Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion

Chapter 149 Ximu is back?!
hell.

A cold, oppressive dimension filled with the scent of sulfur and despair.

The energy vortex suddenly tore through space, as if vomiting, and threw out a huge, disheveled rock figure with traces of golden energy burning on its body.

"Boom!" The massive body of the Earth Demon crashed heavily onto the scorched, cracked earth, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

He struggled to his feet, his dark green flames blazing with resentment and raging fury. "Humans! Daddy! Jackie Chan! I'll remember you!"

"Oh, look who's back?" A sharp, sarcastic voice, full of schadenfreude, rang out lazily.

Di Kui suddenly turned his head and saw a figure with flapping wings vaguely emerging from a thick, swirling mass of black mist not far away. It was Xi Mu.

The Ximu of this moment was completely different from the somewhat comical sky demon he had appeared before. The black aura swirling around him was so dense it was almost tangible, radiating a chilling, ancient, and malevolent magical energy. His eyes no longer held the cunning of the Holy Lord, but rather a bottomless coldness and arrogance.

"What? You were sent back so soon after you left?" Ximu sneered, flapping his wings and stirring up gusts of cold wind. "What a waste. Even after regaining all your power, you're still the same."

The space beside Di Kui distorted, lightning flashed, and Zhong Su's figure appeared. He also heard Xi Mu's taunt, and his already volatile temper instantly flared up.

"Who are you calling trash?!" Zhong Su roared, his body crackling with electricity. A thick bolt of purple lightning, like an angry dragon, slammed towards Xi Mu!

However, the lightning, powerful enough to tear steel, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the dense black aura surrounding Ximu.

Ximu didn't even flap its wings much, only giving Zhongsu a disdainful glance. "Tsk tsk, look at that, even its anger is so weak."

“Waste should act like trash.” Ximu’s voice became even sharper. “Stay here obediently in this pile of trash and watch.”

He slowly raised one paw, feeling the surging black magic within him, a cruel smile of near ecstasy spreading across his face. "According to the order, next up is me."

"Soon, I will return to that delicious human world. At that time..." Ximu's laughter echoed in the oppressive hellish space, filled with ominous premonition, "...and you trash will be far beyond my reach."

Zhong Su and Di Kui's faces were ashen, yet they were helpless. The unfathomable black magic emanating from Xi Mu instilled in them an instinctive fear. This "brother," whom they had always regarded as a clown, had somehow acquired power far exceeding their own.

……

world.

Inside a shopping mall in a modern metropolis.

Bright lights, soothing music, a wide variety of goods, and shoppers coming and going in a relaxed and comfortable manner.

In stark contrast to this bustling scene is the end of the corridor leading to the restrooms.

Afen, Lasu, and Zhou stood awkwardly at the entrance of the women's restroom, looking constipated and at a loss for what to do.

"Boss...do we...really have to go in?" Rasu muttered softly, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at the female customers who occasionally passed by and cast strange glances at him.

Ah Fen frowned and loosened his tie: "This place... is just too... awkward, isn't it?"

Only Valmont, or rather, the Holy Lord, maintained his elegant and aloof demeanor. He stood behind the three men, hands in his pockets, his gaze calmly fixed on the door marked with a female symbol, as if it were not a toilet but the entrance to some palace.

He was completely indifferent to his surroundings; the gazes and discussions of ordinary people were nothing more than the buzzing of ants to him.

Zhou nervously held the Pangu Treasure Box, the pointer on the box pointing firmly to a certain stall inside the women's restroom.

“The box… the instructions are inside,” Zhou said in a dry voice.

"Then go in." The Holy Lord's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, as if he were ordering his subordinates to retrieve an ordinary item. "Uh... Boss, this..." Afen and Lasu exchanged glances, their faces filled with resistance.

The Holy Lord's crimson gaze swept over them indifferently. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

The two men were jolted awake and dared not hesitate any longer. They braced themselves and pushed open the door to the women's restroom.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Several women's exclamations and screams came from inside.

"Sorry! We're looking for something! We'll be right there!" Ah Fen said dismissively as he and La Su rushed toward the compartment indicated by the Pangu Treasure Box.

Zhou followed closely behind, and amidst the angry and horrified gazes of the women, he arrived at the door of that cubicle.

The Holy Lord entered last with elegant steps, completely ignoring the chaos around him.

"Hurry up," he urged.

Zhou hurriedly pressed the Pangu Treasure Box close to the door panel of the cubicle.

"Om-"

The Pangu Box lit up again, its light swirling, and its shape rapidly changed. A key-like structure extended from the front and precisely inserted itself into the seemingly ordinary lock on the cubicle door.

Twist gently.

"Click."

With a soft click, the cubicle door opened.

The sight behind the door caused Afen, Lasu, and Zhou San's pupils to shrink sharply, almost suffocating them!

The narrow toilet cubicles that I had imagined, which smelled of disinfectant, did not appear.

Instead, there was a wildly spinning, pitch-black vortex!

The vortex was bottomless, as if connected to some ancient and dark dimension. Thick black energy surged out from it, accompanied by a sharp, teeth-grinding hiss!
The sound was like the rapid vibration of billions of decaying wings, or like the mournful wails of countless vengeful spirits in the spatial rift!

The icy, bone-chilling energy, a mixture of the biting chill of the high-altitude gale and the corrupting stench of the depths of hell, burst forth from the center of the vortex like a flood bursting its banks!

The air pressure in the entire bathroom suddenly dropped, the lights flickered wildly, and the mirror was covered with a layer of frost!
Afen and Lasu felt a chill run from their spines to the top of their heads, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Zhou was so frightened that he clutched the Pangu Box tightly to his chest, his face ashen.

At the very moment when this energy surge reaches its peak!
"call out--!"

A blurry black shadow, carrying unparalleled impact, like a ferocious beast breaking free from a cage that had lasted for millennia, burst forth from the shrinking, closing black vortex at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!

The dark figure came to an abrupt stop in mid-air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound!
A pair of ferocious wings, with ominous black light flashing at their edges, suddenly spread open, stirring up a violent gust of wind that made Ah Fen and the others lose their footing!
The figure hovered, its surrounding black aura solidified as if it were a substance, emitting an evil stench more pungent than the sulfur of hell.

"Hehehehehe—!!!"

A sharp, piercing laugh, filled with madness and savagery, resounded throughout the space, making people's eardrums ache and their hearts tremble!
The figure slowly raised its head, revealing a twisted and excited face—it was none other than the Sky Demon, Ximu!
At this moment, Ximu was completely different from the cunning yet somewhat comical figure they remembered!
His eyes were no longer the crimson imitating the Holy Lord, but a pure, abyssal black, pulsating with cruelty, violence, and... the boundless ecstasy of breaking free from constraints and regaining freedom!

"Human world! Fresh air!!" Ximu took a deep, greedy breath, as if savoring the most delicious food in the world, a ecstatic and twisted smile spreading across his face. "I, Ximu, have finally returned!!"

(End of this chapter)