Legend Management Bureau Chapter 371

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Horse Face froze for a long time before he finally regained his senses.

“You… are you crazy?!”

Du Yu seemed like a completely different person, his tone exceptionally icy. “It seems I was far too merciful in the past. So merciful that you thought you could just sling mud at me whenever you pleased.”

Seeing Du Yu in this state, Horse Face and Ox Head both swallowed hard.

How was this the usually approachable “Brother Du”?!

Even Old Eight, the Black Impermanence, was only about this terrifying when he lost his temper.

“You failed to woo a single girl in a thousand years, and somehow that became my fault?” Du Yu viciously spat. “You are old, ugly, and manipulative. How can you blame me for that? Did I give birth to a piece of trash like you?”

Horse Face had never been humiliated like this in his entire life, leaving him trembling with uncontrollable rage.

“Little Du, you are going a bit overboard,” Xie Bi’an said with a frown. “Fourth Brother is certainly in the wrong, but you should also hold your tongue a little.”

“I remember, but what are you going to do? Are you going to kill him too?” Xie Bi’an felt a sense of unease. Had Du Yu been bewitched as well?

“I have no desire to kill him,” Du Yu replied. “But if he wants to make a move, I will gladly entertain him.”

An earth-shattering aura erupted from where he stood. In an instant, the power of multiple individuals converged within Du Yu’s body.

Ox Head and Horse Face knew very well that they were absolutely no match for this level of power.

“You… you!” Horse Face shook with indignation, yet he was completely powerless against Du Yu.

He had no idea when Du Yu had acquired such formidable strength.

Seeing that Horse Face had no intention of making a move, Du Yu turned his head away, ignoring him.

“Seventh Lord, although you advised me to retreat, I do not think this is the right time,” Du Yu murmured.

Xie Bi’an hesitated for a moment before asking, “What are you planning to do?”

“I want to launch a full-scale assault on Mahakala.” Du Yu narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the massive Buddha. “If he dies, all of this can finally come to an end.”

“A full-scale assault…” Xie Bi’an followed Du Yu’s gaze, feeling that this might not be a wise idea.

Mahakala’s body was constantly surrounded by a black protective barrier.

From the very beginning, the Western Queen Mother had led several Heavenly Venerables in an attempt to shatter this shield, but they had yet to break through.

Right at that moment, a familiar power enveloped the surroundings.

A black silhouette slowly descended.

He was bare-chested, gripping a chain, his hair wild and disheveled.

He was covered in blood, his wounds split wide open, yet he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

He was none other than the Underworld’s God of Slaughter, the Black Impermanence.

What was bound to come had finally arrived.

Du Yu’s eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, entirely devoid of light.

“Oh, if it isn’t the Eighth Lord,” Du Yu called out with a fake smile. “Do you need something from me?”

The Black Impermanence slowly shifted his arm, swinging the chain in his hand.

“Du Yu,” the Black Impermanence stated coldly. “I will give you one chance. Willingly sever the Eight Directions Ghost Record contract you signed with Zhan Qisheng right now, and let him be Soul Scattered And Spirit Dispersed.”

Du Yu rolled his neck to stretch and retorted, “Fan Wujiu, I will give you one chance too. No matter what kind of revenge you seek, Zhan Qisheng is already dead. The grudge between you two is over.”

“No. As long as he continues to exist in this world, I will not have a single moment of peace.”

“But I do not want to cross out his name. What are you going to do about it?” Du Yu challenged.

The chain in the Black Impermanence’s hand spun faster and faster. “If you insist on keeping Zhan Qisheng inside your body, then you can serve as his coffin.”

With those words, he launched himself forward like a black meteor, shooting straight toward Du Yu.

At almost the exact same time, a white silhouette flashed past Du Yu and intercepted the Black Impermanence’s chain.

Du Yu had already braced himself for a fight, but seeing this scene left him dumbfounded.

“Seventh Lord?”

The White Impermanence tightly gripped the black chain in his hand and asked, “Old Eight, do you even know what you are doing?”

The Black Impermanence glanced up at Xie Bi’an with an expressionless face. “I know. I am getting revenge for Su Xiaoxiao.”

“Zhan Qisheng never killed Su Xiaoxiao in the first place! What kind of revenge are you even talking about?”

Hearing the name “Su Xiaoxiao”, Du Yu frowned.

Bai Juyi had once written in his poem “Willow Branch”, “If you seek affection from Xiaoxiao, the Su home lies deep within the green willows.”

‘Wasn’t this Su Xiaoxiao a courtesan?’

Du Yu closed his eyes, sinking into his inner world to find Zhan Qisheng.

“Old Zhan, what is the deal with you and this Su Xiaoxiao?”

Zhan Qisheng, who was looking outward through Du Yu’s eyes with a look of utter confusion, replied, “Su Xiaoxiao? I have no memory of anyone by that name.”

“Did you accidentally kill her? Otherwise, why would the Eighth Lord harbor such a deep-seated grudge against you?” Du Yu pressed.

Zhan Qisheng pondered for a moment before answering, “How is that possible? I rarely interacted with the Black Impermanence in my daily life, and I never went to the legend of Su Xiaoxiao.”

“That is strange…” Du Yu knitted his brows. “Old Zhan, did you truly never cross paths with the Black Impermanence?”

Zhan Qisheng knew this matter was highly serious, so he dared not answer too hastily.

He stroked his chin, thinking long and hard before finally speaking up. “If we are talking about ‘crossing paths’, there actually was one instance…”

“When was it?!”

Zhan Qisheng explained, “One day, after going up the mountain to see Ying Ning, I was just about to return to the Legend Management Bureau when I suddenly saw the Black Impermanence kneeling before the gates. I had no idea what happened, so I quickly hurried over to help him up.”

“And then what?”

“Then he said, ‘I must trouble Brother Zhan to promise me one thing, otherwise I shall remain kneeling here forever.'” Zhan Qisheng recalled carefully, terrified of missing a single detail. “Since I was bogged down with official duties at the time, I immediately replied, ‘Eighth Lord, please get up quickly. As long as it is within my power, I will definitely help.'”

Du Yu felt like he was starting to uncover a clue, so he verified with Zhan Qisheng, “Did he say what it was?”

“No.” Zhan Qisheng shook his head. “At the time, an emergency error had popped up regarding the legend of ‘Kuafu Chases the Sun’, so I did not have time to listen to the specifics. I just told him, ‘Wait until I return, and I will hear you out completely.'”

“Sigh.” Du Yu let out a faint breath. “The problem probably stems from right there.”

He opened his eyes. Before him, the Black and White Impermanence were still locked in their standoff.

The Black Impermanence spoke slowly. “Old Xie, did you know? A tree is hardest where it has scarred over, but a person is most fragile where they have been wounded.”

Xie Bi’an remained completely silent.

“I do not know whose fault it was. I only know that this matter is like a thorn that has been continuously lodged in my heart.” Fan Wujiu gave a bitter smile as he declared, “The world thinks I am incapable of feeling pain, but right here!”

He struck his own chest hard with his hand.

“Right here… it hurts so much!”