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

"Let's go!" The old man made a quick decision, pulling Jackie Chan and Jade along.

The power of the Rabbit Talisman activated instantly!

The three figures blurred, like three fleeting phantoms, moving at an extreme speed!
Swish!Swish!Swish!
They narrowly avoided the Holy Lord's follow-up fiery breath and the sweeping of his other claw, and rushed out of the palace at incredible speed!
The scorching dragon breath burned the spot where they had just stood into scorched earth, melting the hard ground into lava.

Outside the palace, the three dared not linger for a moment. They pushed the power of the rabbit talisman to its limit and fled swiftly along the secret passage they had come from.

Behind him came an even more ferocious and unwilling roar from the Holy Lord.

"Insects! Don't even think about running away!"

"I will surely catch you! I will cast your souls into the deepest depths of hell, to be burned for eternity!"

The roar echoed throughout the palace, alarming countless demon minions who began a frantic search within its walls.

But Jackie Chan and his group had already escaped the palace grounds under the blessing of the Rabbit Talisman and disappeared into the shadows of the city under the rule of demons.

……

Deep inside the palace.

Looking at the empty palace, feeling the three vital energies draining from his body, the Holy Lord was almost consumed by rage.

The strength of the ox! The explosiveness of the dragon! The speed of the rabbit!

All three of these powers are crucial to him!
Losing them significantly impacted his strength!

What's even more hateful is that they were so easily fooled by mere mortals!
This is simply a shame!
"Lin Tian...it must be Lin Tian!"

The Holy Lord's crimson eyes flashed with a frenzied hatred.

Aside from that guy, he couldn't think of anyone else who could teach mortals this bizarre magic that extracts demonic power!

That damned guy! He altered history, but he didn't eliminate the greatest threat!

No! We must contact Hell immediately!
Suppressing his anger, the Holy Lord began to use the remaining, faint connection to send messages to the other demons in Hell.

"Brothers and sisters! Something terrible has happened in the world!"

"Mortals have mastered magic that can extract our power! They have stolen my power of the bull, the dragon, and the rabbit!"

"They are very likely connected to Lin Tian! They pose a huge threat! I need your help!"

The Holy Lord exaggerated the situation as much as possible in an attempt to attract the attention of the other demons.

……

hell.

In the dimly lit square, the demons listened lazily to the Holy Lord's message.

"Magic to extract power? Mortals?" Zhong Su scoffed disdainfully. "Holy Lord, are you out of your mind? What threat could a mere mortal pose?"

“Exactly,” Bo Gang said in a deep voice, “I could crush them with a single finger.”

Curse Moon's icy voice rang out: "Perhaps the Holy Lord himself is too useless, unable to even deal with a few mortals."

The demons were dismissive of the Holy Lord's plea for help.

In their view, in this distorted era, humanity is like an ant, not worth fearing at all.

The only thing they feared was Lin Tian, ​​who might still exist.

A few mortals who know strange magic can't cause any trouble at all.

Hearing the mockery and disdain coming from Hell, the Holy Lord was so angry that he almost breathed fire again.

What a bunch of short-sighted idiots!
"You bunch of idiots!" the Holy Lord roared in response. "Don't forget Lin Tian! The one who almost destroyed us completely!"

"Those mortals are very likely his pawns! The power they wield is bizarre! If they are allowed to continue growing stronger, who knows what will happen?!"

"Do you want to repeat the same mistakes?!"

"Lin Tian!"

When that name came out of the Holy Lord's mouth again, it was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the contempt and languor that permeated Hell Square.

The demons' enormous bodies trembled in unison.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

That fear, deliberately suppressed and buried deep within their very being, awakens once more like a lurking venomous snake, its cold tongue licking at their souls.

Even the flames of hell seemed to have dimmed somewhat.

“Lin Tian…” Zhong Su’s voice was no longer filled with violence, but trembled slightly. “He… really… still exists?”

The chill emanating from Zhou Yue intensified, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on her icy face. Xi Mu's weakened remnant soul curled up into a ball, trembling as if it had heard the call of death.

The demons' expressions instantly turned serious.

For them, Lin Tian's existence was a Damocles' sword hanging over their heads, an ultimate nightmare they could never escape.

