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Tan Wenjie needs the Holy Lord to release his seven good brothers and sisters.

There are two known ways to obtain demonic power. One is to find the treasure that the Eight Immortals used to seal the eight demons, which contains a portion of the demons' own demonic energy.

Another method is to release the demon and then eat it piece by piece.

He always has a good appetite and wants them all.

The former can pay to find a seller, while the latter can only rely on the Holy Lord.

As for which is better, Tan Wenjie would be confident that his original body's power is stronger in any other world, and what is the sealed and extracted demonic energy?

But in this world, once the power is sealed, it will disappear rapidly and become weaker and weaker.

"You just gave a very wicked smile," Xiaoyu's voice came.

Tan Wenjie replied, "I'm wondering whether I should give you a complete childhood."

“My childhood was already very complete: the Cream Cup Scouts, the Burping Contest, and I watched Wild Island Survival Challenge every week without fail.” Xiaoyu counted on her fingers, and when she noticed Tan Wenjie’s malicious gaze on her, she shivered. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”

"It seems you know what I want to say."

"demon--!"

"A demon? Let go of Xiaoyu." A figure rushed in.

Blue pullover, khaki cargo pants, and that signature big nose.

A short-haired version of Jackie Chan's Flying Eagle Wong Fei-hung... In short, not a common sight.

Tan Wenjie could still recall his first meeting with Flying Eagle; that guy was nothing like the responsible one in front of him.

"We've been tricked by the Holy Lord too," Valon said angrily, pointing to the window. "It took all the charms and just flew away. Now you can do whatever you want with it. We're done playing."

"He just said we were going to secretly follow Jackie Chan and then go find Shendu." Rasu scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Lasu, shut up!"

"See, that's how the boss is always. He never explains things clearly and always likes to get angry."

"Lasu!"

"I've already shut up."

As the others left one by one, only Tam Man-kit and Jackie Chan remained, their eyes locked.

This is Valon's old lair, and the environment is very dirty and chaotic.

Tan Wenjie glanced at the unfinished fast food on the table, the trash can on the ground, and various other odds and ends, and thought to himself that if a fight really broke out, the environment here would be detrimental to him.

"Let go of Xiaoyu!"

"You should see clearly, it's her who won't let go of me."

"Uncle Long, this guy is a demon who can control ninja soldiers!" Xiaoyu jumped up and down. "I've already caught him."

Tan Wenjie suddenly turned his head: "The tea party is over, I have to go first."

He picked up Xiaoyu, tossed her to Jackie Chan, took two quick steps, and leaped out of the window, disappearing into the air.

"Is he really a demon?" Jackie Chan exclaimed in disbelief. "He looks exactly like a human."

“That’s how demons always are. They make themselves look handsome and then deceive ordinary people.” Xiaoyu crossed her arms and nodded firmly. “Uncle Long, you’ve been fooled.”

"Now that the Holy Lord has been resurrected, we don't know what he's going to do, and there's also a mysterious person. We need to go back and find our father first."

The group of people who had just taken the elevator downstairs looked up at the sky in unison and saw Tan Wenjie taking off into the air.

"He can actually fly!" Ah Fen gazed at the sky, watching his figure, now shrunk to the size of an ant, disappear into the horizon.

"That guy doesn't seem to be a low-level demon, hahaha, it seems the Holy Lord misjudged him."

Rasu sniffed: "He was willing to wait for the traffic light with us. If we hadn't abandoned him, we might have become good friends."

"Fool!" Valon roared. "That guy was hiding his true abilities!"

When the three of them turned to look at him, he laughed and said, "But this is a good thing for us. The Holy Lord is no longer all-powerful, so we can take advantage of the chaos and gain more."

He turned around and looked around.

"Damn it, where are Tru and Afu? Let's find a way to catch up with Jackie Chan, they definitely know where to find Shendu."

"Boss, I have a suggestion." Ah Fen took out his phone. "How about we contact Tan by phone?"

When he picked up the phone, it showed that it was dialing.

"Idiot!" Valon roared. "How could he possibly tell us our location?"

He felt he needed to replace his subordinates with reliable ones. Perhaps his plan had never failed; it was just that these idiots hadn't executed it perfectly, making everything look like a mess.

The call was answered at that moment, and Tan Wenjie's voice came through: "Hello? Ah Fen, what's up?"

