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

Chapter 160 Unraveling the Mystery! Is Ximu Going to Rule the World?
“Sheriff Black! Tru!” Jackie Chan shouted.

"Jackie Chan! Daddy!" Seeing the two of them free, Blake and Tru were greatly encouraged!

"These monstrous things are endless!" Jackie Chan frowned as he looked at the black energy warriors that had been scattered and then reformed. "We must find a way to completely purify them, or find their energy source!"

"The source is probably Westwood!" Old Man said, quickly pulling out various bottles, jars, and talismans from his pocket. "But I still have ways to deal with these small fry! Tru! Sheriff Black! Jackie Chan! Buy me some time!"

"No problem!" the three replied in unison, immediately forming a temporary defensive formation to protect their father in the middle.

Jackie Chan moved like a nimble cheetah through the ranks of the dark energy warriors. His martial arts skills had limited effect on these energy beings, but he always managed to use the terrain and his finesse to lure them away or temporarily trip them. Sheriff Black's holy water gun and talismans relentlessly poured fire, suppressing the dark energy warriors' offensive. Tru, on the other hand, stood like an impregnable wall, using his massive body and strength to withstand the greatest impacts!

Beneath the bridge, a fierce battle erupts between mortals and the minions of darkness!

"Drink!" Jackie Chan sidestepped and narrowly dodged the claws of a black-clad warrior. He then grabbed a discarded steel pipe and swung it hard, smashing it into the warrior's waist!

boom!
The black-clad warrior's body swayed as it was struck, its energy dissipating, but in just two seconds, it reformed, its crimson gaze locking onto Jackie Chan once more!
"These guys are really tough!" Jackie Chan used the momentum to retreat, creating distance between himself and another black-clad warrior charging at him, his brow furrowed. Physical attacks were having little effect, only temporarily hindering them.

"Tru! To the left!" Sheriff Black shouted, firing his holy water gun again. The silver energy bullet accurately struck a black-fume warrior who was trying to sneak up on Tru's back, sending black mist flying everywhere.

"Roar!" Tru roared, his massive fist slamming down with a whooshing sound, sending the two black-armored warriors flying backward and crashing into the bridge pier, temporarily dissipating into wisps of black smoke. But his enormous body had also endured several attacks; several holes corroded by the black energy had appeared on his dark jacket, revealing the scorched skin beneath.

"Dad! Hurry up! There are too many of these!" Tru shouted anxiously while fending off the new attacks.

"Hey! I know, I know! What's the rush!" The old man, protected in the middle, moved his hands rapidly, mixing various colored powders and liquids in a small ceramic bowl while chanting incantations. The obscure syllables were faintly audible amidst the intense fighting sounds. Several blank talismans floated in front of him, and as he chanted, pale golden patterns began to appear.

"Although their energy cores are weak, they all come from the same source!" the old man explained without looking up. "As long as we use righteous energy to trigger resonance, we can purify a large area at once!"

Just then, seven or eight more black-armored warriors emerged from the shadows deeper into the bridge arch and joined the battle, instantly increasing the pressure on the already strained defense line!

“The numbers are still increasing!” Sheriff Blake’s face was grave; his holy water ammunition and spells were being consumed rapidly.

Jackie Chan dodged and weaved, using bridge piers and debris to maneuver around the area, but his space was constantly shrinking. He saw a black-clad warrior bypass Tru's defenses and rush straight at his father, who was casting a spell!

"Dad, watch out!" Jackie Chan exclaimed in alarm, trying to come to the rescue but was held back by two black-clad warriors!

"Hmph!" The old man saw that the black warrior's claws were about to grab him, but he just snorted coldly. His left hand was still maintaining the spell, while his right hand grabbed an iron rod on the ground next to him with lightning speed. Without even looking, he thrust it backward!
puff!

The iron rod pierced precisely into the chest of the black-clad warrior. A faint stream of righteous energy flowed through the rod, and the black-clad warrior let out a silent shriek. His body, like a piece of paper on fire, quickly turned to ashes!
"Hey, when I was young, I used to practice too!" The old man tossed aside the iron rod, a hint of pride on his face, but his spellcasting speed didn't slow down at all. Jackie Chan was dumbfounded, then felt a little relieved.

"Alright!" Finally, the old man shouted, and the talisman in front of him shone brightly with golden light! He then splashed the mixed golden liquid, which emitted a strange fragrance, from the earthenware bowl onto the talisman!
Om-!
The golden light surged instantly, transforming into a visible golden shockwave that spread outwards from the father's center!
"Purify the righteous energy!"

Golden waves of light, like a warm tide, swept across the entire bridge arch! The warriors, composed of pure black energy, seemed to have met their nemesis the moment they came into contact with this pure righteous energy! They let out a shrill, silent shriek, and their bodies, like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, rapidly melted and disintegrated!
In just a few breaths, the dozens of black-qi warriors under the bridge were completely purified by this golden light wave, leaving not a trace of black qi behind!

"Phew, phew," Jackie Chan, Tru, and Sheriff Black all breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the empty underpass, their tense nerves finally relaxing.

"Done!" The old man clapped his hands, a tired but proud smile on his face. "I've got a way of dealing with these small fry!"

However, the crisis has not been completely resolved.

“Ximu ran away.” Sheriff Black looked in the direction Ximu had disappeared, his voice heavy. “He absorbed the power of those dark containers and has probably become even stronger.”

Jackie Chan walked over to his father and supported his swaying body: "Dad, are you alright?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I've used up a lot of energy." The old man waved his hand, but his face was indeed a little pale. "The most important thing now is that bastard Ximu, he must have gone to find the Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord?" Tru asked in confusion.

"Hmm," the old man nodded, his eyes grave. "Ximu's target is probably something in the Holy Lord's hands—something far more dangerous!"

"What is it?" Jackie Chan pressed.

"The Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales!" The old man's tone was extremely serious. "That's the notebook left behind by the black magic wizard Ye! It records countless terrifying black magic spells and secret techniques for summoning forbidden monsters! I originally thought that with Ye's death, this book would also disappear, but I never expected it to fall into the hands of the Holy Lord!"

Sheriff Blake's expression changed: "If Westwood gets his hands on that book, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"We must stop him!" Jackie Chan said immediately. "We're going to the Mafia's base right now!"

"I'm afraid it's too late." The old man shook his head, his face full of worry. "Ximu is too fast, and with his current strength, we can't stop him at all."

(End of this chapter)