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

Chapter 174 The Ultimate Fear in the Devil's Heart

hell.

This is a dimension filled with sulfur, despair, and eternal torment. Beneath the scarlet sky rise twisted, grotesque mountains and rivers flowing with lava. The air is thick with a pungent stench and the wails of countless souls.

In the very center of this chaotic land, on a simple plaza made of piled-up black boulders, figures of various shapes and exuding a powerful, evil aura gathered.

The Earth Demon, Cursed Blue, stood silently like a moving mountain. The Moon Demon, Cursed Moon, radiated a cold, silvery light, its face expressionless. The Lightning Demon, Zhong Su, crackled with electricity. The Water Demon, Basha, transformed into a pool of viscous black water, slowly writhing on the ground. The Mountain Demon, Bo Gang, its obese body nearly filling half the plaza. The Wind Demon, Howling Wind, was a faint, ethereal whirlwind.

And then there was the demon lord, the Holy Lord, sealed within a stone statue, with only his head able to move. His statue was carelessly discarded at the edge of the plaza, its scarlet stone eyes burning with an inextinguishable rage.

They were none other than the eight great demons who had once wreaked havoc on the human world. At this moment, they, along with some other demons of slightly lower status, sensed something, and their gazes turned in unison to the distorted space in the center of the plaza.

Space churned violently like boiling water, and an extremely unstable crack was forcibly torn open. Accompanied by an extremely shrill scream, a tattered and illusory black figure was thrown out like trash and crashed heavily onto the hard black rock ground.

It was none other than the Sky Demon—Ximu.

Or rather, it is the remaining core essence of Ximu.

His once massive, solid body, burning with dark flames, had completely vanished, leaving only a wisp of faint black smoke that seemed ready to extinguish at any moment. Above the smoke, a distorted, pained face could be vaguely seen, its pure black eyes filled with unprecedented terror and chaos.

An eerie silence fell over the square.

All the demons were stunned, staring incredulously at the wisp of dying black smoke on the ground.

"Ximu?" Thunder Demon Zhongsu broke the silence first, his voice tinged with uncertainty and mockery. "What happened to you? Didn't you go to the human world to establish your dark kingdom?"

"Heh heh..." The Moon Demon Cursed Moon let out a cold laugh, "It seems that a certain 'great wizard' who claims to surpass the Holy Lord has gone too far in the mortal realm."

"Hmph! Trash!" The stone head of the Holy Lord roared angrily, "You can't even handle a mere mortal! Yet you dare to claim you can surpass me?!"

The water demon Basha wriggled closer, radiating curiosity: "Were you defeated by those righteous mages? Their power shouldn't be enough to injure you like this."

The Earth Demon Curse Blue asked in a gruff voice, "Didn't you absorb the power of those dark containers? Who in the mortal realm can stop you now?"

Faced with the demons' questioning and mockery, the wisp of black smoke remaining on the ground trembled violently. On Ximu's illusory face, terror almost overflowed. He seemed to have just awakened from an eternal nightmare; his voice was hoarse and shrill, trembling uncontrollably.
"No...it wasn't them..."

"Not those sorcerers! Not those mortals!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical fear:
"It's him! He's back!"

"Who?" The Wind Demon Howling Wind stopped spinning and asked curiously.

Ximu abruptly raised his illusory head, his pure black eyes fixed on the surrounding demons. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling intent that penetrated to the very soul:
"Lin...Lin Tian!"

"Lin Tian?!"

This name struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, instantly resounding in the hearts of all the demons!

The mockery, questioning, and curiosity in the square vanished in an instant. In their place came a deathly silence, and an emotion called "fear" spread rapidly like a plague.

The electric light on the surface of the lightning demon Zhong Su suddenly went out, and its massive body stiffened slightly.

The Moon Demon's cold laughter abruptly stopped, and even the silver glow dimmed slightly.

The water demon Basha stopped writhing, and unnatural ripples appeared on the black water.