Afen immediately said, "Tan, we want to ask where the Holy Lord went. We're all working for him, so why don't we unite and ask him for our unpaid wages?"

In the phone call from Hong Kong, Tam Man-kit didn't hold back, saying, "During the evil era, when the Holy Lord ruled Asia, the palace was there. It flies so slowly. I should find a place to have afternoon tea..."

The call ended with a few unintelligible words spoken over the phone, and then it was disconnected.

What were his last few sentences?

"He said he wanted to eat char siu bao, wait, how did he fly to another continent in the blink of an eye?"

“That guy is…” Ah Fen was about to introduce him properly when he suddenly stopped and turned around, only to find a little kid standing next to them—Xiao Yu.

“Our common goal is the Holy Lord, right?” Xiaoyu grinned and ran away quickly before they could make their move.

Valon tapped the floor tiles lightly with his cane: "Never mind that brat, we should go claim our treasure. It'll take a long time to fly from here to Asia."

Meanwhile, Jade and Jackie Chan returned to the antique shop.

“He said that the Holy Lord was one of the eight great demons who once ruled the world, and also…” Xiaoyu told him all the information she had overheard, “and he is drinking tea right now.”

“Let’s deal with the problem of the Holy Lord first,” the old man said. “As for the other demon, I have no way of finding the weakness of a new demon based on just a few words.”

"Are we going to set off now to defeat the Holy Lord?" Xiaoyu asked excitedly.

“Not including you,” Jackie Chan specifically pointed out, “You have to stay.”

"Ah~" Xiaoyu said disappointedly, "No, Uncle Long, I helped a lot."

“It will be very dangerous next, you can’t go.” Jackie Chan said earnestly, “Afterwards I will take you to a museum, or to an amusement park to play family games.”

"Like going down the slide or seesaw with other kids?" Xiaoyu pouted; she was allergic to those kinds of childish games.

Her objections were ignored, so she had no choice but to stay.

……

late at night.

Tan Wenjie squatted by the roadside eating beef offal.

He had already turned down dinner invitations from three beautiful women because he had previously sworn in the world of the little girl in red that he would never ride in a convertible again.

Vows made in different worlds may not have such strict conditions.

He glanced at the woman who was mixing a special drink and seemed to be secretly trying to pass it to him. Sure enough, one should always be wary of others.

"coming."

He suddenly looked up at the sky.

"meteor?"

The woman, who planned to get Tan Wenjie drunk and then take advantage of his condition, handed him a wine glass and looked up at the sky with him.

"Miss, your hands are shaking so badly." Tan Wenjie looked down at the wine glass that was completely soaked from the other person's trembling. "I hope there's nothing wrong with this wine."

"Hahaha, how could that be?"

Just as she was contemplating whether to grab Tan Wenjie's head and force the drink into his mouth, she saw Tan Wenjie take off into the air.

To this world, it's nothing unusual to occasionally see a few people flying in the sky, even if they breathe fire, become invisible, and occasionally destroy the world.

Tan Wenjie landed and watched as the Holy Lord summoned his own palace.

An ancient palace rising abruptly from the ground.

However, another plane landed right next to the palace; it was from District 13.

He turned his head and looked over the agents carrying individual weapons, finally fixing his gaze on an elderly man with silver hair.

Father, a powerful magician.

Although it looks like an ordinary old goat, it actually has the ability to concoct various targeted anti-demon potions in a short time.

No matter how powerful the demon, it cannot escape his dried pufferfish and dried lizard.

A representative figure of the side of light and justice.

My father once built a device for detecting and searching for black energy; it could even recognize images on television.

Seemingly sensing Tan Wenjie's gaze, the old man turned his head left and right to look for him, but in the end, he found nothing.

"A boost from the balance of Yin and Yang?"

Tan Wenjie turned his attention to the Holy Lord. If the Holy Lord could open a passage to the sealed prison and contact the other seven demons here, it would save him a lot of effort.

"Holy Lord!"

Jackie Chan rushed forward, his hands still glowing with magical green light.

It seems that Daddy has once again dealt with the magic targeting Shendu in a very short time.

"I don't know how I'll be targeted." Tan Wenjie wondered. He turned to look at his father and found that the man was still studying how to concoct potions.

