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

Chapter 152 Dad was captured by Ximu?

The ear-piercing laughter seemed to have a tangible penetrating force, exploding high in the sky, making the eardrums of people on the ground buzz and their hearts tremble with fear.

Ximu hovered beneath the blood-red sky, the surging black energy around him like a living thing, greedily absorbing some invisible negative energy between heaven and earth.

His originally thin body now exuded a suffocatingly powerful aura.

He was no longer the clown who only knew how to use petty tricks and fawned over Shendu. Having merged with the Black Curse and broken free from the shackles of hell, he had returned to a world filled with...

In the "nourishment" of the human world, Ximu has now transformed into a true embodiment of darkness!

"Hehehe! Power! This is true power!"

As Ximu felt the surging, dark magic power within him, a twisted, fanatical expression appeared on his face.
"That fool, Holy Lord, and those useless cowards like Di Kui, Zhou Lan, and Zhong Su who only know how to use brute force! They don't understand at all! This black blessing is the root of all domination!"

He suddenly lowered his head, his pure black eyes, like two cold black holes, instantly locking onto the short figure on the ground, wearing a blue robe, looking up at the sky with a solemn expression.

"Dad..."

Ximu's voice hissed in the air like a cold, venomous snake.
"That annoying old man! It's always him! Those damned spells! Those nasty magics!"

Unlike Di Kui and the others who were eager to unleash their power and cause destruction, Xi Mu quickly calmed down after his initial euphoria.

Countless years of reflection on failures within the seal, along with a profound understanding of dark magic, led him to realize a truth.

—To truly rule the world, one must first remove those who threaten him!
And of all these, the oldest and most troublesome one is undoubtedly Dad!

"Once we get rid of him, the remaining archaeologist who only knows martial arts, that little girl, and that big guy are nothing to worry about!"

A cold, calculating glint flashed in Ximu's eyes.

"We must strike first!"

Almost the instant the thought flashed through my mind!
"call out--!"

Xi Mu's figure, like a black arrow released from a bow, swooped down from the blood-red sky with a sharp whooshing sound! His target was his father, who was standing in the crowd!

"Dad! Watch out!"

Jackie Chan was the first to react. He had just finished his call with Sheriff Black when he looked up and saw the rapidly falling black shadow. His pupils contracted and he screamed!

Tru roared, his massive body instinctively trying to shield his father!

The old man also felt the aura that rushed towards him, far colder and more evil than any demon he had encountered before! His expression changed drastically, and without thinking, his hands immediately began to form hand seals!

"Oh dear! This evil aura!"

However, Ximu was too fast! Moreover, what he used was not a simple physical impact, but black energy magic condensed to the extreme!

Before his father's defensive spell could take shape, a beam of black energy, solid as a tangible substance, shot through the air like a viper's tongue, striking his father with pinpoint accuracy!

"Uh!"

The old man groaned, feeling a chilling, bone-deep power invade his body, instantly paralyzing his limbs and making it extremely difficult to even mobilize his qi and magic! This power wasn't overwhelmingly strong, but it possessed a strange corrosive quality, specifically suppressing the righteous energy within him!

"Dad!"

Xiaoyu let out a terrified scream!
Before Tru could even throw a punch, he was violently slammed away by an invisible black wall of energy, staggering back several steps!

Jackie Chan tried to rush over, but Westwood was faster!

"Hehehe! You old fool, your good days are over!"

Xi Mujian chuckled, and black energy spread out from his body like tentacles, instantly binding his immobilized father!

"Let go of my father!"

Xiaoyu rushed forward recklessly, but was easily repelled by the black energy tentacles and fell to the ground. "Ximu! Stop!"

Jackie Chan roared and leaped into the air, attempting to intercept!

But Ximu didn't engage him in a prolonged fight. With a sudden flap of his wings, he carried his father, who was tightly bound by black energy, and soared into the sky like a black lightning bolt, disappearing instantly into the depths of the thick, blood-red clouds!
"Dad—!!"

Jackie Chan and Jade's heart-wrenching cries were drowned out by the chaotic background noise of the city.

Jackie Chan landed heavily on the ground, looking up at the empty, blood-red sky, his face filled with anxiety, anger, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

Tru struggled to his feet, staring in the direction his father had disappeared, his huge fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes filled with self-reproach and worry.

"Dad... Dad's been taken away..."

Xiaoyu slumped to the ground, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, her voice trembling with sobs.

"What do we do? Uncle Long... what do we do?"

Jackie Chan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His father had been captured—this was the worst-case scenario! Xi Mu's goal was clear: he had captured his father to completely eliminate this greatest threat!

"Don't cry, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan walked to her side and knelt down. Although his heart sank to the bottom, he knew he couldn't panic now.

"We must bring Dad back! Now!"

He looked at Tru, his eyes resolute:

"True, are you alright?"

Tru shook his head, his voice low:
“I’m fine, Mr. Jackie Chan. But my dad…”

"I know."

Jackie Chan stood up, his gaze returning to the sky, where the blood-red clouds seemed to carry a mocking air.
“Ximu’s power is very strange. We don’t have an effective way to deal with him right now, and we don’t know where he took Dad.”

In the distance, in the shadows.

Ah Fen and La Su looked at the sky and exchanged bewildered glances.

"Boss... that old man... he's been arrested?"

Rasu found it hard to believe.

Ah Fen stroked his chin:
"This is troublesome... that old man's magic is quite powerful."

Shendu remained standing in the same spot. Valon's face was expressionless, but his scarlet eyes seemed to flash with an extremely subtle light the moment he saw his father being taken away by Westwood, so fast that it was impossible to catch.

(Was the righteous mage... being prioritized for treatment...?) A cold thought flowed through my mind.

(That's good. It saves me a lot of trouble.)
(Ximu...you're getting more and more interesting.)
We must find him!

Jackie Chan's voice was firm and decisive, interrupting Jade's sobs and Tru's worries.

"Sheriff Black is still looking for the token, but we can't just sit here and wait! Dad can't wait that long!"

He looked around, his gaze finally settling on the shopping center where Ximu had smashed a large hole.

"Perhaps...we can find clues in the places where he appeared!"

Jackie Chan said in a deep voice,
"Xiaoyu, Tru, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)