prey, thrusting straight toward Maudgalyayana’s face.

Maudgalyayana tilted his head to dodge the blow, leaping forward to engage Yang Jian in close combat.

Every strike exchanged between the two carried boundless, majestic power. In the span of just a few blows, the surrounding ground had completely fractured, and deafening explosions rang out incessantly.

But the longer they fought, the more unhinged Maudgalyayana became.

“Yang Jian, the Suffering in your heart can no longer be suppressed!” Maudgalyayana laughed maniacally. “Fall into the Ultimate Darkness with me! Stop acting as a lapdog for Heaven!”

“Nonsense!” Yang Jian shouted, continuing his relentless assault. “I am the True Lord of Manifestation! How could there be Suffering in my heart?”

“I have seen it all!” Maudgalyayana stared straight at Yang Jian, revealing a bone-chilling smile. “Your mother is still imprisoned beneath Peach Mountain to this day. For every person you kill for Heaven, you are allowed to speak a single sentence to her. Am I right?”

Yang Jian clenched his teeth fiercely and roared, “That… that is none of your business!”