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

Chapter 154 Opening the Ancient Book! Dealing with Ximu!
This is the last straw, the only option in this desperate situation!

Looking at the unwavering determination in Xiaoyu's eyes, Tru opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back his words of dissuasion.

He knew Xiaoyu's temperament and understood the urgency of the situation.

He could only stand silently to the side, on high alert, watching for any possible anomalies, protecting the girl who was determined to find hope in ancient knowledge.

Xiaoyu turned to the first page of the ancient book.

The obscure and ancient script and the distorted and bizarre illustrations immediately caught her eye, and an indescribable attraction, as if possessing some kind of magic, began to firmly draw her attention.

Tru stood like an iron tower beside the desk, casting a huge shadow over the petite figure who was writing furiously at the desk.

His gaze was fixed on Xiaoyu and the dark red ancient book in front of her, which was open and exuded an ominous aura. His face was full of worry, but he dared not make a sound to disturb her.

Xiaoyu's brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her small nose.

Her small hands moved quickly across the yellowed pages, muttering to herself, trying to find a clue among the twisted, obscure ancient text and eerie illustrations that could help her fight the Sky Demon.

Time seemed to freeze in this small antique shop, every second filled with a heavy sense of oppression.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Sheriff Black’s office was brightly lit, and the agents of District 13 were like high-speed machines, sifting through massive amounts of information from around the world.

Photos and information about various ancient artifacts and ruins flashed across the screen, but the token that met all the criteria of "sky," "storm," "purification," and "divine power" disappeared without a trace, as if it had sunk into the sea.

Jackie Chan wandered through the chaotic and messy streets, his khaki jacket covered in dust.

His eyes were sharp as he constantly scanned his surroundings, trying to catch any clues left by Ximu.

The faint, cold, and malevolent black aura in the air was his only guide.

This scent eventually led him to the edge of the city, to an abandoned area overgrown with weeds.

An ancient church, weathered by time, stands silently in front of us, like a colossal beast crouching in the darkness.

Its spire has collapsed, its walls are mottled, its stained glass is shattered, leaving only dark, gaping windows that seem to peer into the eyes of any intruder.

The scent of Ximu becomes exceptionally strong here.

Jackie Chan slowed his pace, approaching silently like a cheetah.

He circled around to the side of the church, using a dilapidated low wall as cover, and cautiously peeked out to look into the church.

The interior of the church was even more dilapidated than the exterior.

Moonlight streamed through the holes in the dome, illuminating the broken bench, the toppled stone pillars, and the pervasive dust.

In the open space in the center of the church, a thick, swirling mass of black smoke stood out conspicuously.

Westwood!

He hovered in mid-air, his black wings flapping slowly. His pure black eyes looked down at his father, who was tightly bound by black energy tentacles and suspended in mid-air! His father's white beard was a little messy, and his blue robe was stained, but there was no fear on his wrinkled face. Instead, it was full of his usual stubbornness and impatience.

"Hehehe... Old man, your death is near!" Ximu's sharp, piercing voice echoed in the empty church, filled with undisguised killing intent. "Once I've dealt with you, this old nuisance, no one will be able to stop me! Those talismans, those annoying spells, will all become history!"

Jackie Chan's heart clenched, and his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists.

"Pah!" The old man spat in Ximu's direction without backing down, though the saliva evaporated into black mist before it could even get close. "Hey! You ugly winged monster! You think killing my old man will solve everything? Dream on!"

The old man, his neck stiff, still spoke in a booming voice: "Let me tell you! Even if I fall into your hands today, someone else will come after you! Tru! My big, burly apprentice! He will inherit my mantle and learn all the righteous magic! He will definitely find a way to send you, this menace, back to hell!"

Ximu's pure black eyes flickered slightly when he heard the words "Tru," "inheritance," and "righteous magic."

The sneer on his face suddenly turned thoughtful.

The body, suspended in mid-air, stopped flapping its wings.

A brief silence fell over the church, broken only by the faint hissing sound of surging black mist.

Jackie Chan hid behind the wall, holding his breath, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

“Apprentice?” Ximu repeated the word slowly, his voice becoming low and playful. “Yes… how come I didn’t think of that…”

He raised his head again and looked at his bound father. In his dark eyes, a colder and more cruel light gleamed.

"Hehe...hehehehe..." Ximu suddenly chuckled, the laughter growing louder and more maniacal. "You're right, old man! Killing you directly would be too easy for you, too...wasteful!"

“Solving them one by one, how troublesome!” Ximu stretched out his claws, pointing at his father, his tone filled with malicious excitement. “You are the best bait! A living old mage who can cast righteous magic! As long as you are alive, that archaeologist named Jackie Chan, that little brat, and your big apprentice, they will definitely try their best to save you!”

"And that District 13 thing too! They'll definitely track them down here too!"

"Then..." Ximu opened his arms wide, as if embracing a wonderful plan, his voice becoming like a hellish aria, "I will be right here, laying a net that can't be pulled! I'll wait for all of you troublesome insects to walk right into it! Then... I'll... wipe you all out in one fell swoop!!"

"Hehehehehe—!!!"

A maniacal and triumphant laugh echoed once more through the dilapidated church, carrying a chilling, eerie sound.

Behind the corner, Jackie Chan's face instantly turned deathly pale.

He understood Ximu's plan.

This demon is more cunning and cruel than he imagined!
He rushed out to save his father, only to fall right into Ximu's trap! But if he didn't save him, his father could be killed by this fickle devil at any moment!
dilemma!

Jackie Chan's heart sank to the bottom of a cold abyss.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

He had to find a way! He had to rescue his father before Ximu's trap was completely complete!

But what should he do when faced with this sky demon with bizarre power and a vicious mind?
(End of this chapter)