Legend Management Bureau Chapter 392

[ … words ]

If the person outside was You Si, the fact that she could ruthlessly kill Zhi Nv back then meant she had completely lost Xie Yujiao’s memories.

‘Then how could she still recognize me?’

“Old Zhan, I want to use Voice Transmission to reach her,” Du Yu communicated inwardly.

“Understood. Leave it to me.”

Zhan Qisheng softly chanted a spell, establishing a connection between Du Yu and You Si.

“A’Jiao?” Du Yu called out softly.

“It is me!” Seeing that the person inside the giant Buddha was indeed Du Yu, a trace of relief appeared on You Si’s face. “Du Yu, listen to me. You absolutely cannot kill the true body of Mahakala!”

“Oh?” Du Yu paused, then asked, “Why is that?”

“If you kill him, the entire world will collapse!”

“What?”

Du Yu gave a bitter smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Du Yu, if you don’t die, the world will be destroyed. Du Yu, if you keep being an Operator, the world will be destroyed. Du Yu, if you don’t kill the giant Buddha, the world will be destroyed. Du Yu, if you kill the giant Buddha, the world will be destroyed. Du Yu, if you do this, if you do that, the world will always be destroyed because of you.”

After saying this, Du Yu threw his head back and laughed aloud. “Hahahaha! This is absolutely hilarious! Just what are you people?! Saviors?! If you care so much about the common people of this world, why do you dump every single problem onto my shoulders alone?! Am I just a tool to you?!”

You Si listened to his outburst in a daze. Her lips moved slightly, but she couldn’t find a single word to say.

Du Yu roared at You Si, “I have had enough! All I know right now is that this giant Buddha has done so many damned things that he doesn’t deserve to live! He offended me, so he deserves to die! If the world is going to be destroyed because of me no matter what I do, why bother interfering with my decisions?!”

With that, majestic power surged into Du Yu’s hand as he raised his fist toward the dying little monk lying on the ground.

“No! Du Yu!!” You Si desperately pounded against the pupil of Mahakala. “You have to believe me. I would never harm you!”

Du Yu gently waved his hand, severing the Voice Transmission with You Si.

He decided he would never be soft-hearted again. It was time to end all of this.

But the very moment his fist was about to fall, it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and he crashed heavily to his knees.

“What?!”

He struggled to lift his head, only to find another figure kneeling a short distance away.

Like Du Yu, the person was gasping for breath, their mind reeling in intense dizziness.

“Saint?!” Du Yu gritted out through clenched teeth. “Are you insane?! What are you doing here?!”

Saint looked up at the little monk in the distance before panting out, “Thank goodness… I made it in time… Du Yu, you can’t kill him!”

“Not this again!” Du Yu snapped angrily. “Why don’t you give me a reason why I can’t kill him?!”

Saint organized his words, speaking weakly, “Just now, Xie Bi’an sent a Voice Transmission to all the Immortal Beings, but he forgot about you. You probably don’t know this, but whenever the true body of a black Buddha dies, that black Buddha will detonate in a massive explosion! If you kill the true body of Mahakala here, a colossal explosion will immediately follow. The blast will cause the other black monks to fall one after another, triggering secondary explosions. Every Immortal Being present will be killed, and the Underworld will be razed to the ground. The entire human realm will begin collapsing outward from Fengdu City and Mount Tai, ocean waters will pour in, and the world will be utterly destroyed!!”

Du Yu froze.

He had to admit, Saint did not sound like he was lying.

“Du Yu, believe me! That is exactly how my world was destroyed!” Saint shook his dizzy head and continued, “When the Seven Holy Heroes and I returned, we found that the Immortal Beings of the Underworld had already been slaughtered to the last person. I personally sought out Mahakala for revenge. Ultimately, the Seven Holy Heroes and I entered his interior and joined forces to kill him. The entire world collapsed because of my actions! Only the Seven Holy Heroes and I survived!”

Du Yu looked at Mahakala, who was just inches away, his mind racing as he pondered the situation.

It was very likely that Saint wasn’t lying.

His Eight Directions Ghost Record was different from his own; he hadn’t taken in Zhan Qisheng, Ying Ning, or Zhi Nv.

Therefore, to break through the defenses of Mahakala’s true body, the Seven Holy Heroes had to enter the giant Buddha’s body alongside him.

And precisely because Xiao Nian and Xie Yujiao were among the Seven Holy Heroes, Xiao Nian’s exquisite makeup skills combined with Xie Yujiao’s face could instantly cause Mahakala’s state of mind to waver, allowing the rest of them to swarm and kill him.

Sensing that Du Yu was beginning to waver, Saint pressed on, “Du Yu, Mahakala absorbs Suffering to grow. Every punch you land on him transforms into his strength. The same principle applies to the monks outside. All the pain and injuries they have endured will be unleashed in full force when they explode. There is no one in this world who can withstand an attack of that magnitude.”

Only then did it suddenly dawn on Du Yu why the giant Buddha’s size had visibly increased ever since he called upon everyone to focus their attacks on him.

The fact that the little monk’s knees had already been smashed to a pulp was perfect proof of this.

He hadn’t resisted those attacks at all; he had truly been injured. He absorbed all that pain and converted it entirely into power.

His last punch had landed so solidly—just how much bigger had the giant Buddha grown because of it?

“Saint, even if what you say is true, what do you expect me to do?” Du Yu tried forcefully to stand up but found he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. “Am I supposed to just let him go?! Wait for him to recover so he can slaughter his way back into the Underworld?!”

“There is no other way!” Saint replied. “I originally thought that by freeing You Si, she would have some sort of countermeasure. But now it seems even You Si can only try to talk Mahakala into giving up. That being the case, you absolutely cannot kill him!”

“Bullshit!” Du Yu hissed through gritted teeth. “If we give up now, then what about all the people who died?! What did they die for?! What did their deaths achieve?!”

“I warned you long ago! We cannot win this battle. Be a good boy, go back, become ‘Saint’, and then come up with a new plan. I’ve explained it to this extent—do you still not understand?!”

“I don’t understand!” Du Yu roared. “I’ve had enough of all this! No matter what happens today, I am going to finish Mahakala right here! For Sister Qianqiu, for Xiao Qi, for the Seven Holy Heroes, for Old Zhan, Ying Ning, and Zhi Nv, for the Seventh Lord and Eighth Lord, and for Heng E and Cui Jue! If I let Mahakala retreat unscathed, I won’t know how to face any of them!”

Saint felt his dizziness growing even stronger. He continuously crawled closer to Du Yu and said coldly, “But as long as I am here, I won’t let you strike! Give up!”

Du Yu’s head was spinning wildly as well, but right now, how was he supposed to solve this problem?