Legend Management Bureau Chapter 362

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Yang Jian stood in the center of the dust-filled battlefield, slowly opening his mouth in shock.

He watched the two figures fighting with all their might near Rashomon, too stunned to speak.

Ever since Ibaraki Doji transformed, the tide of battle had turned. The monk, whom neither Yang Jian nor Ibaraki could previously withstand together, was now locked in an even fight against Ibaraki alone.

The clown turned out to be Yang Jian himself.

‘Am I actually the weakest one in this battle…’

Yang Jian had walked through Heaven for many years. Although he was amiable, he always knew that his abilities ranked among the absolute best in Heaven.

But this sense of pride was now completely shattered by a wild monk and a foreign demon.

Yang Jian wanted to help, but he could not find a chance to intervene.

Those two were simply too powerful…

However, the demonic blade in Ibaraki Doji’s hands was incredibly overbearing. Every time it sliced into Maudgalyayana’s flesh, its Demonic Energy would increase a bit more.

Even though Maudgalyayana’s flesh was constantly regenerating, the power of the demonic blade was also continuously growing stronger.

It seemed it was only a matter of time before Ibaraki Doji won.

Yang Jian’s anxious heart was just about to settle when he suddenly noticed something wrong with Ibaraki Doji’s expression. The demon’s own Demonic Energy was gradually thinning out, and even the right hand holding the demonic blade had begun to tremble slightly.

‘It seems that demonic blade isn’t just absorbing Maudgalyayana’s flesh, it’s also draining its user’s Demonic Energy…’

Yang Jian’s expression grew solemn as his right hand tightly gripped his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword…

What should he do now?

Right at this moment, a Voice Transmission rang in Yang Jian’s ears.

“Hello, hello? Can all the Immortal Beings hear me?”

Yang Jian frowned. “Xie Bian?!”

“I am the White Impermanence of the Underworld. I am currently sending a Voice Transmission to all the Immortal Beings of Huaxia. I hope everyone will relay this information to the other allied forces coming to support us. Because the situation is urgent, I will keep it short.”

Yang Jian listened carefully to the Voice Transmission. Curiously, there was someone else beside Xie Bian wailing continuously, sounding incredibly miserable.

Xie Bian continued as if nothing were happening, “I have ‘interrogated’ two monks and obtained a few key pieces of information. First, almost all of the black monks were originally Mortals. They only gained their cultivation overnight due to the charity of Mahakala. Therefore, their spell usage, combat experience, and True Qi techniques are all at the level of Mortals. Their ‘True Immortals’ are only comparable to ordinary ‘High Immortals’, and their ‘Great Luo Golden Immortals’ can only match ordinary ‘True Immortals’, and so on. Whether in numbers or cultivation, we far surpass them. Everyone just needs to handle them carefully, and this battle will soon result in victory!”

Yang Jian furrowed his brows slightly. He felt there was a flaw in Xie Bian’s words.

If these people were really as weak as he claimed, then what in the world was the Maudgalyayana standing before him?

Yang Jian was at the same realm as his opponent, yet he had not managed to gain the slightest advantage.

‘Has my cultivation really regressed?’

Xie Bian continued, “Second point. I hope all Immortal Beings at or above the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm will pay attention. Among the hundred thousand enemies, there are only ‘four’ individuals whose strength is extraordinarily profound. They are not ‘half-baked monks’ who joined midway, but genuine experts who have believed in Mahakala since a long time ago. If there are Great Luo Golden Immortals near these four, please consider teaming up to kill them. I will now broadcast the names of these four.”

Yang Jian froze. There were only four experts?

‘Could this person in front of me be…?’

“The first is one of the Eighteen Arhat Venerables, known as the River-Crossing Arhat.

The second is one of the Ten Great Disciples, known as Anuruddha.

The third is one of the Ten Great Disciples, known as Subhuti.

The fourth, and currently the strongest known entity aside from Mahakala himself, is one of the Ten Great Disciples, known as Maudgalyayana.”

Yang Jian frowned. “So that’s how it is.”