This suggests that the magic that truly counters Shendu's magic has not yet been fully developed, or perhaps they are preparing for both possibilities.

If Jackie Chan can actually use the Rat Talisman to turn Shendu back into a stone statue, then everyone will be happy; otherwise, they will have to resort to more radical methods.

With all the power at his disposal and the twelve talismans back in place, Shendu managed to fight Jackie Chan to a standstill.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Most of the time, Jackie Chan was the one getting beaten up, while Shendu was kept at bay by Jackie Chan's acrobatic kung fu.

"He's practically a superman!" a voice came from beside me.

“It comes from the balance between good and evil.” Tan Wenjie nodded, then turned to look at the figure that had appeared beside him.

Xiaoyu.

Tan Wenjie was not surprised at all by her appearance.

From any perspective, Jackie Chan, as an ordinary person, would not even be able to get close to the fully restored Great Demon Shendu. However, Jackie Chan has now managed to reach inside Shendu's body several times with his bare hands and pull out several talismans.

They were even able to hold their own against the Holy Lord using the power of the talismans, instead of being completely unable to fight back.

Xiaoyu suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no!"

“That’s right, it’s really bad.” Tan Wenjie nodded in agreement.

There are props everywhere here; the Holy Lord is really in trouble.

What appears to be the palace of the Holy Lord is actually Jackie Chan's home turf.

"Uncle Long is in danger." "The Holy Lord is in danger."

The two looked at each other.

Xiaoyu: "You must be joking."

Tan Wenjie: "There are only two places to deal with Jackie Chan: one is an empty, flat area with nothing in it, and the other is a museum."

Xiaoyu: "..."

This must be a joke.

Why does this demon know Uncle Long better than I do?

"I have to help him!" Xiaoyu exclaimed again before rushing down.

Contrary to what Tam Man-kit expected, Jackie Chan was indeed beaten up.

The same happened to Xiaoyu, who rushed forward. The Holy Lord simply waved his hand, and the wind generated by the immense power blew Xiaoyu away.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Next up were the District 13 agents, who carried out the bombing with rocket launchers.

Flames surged into the sky, bursting forth with scorching winds and forming a circular shield barrier for external defense.

After the Holy Lord roared, the flame barrier was violently torn apart by the shockwave, quickly spreading across the night sky and illuminating the faces of everyone present.

"Tan, how long do you plan to hide?" The Holy Lord suddenly turned to look at Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie, who did not completely conceal his aura, was like a street lamp that always shone in the dark in the eyes of the Holy Lord.

Holy Lord: "I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

Tan Wenjie couldn't help but complain, "You're the one who's too slow." He flew leisurely as if taking a leisurely ride, arriving in the blink of an eye.

In contrast, the speed of the Holy Lord's flight was about the same as that of a commercial airliner, which was completely inconsistent with the power of the twelve talismans.

If he hadn't been mentally prepared, he probably would have lost interest in the Holy Lord long ago.

"Submit." The Holy Lord looked at Tan Wenjie. "Become my slave, and I will grant you power."

Tan Wenjie: "Your credit score with me is zero, I don't plan to continue working for you."

Even if the Holy Lord took a photo without clothes and holding his ID, he wouldn't get a single penny from him.

"Roar!"

The Holy Lord breathes fire. As a fire demon, his flames are different from ordinary flames, possessing stronger corrosive properties, and can burn continuously even without fuel until his magic power is exhausted.

"boom!"

Tan Wenjie was completely engulfed in flames.

Fire shot into the sky.

The people of District 13 once again took up their weapons.

"I already said, we must use magic to defeat magic!" the old man said, spreading his arms to block him. "Your weapons cannot harm the demon in the slightest!"

Waves of heat from the distant flames swept in, and almost everyone except Sheriff Black could smell the burning of their hair.

The high temperature distorted the surrounding environment, making everything seem to be dancing.

"Dad, what should we do now?" Jackie Chan ran back carrying Jade. "The Holy Lord's power is too great; we are no match for him."

He originally thought that as long as he possessed the power of the twelve talismans, he could defeat the Holy Lord, but the reality was quite different from his imagination.

Even if he obtained the Ox Talisman, he would only be evenly matched with Shendu in terms of power, and this illusion would be shattered very quickly. If it weren't for the Dog and Horse Talismans, Jackie Chan guessed that he would already be scattered in different places.

