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

Chapter 151 Ximu Returns! A Declaration to the World!
"Hehehehehe—!!!"

The ear-piercing laughter, like the sharpest icicles, pierced through the clouds, tore through the air, and plunged into the eardrums of every living being in the city below.

High in the sky, Xi Muna's figure, which originally looked somewhat comical, was now enveloped by a dense, almost viscous black aura, like a demon god crawling out of the abyss!
He spread his wings, the edges of which shimmered with an ominous black light, and greedily absorbed some kind of invisible energy. The black aura around him surged and expanded, emanating a terrifying pressure that made one's soul tremble!
The sky was completely dyed a disturbing dark red, like a huge, dripping curtain, casting an ominous shadow over the entire city.

The clouds twisted and spun, transforming into hideous ghost faces that roared silently.

The air was thick with the scent of sulfur, decay, and an indescribable chill. The crowds on the street were in chaos, with screams, car horns, and sirens mingling together.

Like the prelude to the end of the world.

"World!" Ximu's voice became distorted yet grand, echoing beneath the blood-red sky, "Feel the power from the heavens..."

No, feel the true fear that comes from the darkness!

I, Ximu, have returned! This time, I will be the sole ruler!

Black energy spread from his body like tentacles, and wherever it passed, the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers were covered with frost, and the neon lights flickered and went out eerily.

Even the sunlight seemed to be swallowed up by this evil force, becoming cold and powerless.

Outside the shopping mall, there was a complete mess.

Jackie Chan clutched his aching chest, the spot where he had been injured by the Earth Demon earlier, and which was now throbbing again from his brief exchange with the Holy Lord.

He looked at the figure in the sky that exuded overwhelming demonic power, his expression extremely solemn.

"Dad!" He rushed to his father, who had just been helped up by Tru, "That's Ximu? How did he become so powerful?!"

The old man looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, his usually impatient eyes now filled with an unprecedented solemnity and...

A deep sense of worry lingered. He didn't even complain or scold as he usually did.

“Dark magic…” Old Man’s voice was deep, carrying an unusual seriousness.

"That guy Ximu, he has mastered the oldest and most bizarre black magic!"

Xiaoyu and Tru also came over, their faces equally filled with fear and unease.

"Dark magic?" Xiaoyu nervously grabbed her father's sleeve. "What is that? Is it even more powerful than the Earthly Demon?"

"Impressive?" The old man frowned and shook his head.
"It's not simply a matter of saying it's powerful or not. The power of the Earth Demon is pure earth power, violent and direct."

But Ximu's dark magic... is even more insidious and unpredictable!

It can distort reality, corrupt souls, and manipulate the rules! It's a... extremely troublesome power!

The old man paused, his tone becoming even more somber:

"According to ancient records, among the eight great demons, although Ximu's sky powers are not the strongest, his talent and understanding of black magic are the most terrifying!"

He's practically a...born demon wizard!

Jackie Chan's heart sank upon hearing this. He recalled the unusual behavior of the Holy Master earlier, which seemed to indicate that he had intentionally let Ximu go, and his unease deepened.

"Then how should we deal with him, Dad?"

Jackie Chan asked eagerly, "What's the method for sealing him? Is it the same as the one used by the Earth Demon?"

"Well, there is a way." The old man sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Or, just like dealing with other demons, find the true immortal deity's artifact that sealed him, and then invoke the deity! This is the safest and most thorough method."

"Or," the old man changed the subject, glancing at Jackie Chan,
"Let's use the same temporary seal we used against the Earth Demon to trap him first. But..."

He pointed to the dark energy in the sky that was about to engulf the entire city.
"Look at him now! The power of the black magic has been fully unleashed and is still increasing! That temporary sealing spell probably can't even hold him for a short while! Let alone send him back to hell!"

"Then we'll have to resort to divine intervention!" Jackie Chan said decisively.

"What is the divine artifact that sealed Ximu? Dad, do you know where it is?"

"The god who sealed Ximu..."

The old man frowned, trying hard to recall the records in the ancient books, "It seems to be... a god related to the sky and storms."

As for the token...

Alas, the book's description is vague, only stating that the token contains the power to purify storms and quell the anger of the sky.

But what exactly it was, and where it ended up, Dad didn't know either!

Time was running out, the dark energy in the sky grew increasingly dense, and Ximu's maniacal laughter became more and more piercing.

Jackie Chan immediately pulled out his communicator and pressed the emergency contact button: "Sheriff Black! It's me, Jackie Chan!"

"Jackie Chan? How's the situation on your end? We've detected a huge abnormal energy fluctuation in the city center, and..." Sheriff Black's urgent voice came through the communicator.

"It's a demon! The Sky Demon Ximu has escaped!"

Jackie Chan spoke very quickly.

"The situation is extremely urgent! His power is much greater than before! Father said that we need to find the immortal god's artifact that sealed him to completely defeat him!"

Sheriff, I need District 13's help! Immediately! Use all resources to find an ancient artifact related to the sky and storms, imbued with divine power!
It could be some kind of symbol, or a ritual implement!

"Roger that! Jackie Chan! District 13, launch a global search immediately! Maintain contact!" Sheriff Black responded without hesitation.

After hanging up the call, Jackie Chan looked up at the sky, a heavy feeling settling in his heart. He hoped it wasn't too late.

The old man also looked at the sky, his eyes filled with lingering worry.

He felt that this crisis was probably more difficult than any of the previous ones.

The power that Ximu has displayed, and his use of black magic, has exceeded the scope of what is recorded in ancient books.

How many unknown trump cards did this consistently underestimated demon accumulate during its long period of sealing?

His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the distance, his gaze incredibly profound.

In the distance, the Holy Lord, standing in the shadows, also looked up at the sky.

Valon's cold, expressionless face revealed a complex and unfathomable light deep within his scarlet eyes.

(Ximu... dark magic... interesting.)
A cold thought flowed silently through his mind.

He slowly grinned, smiling silently.

(It seems my "brothers and sisters" have been hiding quite a few... surprises.)
(End of this chapter)