Legend Management Bureau Chapter 363

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“Excuse me, have you seen a man who looks like this? His hair is about this long…” Medusa constantly gestured with her hands. “He is roughly this tall…”

After saying that, she gestured at Du Yu’s height and added, “His eyes are very clear, and he smells quite nice.”

“I do not know!” a monk standing before Medusa snapped irritably. “Where do you think you are?! You came here just to look for someone?”

Medusa’s expression dimmed. “Is that so… You haven’t seen him either? Then where did he go? I just saw him a moment ago, how strange…”

“How careless!” The monk gathered a majestic surge of black energy in his hands and struck directly at Medusa.

Medusa waved her hand in exasperation. A terrifying bolt of heavenly lightning descended from the sky, instantly blasting the monk into ashes.

“What a nuisance… I have to kill everyone I ask. I’ve already killed over a hundred people, yet I still haven’t found him…” Medusa glanced around helplessly. “Has Du Yu already left?”

A pair of wings sprouted from Medusa’s ankles, and she slowly flew forward, only to suddenly have her wrist grabbed by someone.

“Save… save me!”

“Please, save me!”

The Heavenly General’s face looked very strange. Aside from the blood, it was actually covered in beads of water. His hands were ice-cold as he desperately gripped Medusa’s wrist. He knew Medusa wasn’t a black monk, so she had to be an ally.

Medusa revealed a look of utter disdain. With a cold snort, her eyes shifted slightly, and the Immortal Being before her immediately turned into a solid block of stone, plummeting rapidly toward the ground.

A short while later, a heavy thud echoed from the ground below. It sounded as though he had shattered into countless pieces.

“To dare touch me, how insolent.”

She pulled a handkerchief from her robes and meticulously wiped her wrist, muttering to herself, “No one has touched me since the Temple of Athena. You certainly had a lot of nerve.”

“Amitabha.” A clear voice rang out from the side, and Medusa finally noticed another monk standing nearby. “Female benefactor, you appear different from the rest.”

Medusa paused, then took a step forward and asked, “You, have you seen a man like this? His hair is about this long…”

Just as she had done over a hundred times before, she asked the monk standing in front of her.

“Amitabha. This poor monk has never seen such a person.” The monk bowed respectfully to Medusa, then added, “Female benefactor, seeing your extraordinary skills, this poor monk has a question to ask.”

“Unnecessary.”

Medusa waved her hand, and another bolt of heavenly lightning struck down.

With a deafening boom, a splash of water inexplicably surged up around the monk.

The torrent surged upward, violently colliding with the descending heavenly lightning.

This was the first time Medusa hadn’t killed her target instantly, causing a seed of doubt to sprout in her mind.

“What a sin,” the monk said to Medusa with a smile. “This poor monk has treated you with nothing but courtesy. Why must you try to kill me, female benefactor?”

“You are Du Yu’s enemies, which makes you enemies of all of Mount Olympus.” Medusa’s expression turned frigid as she gripped Zeus’s Spear in her hand. “It seems ordinary lightning is useless against you. Let’s see how you handle this.”

Following a few more deafening roars, three bolts of heavenly lightning abruptly crashed down.

“The power of lightning!”

Several orbs of water shot up from the monk’s shoulders, soaring toward the sky at blistering speed to intercept the lightning once again.

The water orbs shattered in the air, creating a shower resembling a light drizzle around the two combatants.

Droplets of water pattered down, dampening Medusa’s hair.

She couldn’t help but narrow her eyes, her inner suspicions growing stronger.

The last person capable of taking her heavenly lightning head-on was named Western Queen Mother.

“You truly disappoint this poor monk, female benefactor. Can I not even have a simple conversation with you?”

Medusa tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear and replied, “It seems that if I want to find him, I must kill you first.”

“Amitabha.” The monk pressed his palms together. “This poor monk is known as the River-Crossing Arhat. May I ask how to address you, female benefactor?”

With Zeus’s Spear in her left hand and Poseidon’s Trident in her right, Medusa gave a cold laugh. “They all call me ‘Tyrant’.”

The River-Crossing Arhat conjured two water dragons with his hands, sending them hurtling toward Medusa with the speed of lightning.

Medusa didn’t hold back either; she swung Poseidon’s Trident, unleashing two water dragons of her own.

The two clashed in a magical battle at the center of the battlefield with tremendous momentum. The massive amount of water vapor caused a torrential downpour to blanket the heart of the battlefield.

This was likely the highest level of magical combat since the war had begun.

Medusa had only just entered the Heavenly Venerable realm, while the River-Crossing Arhat was at the peak of the Almighty Cultivator stage.

The fierce shockwaves radiating from the pair forced everyone nearby to instinctively back away, clearing a wide space for their battle.

“Do not approach them!” a Heavenly General shouted to his comrades. “Both of them are heretical demons! I don’t know where that female cultivator came from, but she has already killed many of our brothers!”

Hearing this, the crowd retreated even further.

An opponent at the peak of the Almighty Cultivator stage wasn’t terrifying; what was truly terrifying was an opponent at the Heavenly Venerable level.

“Do not retreat!” A man bearing a pagoda in his hand flew over rapidly and bellowed. “This person is the River-Crossing Arhat! We cannot let him fight her alone! Quickly, follow me and provide support!”

“B-But! General Li… that woman, she…” The Heavenly Generals all looked troubled, truly lacking the courage to step forward. They had cultivated for a thousand years to reach their current positions; they absolutely refused to die a meaningless death here.

Li Jing let out a helpless sigh. “Do you think I don’t want to retreat?! This is an order from the Western Queen Mother!”

The name Western Queen Mother proved more effective than any threat of punishment. The Heavenly Generals now faced a grim dilemma: whether to perish at the hands of this woman, or perish at the hands of the Western Queen Mother.

Seeing that the Heavenly Generals remained frozen, Li Jing could only sigh again. He steadied his nerves and prepared to go provide backup himself.

At the very least, he had to show the proper attitude. As long as he put on a serious front, even if they lost, he couldn’t be held responsible. He just needed to figure out how to keep himself alive during the clash.

This was the survival philosophy of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

Just as he was about to step forward, someone grabbed him.

Li Jing turned his head and found an old man with hair standing on end right behind him.

“N-Nine… Nine Heavens Responsive Origin Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerate?”

The man before him was none other than the Nine Heavens Responsive Origin Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerate, who had just ascended to the Heavenly Venerable realm a century ago. He was also the primary deity of the Department of Thunder, governing all lightning.

“Indeed. Li Jing, there is no need for you to go. We will handle this.”

Another voice chimed in from the side.

Li Jing turned to look and realized the speaker was actually the Dragon King of the East Sea.

These two represented the absolute pinnacle of lightning and water, and now, they were actually going to join this magical battle…