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

Chapter 157 The Terror of Ximu! The Black Qi Warrior!

Beneath his feet, Jackie Chan and his father, bound by black energy, remained suspended, unable to move or speak, only able to watch all this with angry and worried eyes.

At the other end of the bridge, Sheriff Black walked alone, wearing a dark trench coat, with a stern face, and carrying a silver metal briefcase.

Tru followed half a step behind him, his massive frame clad in an inconspicuous dark jacket. His face was expressionless, but his clenched fists and slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Hehehe... It seems you guys are very punctual."

"Xi Mu's sharp laughter came from the black mist, carrying an arrogant sense of control over everything."

His pure black eyes swept over Sheriff Black, finally landing on Tru, a hint of contempt and amusement in his gaze. "This is the old man's apprentice? Looks like... he's got quite a build."

"

Sheriff Black stopped and placed the briefcase on the ground.

"Ximu, everything you asked for is here."

His voice was cold and restrained. "Release them."

"

"Release them?" Ximu seemed to have heard something funny and chuckled again. "Don't be in such a hurry, Sheriff."

Let me inspect the goods first.

"

He stretched out a claw and grabbed at the air.

Tru, standing behind Sheriff Black, suddenly stiffened.

He felt an invisible dark force urging him on.

He gritted his teeth, a hint of pain and humiliation flashing in his eyes, but he still bent down and took out items wrapped in special rune cloth from a heavy backpack he had brought.

They were containers of various shapes, including ancient pottery jars, stone boxes carved with strange patterns, and some vessels that looked like they were made from the bones of some kind of creature.

Each item exudes a faint, dark aura; they are vessels of evil power belonging to other dark forces or unknown entities, collected and sealed away by District 13 over many years.

Tru's hands trembled slightly as he placed the items one by one on the open space designated by Ximu.

With each item he placed down, the pain on his face deepened. He could clearly sense the evil and filth contained within these objects, which clashed with the righteous energy within him; each contact felt like being devoured by a venomous snake.

“Very good…very good…” Ximu looked at the containers that exuded an alluring dark aura, his pure black eyes gleaming with greed.

He didn't touch the silver briefcase containing the so-called "token" (which didn't actually exist). His target from the beginning was these containers that contained pure dark power!
He opened his mouth and took a deep breath!
call--!
A powerful suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

The runic cloth on the surface of those containers instantly turned to ashes! The containers themselves also began to shake violently, groaning under the strain!
Thick streams of dark energy, each a different color, were forcibly pulled from the containers as if by an invisible hand, converging into a surging black torrent that rushed wildly into Ximu's mouth!
Ximu's body was like a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring this enormous dark energy! The black energy around him expanded and churned at a visible speed, becoming more viscous and deeper, and the evil pressure emanating from him also increased exponentially!

"Ughhhhhh—!" Ximu let out a roar that was both painful and pleasurable, as black energy surged and fused within his body! His figure seemed to grow taller, the black light on the edges of his wings became even sharper, and deep within his pure black eyes, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were howling!
After a short while, the torrent of energy gradually subsided.

Those containers, drained of their power, lost all their luster and lay scattered on the ground like ordinary earthenware jars and stone boxes.

Meanwhile, Ximu, who was suspended in mid-air, had black energy swirling around him that had almost materialized into dark flames, emanating a terrifying pressure that could freeze one's soul!
He felt an unprecedented surge of power within him and let out an even more manic and piercing laugh: "Hehehehehe—!! Power! More power!!"

He turned his head sharply, his eyes, burning with dark flames, fixed on Sheriff Black and Tru.

"Now..." Ximu's voice turned as cold as the winds of the deepest hell, "it's your turn!"

Before the words were even finished, the black energy surging from the depths of the bridge archway burst forth like a flood of ink, spreading outwards with a sudden burst of power! It was no longer a stream of air, but a viscous, icy, and highly corrosive dark energy that was about to engulf Sheriff Black and Tru in an instant!