“We must use the Rat Talisman.” Jade jumped down from Jackie Chan’s arms. “To turn Shendu into a stone statue again.”

"Yes, but after this, we need to have a serious talk about why you're here."

Xiaoyu: "Uncle Long, we're saving the world right now."

"boom!"

The heatwave in the distance was shattered by a gust of wind, interrupting their conversation.

Tan Wenjie shook his right hand, revealing his arm. His entire right sleeve was charred and turned to ashes as he shook his hand.

If you look closely, you'll notice that a few hairs on your arms seem to have been burned and curled.

"The Demon of Wind?" The Holy Lord looked at him warily. "I knew you weren't that simple, Tan!"

"This is magic, not demonic magic," Tan Wenjie corrected, "authentic celestial magic."

Holy Lord: "A perfect disguise, you almost fooled me, Tan."

“You didn’t see through my disguise at all. You wanted me to work for free from the very beginning.” Tan Wenjie exposed the Holy Lord without any mercy.

"So you planned to go against me from the very beginning."

Shendu acknowledged that the demon before him, who maintained a human appearance, possessed power no less than that of the eight great demons. Even using eight-tenths of his power in flames, he had failed to burn the demon to death, and Shendu was not even sure if he had injured it.

The few people in the distance are not a concern; the only things that should concern the Holy Lord are Jackie Chan's harassment, the old goat's magic, and his potions.

A formidable enemy that forces us to confront head-on should never exist.

Otherwise, the Holy Lord would have released his seven brothers and sisters long ago and joined forces with them to rule the world, instead of planning to dominate alone as he does now.

No one can share the world with themselves.

Tan Wenjie glanced at his health points.

【-twenty four】

Being able to break through one's own defenses and cause damage means that as long as the Holy Lord can dodge all of one's attacks and successfully ambush one 6249 times, he can kill one's own body... provided that one's own injuries do not heal.

He said with a serious expression, "Holy Lord, your power is too great; I cannot let you run rampant!"

Holy Lord: "?"

Tan Wenjie raised his right hand and made a fist.

His figure vanished swiftly under the watchful gaze of the Holy Lord.

"Oh!"

When he appeared, he was already above the Holy Lord, and his whip-like leg slammed upwards towards his forehead.

The Holy Lord's slightly open mouth was violently kicked shut, and his body pressed down, successfully leaving a lizard-shaped dent in the ground.

Cheers could even be heard coming from the bushes in the distance.

"Alright, kick him hard like that! That bastard owes us wages!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

As soon as Tan Wenjie's feet touched the ground, the Holy Lord seized the opportunity, wrapped his tail around his waist, and threw him toward the palace.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Tan Wenjie's back shattered the lacquered red pillars of the main hall, but his momentum did not diminish. He disappeared in a cloud of dust, and no one could see Tan Wenjie anymore. They could only hear the booming sounds of the impact. Then the palace began to collapse.

Jackie Chan rubbed his chest: "Dad, that guy won't last much longer. How much longer do you need?"

"Oh dear," the old man complained, "Sealing the Holy Lord isn't that easy. You need to give your old man some time."

"boom!"

The Holy Lord casually breathed fire into the nearby bushes.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!"

The ones who jumped out, slapping their butts on fire, were Valon and his gang.

“The Holy Lord doesn’t look too good.” Valon slapped his neck.

In the sweltering summer, insects in the grass are extremely ferocious.

Scratching the mosquito bite on his neck, Valon was about to issue an order.

Zhou thoughtfully reminded him: "Boss, I suggest you seal the mosquito bite with a cross shape instead of scratching it hard."

“Shen Du must have been seriously injured by Tan just now. It looks very bad. Tru, go and stop Shen Du!” Valon said. “Let’s go into the palace to find the treasure.”

Tru: "Me?"

He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, only to be slapped away by the Holy Lord.

However, Shendu did not chase after Valon and the others, but instead looked up as if waiting for someone.

Valon and the others took the opportunity to turn around and run towards the palace.

"Crash!"

A rain of treasures fell from the sky, with large amounts of gold and precious objects being carried into the sky along with the wind that carried the figure that flew out of the ruins, only to fall back down after the wind was no longer pulling them.

"Gold is falling from the sky!" Rasu exclaimed with delight.

