Legend Management Bureau Chapter 356

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Nezha stomped on the empty air, and a pair of inline skates abruptly manifested beneath his feet.

Swiping his right hand through the void, he materialized the Fire-Tipped Spear.

The monk standing before him exuded an aura of extreme danger. If he did not go all out right now, he feared he would suffer a crushing defeat.

“Third Prince, there is no need to panic,” Anuruddha smiled gently upon seeing Nezha’s fully armed stance, speaking in a tranquil tone. “My true goal is not to kill you, but to persuade you to join the Ultimate Darkness. My actions just now were merely to demonstrate that your True Samadhi Fire has no effect on me.”

Nezha flashed a profoundly meaningful smile. “Is that so? The Mahakala has taken a liking to me? What do I get if I join you?” he retorted.

Hearing this, Anuruddha’s face instantly lit up with joy, and the True Samadhi Fire burning within his eye sockets flared even brighter. “Third Prince, every Immortal Being in this world is bound by the Dao. To attain the Dao, many spend thousands or even tens of thousands of years in bitter cultivation, but this approach is fundamentally flawed. The Mahakala is the supreme entity that embodies yin and yang, good and evil. He is the Dao. He will grant you the strongest Magical Power, allowing you to bypass the long years of cultivation and ascend to the pinnacle in a single bound. Nothing in this world will ever be able to stand in your way again.”

“Oh?” Nezha furrowed his brows. “Hearing you say that makes me quite disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” Anuruddha was slightly baffled.

“You don’t understand me at all.”

The Universe Ring and the Sky-Muddling Silk circled and danced in the air like two falcons searching for their prey.

“What I want isn’t the Dao, nor spells, nor cultivation, and definitely not some supreme entity.” Nezha smiled as he stared at Anuruddha. “You don’t even know what I desire, yet you claim you want to recruit me. With an approach like that, your success rate is going to be abysmal.”

Anuruddha furrowed his brows, pondering carefully for a moment.

Realization suddenly struck him, and he turned his head to gaze into the distance.

Far away, a figure with the head of a dragon and the body of a man, clad in luxurious robes, was fighting desperately against the enemy.

“Third Prince, I understand now. Someone once caused your bones to be crushed and your body destroyed, forcing you to reconstruct your physical form. You want revenge, don’t you?”

Nezha followed Anuruddha’s gaze. Standing in the distance was the Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Nezha scoffed. “Save your breath. Even without using the True Samadhi Fire, I still have countless Magical Treasures that can put you in the grave.”

Hearing this, Anuruddha sneered. With a wave of his right hand, a massive fireball launched directly toward the Dragon King of the East Sea.

But in the next second, a long spear hurled through the air, violently deflecting the fireball.

The long spear spun continuously as it descended. Nezha flashed forward, snatching the weapon out of the air. He twirled it masterfully in his grip before pointing the tip straight at Anuruddha.

“Blind man, you lied,” Nezha declared, aiming his long spear at Anuruddha. “You claim your title as the First Divine Eye allows you to see right through my heart, yet you failed to see even the most basic truth.”

He jerked his thumb toward the distant Dragon King of the East Sea. “That old man’s kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. I suggest you don’t attack him again.”

“Heh.” Anuruddha let out a cold laugh. “Third Prince, back then you peeled a dragon’s skin, pulled its tendons, and slaughtered Ao Guang’s son. This enraged the Dragon King of the East Sea, leading him to flood Chentang Pass. In the end, it forced you to carve off your own flesh to repay your father, and scrape out your bones to repay your mother. This story is known to all, yet you refuse to admit it?”

“Hahahahaha!” Nezha was so amused by Anuruddha that he burst into uproarious laughter, doubling over. “Blind man, the story you’re talking about is called Nezha Makes a Fuss in the Sea. Even mortal toddlers know it. But I never expected you monks to blindly believe these fairy tales meant to trick children.”

“What?!” Anuruddha stared at Nezha in confusion. “Are you saying… this legend is fake?”

The inline skates on Nezha’s feet instantly spun to life, leaving a blazing trail of fire in their wake.

“Blind man, the legend isn’t exactly fake. If you insist on wording it that way, I suppose it’s not entirely wrong, but the truth is far more complicated. If you survive this battle, I highly recommend you go get a job at the Legend Management Bureau to learn about the true legends of this world.”

Sparks flew as Nezha skated forward, raising his long spear and charging directly at Anuruddha.

Seeing this, Anuruddha wasted no more time on words. He took the prayer beads from his neck and held them defensively in front of him, bracing himself for a brutal clash with the eight-armed Third Prince Nezha.

Just as Nezha closed the distance to a mere six inches from Anuruddha, he pivoted on his toes, and the skates beneath his feet abruptly accelerated.

He slid laterally, instantly bypassing Anuruddha’s front, and thrust his long spear at the monk’s flank from a wicked angle.

With a resounding clang, Anuruddha’s prayer beads drifted over, blocking the spear just in time.

Anuruddha turned his head, his tone freezing over. “Third Prince, what is it that you truly want?”

Nezha let out a cold smirk. Tucking the long spear under his arm, he pulled out a hair tie and gathered his dreadlocks into a high bun before declaring proudly:

“What I want is the supreme ‘trend’.”

…

Meanwhile, Horse Face stood gripping his Nine-Turn Spirit-Cleansing Whip, panting heavily as he glared at the monk before him.

Right now, he just wanted to curse up a storm.

He had intentionally kept a remarkably low profile, sticking to the corners and tangling exclusively with the lowly grunts.

Who could have known he would still be targeted by a heavy hitter?

The monk standing before him had introduced himself as Purna, and shockingly, he was one of the Ten Great Disciples of the Mahakala.

The imposing aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal was absolutely not something a mere True Immortal like him could contend with.

Having barely exchanged a few basic moves, Horse Face knew he was incredibly lucky just to be alive. Hoping for victory was pure fantasy talk.

“This is bad,” Horse Face muttered to himself. “Someone come help me…”

He knew he had only come here to slack off; throwing his life away was completely not worth it.

Just as he was lamenting his fate, he suddenly spotted a burly man flying rapidly toward him from a short distance away.

Straining his eyes to focus, he saw that the burly man was exceptionally tall and sported a pair of bull horns.

“Eh? Third Brother?” Horse Face instantly recognized the approaching figure as Ox Head.

Even though Ox Head’s cultivation wasn’t particularly high either, any extra hand was a blessing at a time like this. If two True Immortals went all out, they might actually stand a chance against a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

“Hey! Third Brother! Hurry over here!” Horse Face waved frantically at Ox Head.

Ox Head’s face immediately lit up with joy. “Fourth Brother?!”

“Third Brother, hurry up and help me…” But before Horse Face could finish his sentence, he suddenly noticed a terrifying figure in hot pursuit right behind Ox Head.

Before he could even process what was happening, Ox Head was already screaming in a panic:

“Fourth Brother, you gotta help me! There’s one of the Ten Great Disciples on my tail, and I forgot to bring my Magical Treasure! I seriously can’t beat him!”