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

Chapter 150 Don't even think about escaping!

"Hehehe—Freedom!"

A sharp, piercing laugh, like the scraping of glass, echoed in the cramped space of the women's restroom.

Ximu flapped its wings and hovered in mid-air. Its eyes, which had been cunning, now shone with an almost manic excitement at regaining its freedom.

A black vortex of energy slowly rotated behind him, emanating a nauseating, decaying stench.

Afen and Lasu covered their noses, looking at the demon that flew out of the toilet stall with disgust. Zhou Ze clutched the Pangu Box tightly and subconsciously took a step back.

Only the Holy Lord remained expressionless, his cold gaze scrutinizing Ximu as if examining an object.

Just as Ximu was preparing to enjoy this long-awaited fresh air—

"Stop right there!" A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded at the toilet door!

A lithe figure, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, rushed in like lightning! A khaki jacket, agile movements—who else could it be but Jackie Chan?! He had clearly been tracking the energy fluctuations of the Pangu Box, or had received an urgent notification from Sheriff Blake, and had followed them all the way here!

Jackie Chan's target was crystal clear: the Sky Demon who had just escaped and whose aura was still unstable!

"Don't even think about escaping!" Jackie Chan roared, pushing off with his feet and crashing into Westwood in mid-air like a cannonball, his arms outstretched, trying to push him back into the still-open gates of hell!
"What?!" Ximu was completely unprepared to encounter this nemesis as soon as she came out. She screamed and frantically flapped her wings to try to avoid it.

Jackie Chan's movements were too fast, and his timing was too perfect! It looked like Ximu was about to be pushed back into that swirling black vortex—

"Hmph." A cold, soft snort rang out.

The Holy Lord, standing at the entrance, didn't even move a step; only his eyes, burning with scarlet flames, flickered slightly. An invisible yet absolutely majestic energy wave lashed through the air like a whip.

"boom!"

Jackie Chan felt a powerful force strike him from the side, causing him to stumble and crash into the sink next to him. The force wasn't particularly strong, but it precisely interrupted his forward momentum, ruining his attempt to capture Ximu.

“We need him.” The Lord’s voice, coming from Valon’s vocal cords, was hoarse and cold, without any hint of explanation.

Ximu, still shaken, steadied himself, turned around and glared venomously at Jackie Chan, then suddenly flapped his wings!
"Boom!"

The shopping mall's sturdy ceiling, as if made of paper, was smashed open with a huge hole! Debris and dust rained down, eliciting terrified screams from the shoppers outside!

Xi Mu's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, piercing through the ceiling and soaring into the sky!
"Boss, he's escaped!" Rasu shouted urgently.

The Holy Lord merely raised his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the gaping hole to look at the sky outside. A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of his lips.

"Can't run away."

……

Outside the shopping mall.

The once clear sky had been replaced by an ominous, viscous dark red. It was as if the entire sky was bleeding, exuding a chilling, oppressive atmosphere. Ximu hovered high in the sky, surrounded by a black aura even denser and more malevolent than when he was in Hell. He spread his arms, emitting a sharp, fanatical chant—a voice not in human language, but carrying an ancient, twisted power that seemed to communicate with some dark origin!

As he chanted, the clouds above the city began to churn and distort violently, turning a sinister blood red. A stench of sulfur and decay filled the air, a scene reminiscent of hell, slowly eroding the human world!

On the ground, Ah Fen, La Su, and Zhou, who had just rushed out of the shopping mall, stared dumbfounded at the terrifying scene in the sky and the figure exuding overwhelming demonic power.

"Wow! Boss...look!" Rasu pointed at Ximu in the sky, his voice trembling slightly, "He...he's completely different from before! He's practically...practically two demons!"

Ah Fen frowned, a serious expression appearing on his face for the first time. This power was far more unsettling than any enemy they had encountered before.

Standing behind them, the Holy Lord tilted his head slightly. For the first time, Valon's handsome face lost its composed elegance. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Deep within his crimson eyes, a hint of seriousness, even a trace of... profound apprehension, flashed.

(Dark magic...)
In the Holy Lord's heart, a thought as cold as ancient iron flowed silently, carrying a trace of extremely rare fluctuation.

(This piece of trash... he actually hid such a sinister power to such an extent!)
His crimson eyes, burning with hellfire, were fixed on the figure high in the sky bathed in a blood-red sky.

The eight demons each possess different powers and are clearly distinct.

The earth-shattering power of Di Kui, the stellar gravity of Zhou Lan, the thunderous might of Zhong Su…

These forces, though terrifying and earth-shattering, are ultimately the simplest and purest manifestation of the fundamental principles.

However, Ximu... this "little brother" that he had always regarded as a plaything, and even somewhat despised...

What is most terrifying about it is never its weak and laughable power over the sky!

Rather, it was his almost monstrous, outrageous talent and profound understanding of magic, especially this kind of... this kind of black magic that originated from the beginning of chaos and the source of darkness, which even made the Holy Lord feel a slight tremor in his soul!
(Even the complex spell that summons back the power of us brothers was created by Ximu...)
On the Holy Lord's sculpted, cold face, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, a crack appearing on his eternal indifference.

Valon's heart, beneath his skin, seemed to be gripped tightly by the pervasive evil aura.

His icy gaze, like the most precise instrument, dissected Ximu in the sky, which was frantically devouring and distorting the energy of reality, causing strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

(Who could have imagined... how many insidious and sinister schemes did this seemingly harmless fellow silently lay during the long, long years he was sealed away in the human world, long enough to obliterate stars?)
This demon, whom he, all his brothers and sisters, and even those foolish humans, had always regarded as the weakest, most ridiculous, and most suitable clown...

Its hidden dangers and terrifying power may have far exceeded the limits of any existing imagination!

Ximu is far more than just a sky demon.

He is the one truly immersed in darkness, manipulating souls and rules with ease...

The most terrifying demon wizard!

The blood-red color of the sky grew increasingly intense.

A new, and more unpredictable, threat descended with that piercing, shrill laughter.

(End of this chapter)