They fled in panic amidst the golden rain, their heads covered in bumps, but they just grinned and chuckled.

Tan Wenjie is suspended in the air.

He turned to look at his father: "How much longer?"

The strategy of automatically rejecting the Rat Talisman is to open the prison where the Holy Lord is imprisoned and then deal with the Holy Lord's brothers and sisters.

As for the imbalance between good and evil, at worst we can just amplify Jackie Chan and Jade into superheroes. They're only missing a catchy title and a caped, masked bodysuit to be superheroes.

"Don't rush Dad!" Dad complained. "Sealing the demon isn't that simple."

"Then try to be as fast as possible." Tan Wenjie descended from the sky and punched the Holy Lord on the forehead.

Using his physical strength and weight, he pressed the Holy Lord to the ground, straddled him, and swung his fists wildly, punching him repeatedly.

With each strike, the ground trembled violently.

The Lord’s throat glowed with fire, and flames were brewing between his teeth.

"Boom—whoosh."

Tan Wenjie pressed down on the Holy Lord's mouth, trapping the flames inside the dragon's mouth.

The explosion eventually turned into a muffled thud, and black smoke emerged from between the Holy Lord's teeth.

"Dad." Jackie Chan swallowed.

"I told you not to rush Dad, magic isn't that simple..." Dad was still focused on mixing the potion.

Jackie Chan said, "Dad, if you don't hurry up, it looks like Shendu is going to be beaten to death."

"What? The Holy Lord absolutely cannot die!" The old man suddenly looked up. "If the balance between good and evil is disrupted, even more powerful demons will appear!"

"boom!"

A large lizard shaped like the Chinese character "木" was overturned and shot into the sky.

Thunder gathered and bombarded from below, propelling the giant lizard higher and higher, over the clouds, gradually transforming it from a great sage into a small gecko.

Tan Wenjie raised his hands, gathered energy, and unleashed a lightning-fast thunderbolt punch that precisely blasted the giant lizard in the sky.

"Demons and monsters, get out of here! Demons and monsters, get out of here!"

He turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw his father hopping on one foot while holding a dried pufferfish. A beam of magical light shot out from the pufferfish's mouth toward the Holy Lord who was floating in the sky.

"Father still needs a divine token," Father said.

"What?" Jackie Chan asked.

"sword."

"A sword? How am I supposed to find it here..."

An ancient-looking sword suddenly appeared and hovered in front of the old man.

"What is this?" The old man squinted.

Jackie Chan: "An ancient sword, an antique, it has a history of at least several thousand years!"

"Snapped!"

The old man raised his hand and tapped Jackie Chan on the head, saying amidst Jackie Chan's cry of pain, "This is a divine weapon used by a god."

He turned to look at Tan Wenjie: "That's right."

Tan Wenjie said, "My sword."

"Dad, what are you saying?"

“That’s a god.” Uncle raised his hand and tapped Jackie Chan on the head again. “Hurry up and help your old man seal the demon.”

"Ouch." Jackie Chan rubbed his head and reached out to grab the sword, but the sword dodged his hand.

He pointed at the sword and said, "Father, this sword seems to be alive."

"Then we'll just watch from the sidelines."

Dad got into the zone again.

"Demons and monsters, get out of here! Demons and monsters, get out of here!"

A demonic gate opened.

The dark red spiral pattern was spinning rapidly, making people feel extremely uncomfortable just by looking at it.

"No!" The Holy Lord screamed as he was forcibly dragged toward the Demon Gate. The twelve talismans quickly detached from his body, and the instant his figure disappeared, Tan Wenjie rushed in after him.

The ancient sword that sealed the Holy Lord also hurriedly gave chase and successfully slipped into the space inside the gate just before it closed.

Xiao Yu, who was eager to grab the sword, pouted.

"We were still a step too late."

She almost possessed a magical artifact.

Everything returned to normal, including the Holy Lord's Palace in the distance, which had rapidly collapsed and sunk underground.

"Dad, is that god alright?" Jackie Chan asked worriedly.

“Maybe it’s nothing serious. He must have thought it through before rushing in. But we’re in trouble,” Dad replied.

"What trouble?"

“When righteousness is too strong, evil will quickly grow.” The old man held up a finger. “There’s one more thing. I’m getting old; it’s time for me to sleep.” (End of Chapter)