“If any Immortal Beings find themselves engaged with the four individuals mentioned above, please seek help from other Immortal Beings immediately. Do not take reckless risks, and do not fight them alone. Over.”

After hearing this, Yang Jian sensed the situation was dire. He quickly looked around, wanting to seek the help of other Immortal Beings.

However, his current position was rather awkward; the majority of those nearby were Yokai from Fusang.

He knew that ordinary Yokai couldn’t possibly contend with Maudgalyayana. Calling them over would just be sending them to die in vain.

“Ah! I almost forgot!” Xie Bian’s Voice Transmission rang out once again. “I will also share two pieces of information scouted by the Black Impermanence. First, the black monks can use a spell that causes people to turn against their allies, so please maintain your state of mind. Second, if the enemy uses Illusion Transformation to turn into a giant Buddha, the giant Buddha will violently explode when their main body dies. Over, truly over this time.”

Right at this moment, a man dressed in black, who had been sitting on a motorcycle not far away, stretched his neck and walked toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked closely and saw that this person was carrying a large wine Gourd on his back.

He had been smoking on the sidelines all this time, completely ignoring the battle. It was unclear what his intentions were now.

“Ibaraki, open the gate,” the man said.

Hearing this, Ibaraki Doji turned his head back and said in confusion, “Shuten, if I withdraw Rashomon, I won’t be able to suppress this monk!”

“It’s fine. I won’t let him run away.” Shuten Doji spat the cigarette in his mouth onto the ground. “I feel this bastard’s strength isn’t that simple. He’s still holding something back. Stop tangling with him.”

A trace of unwillingness appeared on Ibaraki’s face after hearing this, but he still obeyed Shuten Doji’s command. With a wave of his hand, he deactivated the array surrounding Rashomon.

The entire Rashomon also sank back into the ground.

Maudgalyayana looked at Ibaraki and Shuten with a completely normal expression and said, “Now this is more like it. There should be another ten or twenty Yokai of your realm coming at me. Otherwise, this lowly monk will not be fully satisfied.”

“Oh?” Shuten sneered. “In that case, I will satisfy you.”

As soon as his voice fell, several powerful Yokai nearby simultaneously felt Shuten’s summon. One after another, they abandoned their current enemies and rushed straight toward Shuten’s direction.

In just a brief moment, over twenty black-clad Yokai stood behind Shuten.

If Maudgalyayana were familiar with Fusang culture, he would probably have been able to tell at a glance that the twenty-plus Yokai before him were all illustrious figures of Fusang.

There were Monster Entities that lived in seclusion deep within the mountains, such as Yamabiko, Mikoshi-nyudo, and Itsumade.

There were famous water ghosts like Kawa-akago, Hyosube, and Nure-onna.

There were even Yokai like Kukuribaba, Terakiyote, and Nodera-bo, who specialized in killing monks, making this an extremely targeted lineup.

Looking closely, Maudgalyayana’s expression finally darkened.

Although he did not recognize the names of these Yokai, every single one of them was exuding Demonic Energy that surged toward the heavens.

Earlier, just one Ibaraki Doji possessed immense supernatural power after transforming. If the twenty-plus people in front of him all ‘released their true forms’ simultaneously, he would undoubtedly die.

Fortunately, he knew that the more arrogant and prideful young people were, the more importance they placed on ‘martial ethics.’

Presumably, these twenty-plus individuals would come up to die one by one. Thinking about it this way, his ability to endlessly heal his injuries still gave him a slight advantage.

“Which of you will come to accept death first?” Maudgalyayana asked coldly.

Shuten turned his head back and said to the crowd, “Attack together. Beat him to a pulp for me.”

“Wh-what?!” Maudgalyayana subconsciously took a step back. “So many of you are going to gang up on this lowly monk? Is Fusang’s ‘Bushido’ really this disgraceful?”

“Bushido?” Shuten Doji was visibly stunned for a moment before letting out an arrogant smile. “Hahahahaha! Monk, who do you think we are? We are Yokai from Legends who murder and eat people!”