The mountain demon Bogang's obese body trembled violently, and the fat on his face twitched involuntarily.

The shadowy figure of the Wind Demon Howling Wind was almost disintegrating.

Even the Holy Lord, who had been roaring incessantly, now seemed to have his neck choked, and for the first time, pure and undisguised horror appeared in his scarlet stone eyes!

"Impossible!" the Holy Lord screamed, his voice even trembling slightly. "How could he still exist?! He should have..."

"It's him! It's definitely him!" Ximu interrupted the Holy Lord's words with a shrill voice, fear almost driving him to collapse. "And that sword! That damned sword!"

"Time...the sword of time!" "Buzz—!"

When the words "Sword of Time" were uttered, an invisible chill instantly swept across the entire square.

All the demons, whether the powerful eight great demons or the lesser demons, felt a stinging pain originating from the depths of their very being!

Those were distant memories, almost deliberately forgotten, that surged forth like a tidal wave!

Taoyuan.

That place, like a paradise on earth, yet it buried their ambitions.

The seemingly ordinary young man stood under the peach tree, holding an ancient longsword, his eyes calm yet carrying an air of majesty overlooking all living beings.

Then came that nightmarish sword strike!
That sword strike, seemingly ordinary, contained a power of law that they could neither comprehend nor resist!

time!

That sword strike not only slashed at their demonic bodies, but also struck at their very essence!
The Earth Demon Curse Blue seemed to feel the pain of its body being torn apart and its authority over the earth being stripped away once again, and fine cracks appeared on its hard rock body.

The Moon Demon Curse instinctively clutched her chest, where an eternal sword scar seemed to emanate a chilling pain, interfering with her control over the power of the moon.

The Thunder Demon Zhong Su trembled all over, and the violent lightning power became chaotic, as if it would backfire on him at any moment.

The black water of the water demon Basha fluctuated violently, and something inside seemed to be being stirred by the invisible sword intent.

The mountain demon Bogang growled in agony, a terrifying scar running across his abdomen faintly visible on his massive body—an eternal mark left by the sword of time.

The figure of the Wind Demon Howling Wind became even more ethereal, as if that sword strike had weakened his very existence.

The statue's head shook violently, its crimson eyes filled with resentment and uncontrollable fear. He knew better than any demon the terror of the Sword of Time! That sword had not only severely wounded his body but also left an unhealable wound deep within his soul, constantly burning within him and reminding him of that shame!

“That wound…” Zhong Su began with difficulty, his voice hoarse, “It…it’s starting to hurt again…”

“Me too…” Zhouyue’s voice trembled slightly.

"Damn it! Damn Lin Tian! Damn the Sword of Time!" The Holy Lord roared madly, but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. "Why?! Why did he appear again?! Shouldn't he have completely perished with the passage of time?!"

Ximu's shattered essence huddled on the ground, stammering, "I don't know... I only saw... a phantom... he was holding a sword... just one sword... and I..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but all the demons understood.

With just a phantom image and a single sword strike, Ximu, who had absorbed immense dark power and whose strength nearly surpassed that of the Holy Lord, was reduced to nothing but a few remnants of his original essence!
What if... what if Lin Tian himself came in person?

What if... the sword of time were to fall again?

A chilling coldness enveloped the hearts of all the demons.

They are the rulers of hell, the embodiment of chaos and evil, and beings feared by countless worlds.

But under the man's name and the shadow of that sword, they felt a long-lost fear, even stronger than when facing the righteous mage!
That is the ultimate fear, branded deep within our very being, and can never be erased!
Hell Square was deathly silent.

Only the faint, terrified whimpers of Ximu's remnant soul, along with the heavy, suppressed breathing of the demons, echoed under the scarlet sky.

The once invincible demons now stand like frightened beasts, facing together that nightmarish name from the distant past.

Lin Tian.

The sword of time.

These two words became the heaviest curse in hell at this moment.

(End of this chapter)