"Back off!" Sheriff Blake reacted quickly, leaping backward and pulling out several yellow talismans from inside his trench coat, which he then tossed out!
"Hmph!" Tru roared, his massive body advancing instead of retreating, his arms crossed in front of him, the righteous energy he had just begun to master instinctively circulating within him, trying to resist the overwhelming darkness!
Chi Chi Chi -!
The talisman ignited with a faint golden light the moment it touched the edge of the black energy, but it only lasted for less than a second before being completely swallowed up and annihilated by the surging dark energy!
Tru's protective barrier of righteous energy shattered instantly, like thin ice hitting a boulder! The chilling dark energy, like countless tiny venomous snakes, burrowed into his skin and eroded his will!

"Ugh!" Tru let out a painful groan. His massive body was entangled and covered by black energy, and his movements became sluggish and stiff, as if he had sunk into a bottomless swamp!
Sheriff Black was also caught in the all-pervasive black aura around his ankle and was about to be dragged into the center of that darkness!

"Hehehe! Useless!" Ximu hovered in the center of the black mist, watching the two struggle in vain, a cruel smile on his face. "In the face of absolute darkness, your feeble resistance is simply laughable!"

Hanging in mid-air with their mouths gagged, Jackie Chan and his father could only make anxious "mmm" sounds, their eyes filled with despair and anger! They could only watch helplessly as Sheriff Black and Tru were about to be swallowed by darkness!
Ximu relished their despair, a morbid sense of satisfaction filling his heart. But he didn't immediately kill them.

"My guests, have some fun." Ximu raised his paw and gently waved it towards the surging black mist.

Woo——!
The shadows under the bridge seemed to come alive! On the ground, on the walls, and even in the murky river water, blurry human figures formed purely of black mist slowly rose to their feet!
They have no facial features, only twisted limbs and empty eye sockets that shimmer with scarlet light. They exude a nauseating, chilling aura. They are the lowest level, yet the most numerous, that the source of black energy can drive—the black energy warriors!
"Roar!"

Dozens of black-armored warriors roared silently, their crimson eyes locking onto Sheriff Black and Tru, who were partially bound by black energy, and surged forward like a tidal wave!
"Get rid of these troublesome insects," Ximu coldly ordered. Then, he stopped looking at the battlefield below, turned around, and turned his gaze toward the city center. In his eyes, which burned with dark flames, a stronger greed and ambition gleamed.

(Holy Lord... your useless brother... it's time to hand over the good stuff you've been hiding!)
(Night... The "Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales" left behind by that short-lived fellow... The power recorded in that book is what I truly need!)
"Whoosh—!" Ximu's figure transformed into a thick black light, instantly breaking through the confinement of the bridge arch and disappearing into the dark red sky, leaving behind only dozens of black-qi warriors and four people trapped in a desperate situation.

With Ximu gone, the massive dark energy that had been suppressing Blake and Tru seemed to have weakened slightly, but the black energy warriors surging up from the surrounding area brought an even more direct threat of death!
"Ugh!" Tru suddenly broke free from the black aura binding him. He pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. This was a simplified version of exorcism potion that he had hastily made overnight based on his father's notes before he came! He unscrewed the stopper and splashed the green liquid, which emitted a pungent herbal smell, onto himself and Sheriff Black next to him!

Zila——!
The green potion, upon contact with the black energy, reacted like boiling oil poured onto ice and snow, producing a violent corrosive sound! A significant portion of the black energy clinging to the two instantly dissipated!
"Well done, Tru!" Sheriff Black took the opportunity to break free of his restraints completely. He pulled out more talismans from his trench coat and drew a specially made pistol that gleamed with silver light.

"These things are no pushovers!" Sheriff Blake roared, and the talismans in his hand shot out like a shower of flowers towards the charging black-armored warriors!
boom! boom! boom!
The silver pistol also emitted a dull firing sound, but instead of bullets, it fired bursts of compressed, highly concentrated holy water energy!
(End of this chapter)