They knew very well that Lin Tian truly had the ability to kill them completely!
That kind of erasure at the level of existence is far more terrifying than being sealed in hell!
The Holy Lord keenly sensed the fear in his people, and he knew that the time had come.

“I cannot be certain whether he still exists intact,” the Holy Lord’s voice turned somber and grave. “When I was rewriting the history books, I was interfered with and failed to completely erase his traces!”

"What does this mean? It means that he may be lurking in some corner, like a venomous snake! It means that the history I distorted could be set right at any time by him or his successor!"

"If history is restored..." The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, carrying a inflammatory fear, "If the 'truth' that we have sealed away descends again, we will be utterly dead! We will never be able to rise again!"

These words struck like a heavy hammer into the heart of every demon.

death!

For these self-proclaimed immortal demon lords, this was the most unacceptable ending!

"Holy Lord!" Zhou Lan's voice, as steady as a mountain, rang out, carrying an unprecedented seriousness, "Why didn't you completely erase him when you rewrote history?!"

"I told you!" the Holy Lord roared, "I was interfered with! That damned Jackie Chan! And that little girl! They tore up a part of the history book! I didn't have time to finish writing it!"

"Jackie Chan..." The demons remembered this name.

"Now, those mortals have mastered the magic to extract our power and possess my talismanic power," the Holy Lord continued to incite. "They are very likely the backup plan left by Lin Tian, ​​or his chosen successors!"

"Their goal is most likely to find the historical records, or even Lin Tian himself, and restore that damned history!"

We must not let them succeed!

The disdain in the demons' eyes vanished completely, replaced by deep fear and...killing intent!
They are not afraid of ordinary people, but they are afraid of Lin Tian!
Any threat that may be related to Lin Tian must be nipped in the bud!

"Holy Lord, what do you need us to do?" Zhou Lan asked in a deep voice.

"Find them! At all costs!" The Holy Lord's voice was cold and cruel. "I need your power to search for them throughout the world!"

"Once discovered, kill without mercy! Reclaim my talismanic power!"

"We must not allow them any opportunity to access anything that could potentially restore history!"

"We understand." The demons' deep voices echoed across Hell Square.

The long-running demonic meeting finally reached a brief consensus due to their shared fear of Lin Tian.

Although they remained suspicious and hostile towards each other, they had no choice but to temporarily join forces when faced with a threat that could lead to their complete annihilation.

The eight demons (although one was reduced to a remnant soul and another was trapped in a mortal's body) simultaneously began to act, infiltrating the human world with their will and power through various covert means.

An invisible net, woven by demonic power, began to slowly unfurl in the dark world under the rule of the Holy Lord.

The target is Jackie Chan, Uncle, Jade, and Tru—four key figures in the eyes of the devil who may hold the key to overthrowing their rule!
……

Meanwhile, in the human world.

On the edge of a twisted city ruin.

With the help of the Rabbit Talisman, Jackie Chan and his crew temporarily escaped the pursuit of the demon's minions and found a relatively safe temporary hiding place—an abandoned, half-collapsed subway tunnel.

The tunnel was dark and damp, filled with the smell of rust and mildew.

"Phew... I'm safe for now." Jackie Chan leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

The old man lit a magical candle that had come with it; its dim light dispelled some of the darkness and illuminated everyone's tired faces.

“The Holy Lord will definitely not let this go,” the old man said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “He will definitely use all his power to hunt us down.”

“What do we do now?” Tru asked, his massive body almost blocking the narrow tunnel entrance.

“We have to find other partners,” Jackie Chan said. “Bull Warrior, Parker, and… Sheriff Black might be fighting somewhere as well.”

“But,” Xiaoyu said worriedly, “this world is too big, and there are demons everywhere. How will we find them?”

“Bogan’s territory!” the old man suddenly said, a glint in his eyes. “Tru came from there! Perhaps…we can try our luck there first!”

Jackie Chan and Jade exchanged a glance and nodded.

Although dangerous, this is currently the only clue.

“Alright!” Jackie Chan stood up. “Let’s rest for a bit, replenish our energy, and then set off immediately! To Po-Gang’s territory to find Tru’s past!”

The group embarked on another arduous journey, their destination the rugged kingdom of mountain demons, a land of earth and rock. (End of Chapter)