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

Ximu's appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves.

His power was more solid and more terrifying than when he was under the bridge.

The black aura swirling around him was no longer merely a form of energy; it seemed to have come to life, transforming into countless twisted shadows that groveled and clawed behind him.

His pure black eyes burned with the flames of revenge and a greedy thirst for power.

He clearly took advantage of the time Xiaofeng was defeated to restore or even enhance his own power through some unknown means.

"Jackie Chan... you old bastard..." Xi Mu's voice was sharp and piercing, filled with resentment, "And you pesky insects! Today, none of you are getting away!"

He looked back with displeasure and saw Jackie Chan and his entourage.

These were the people who ruined his plans, forcing him to flee in a sorry state.

Now, it's time to get it all back, with interest!

So they decided to use the power of the wind to tear the group apart completely.

Although the Sky Demon's powers are primarily speed and flight, after merging with other dark forces, especially dark magic, Ximu also gained some ability to manipulate air currents.

He flapped his wings suddenly!
Woo——! ! !
A black hurricane, visible to the naked eye, appeared out of nowhere!
The hurricane was as black as ink, filled with countless twisted ghostly shadows and piercing shrieks, and swept towards Jackie Chan and his group with an aura of destruction!

This is not the pure wind power of Xiaofeng, but a dark storm mixed with black magic, which is more insidious and vicious!

Being caught in this storm will not only tear your body apart, but your soul will also be eroded and devoured by the black energy!
"Not good! Get out of the way!" The old man's expression changed drastically, and he was about to cast a defensive spell.

But before he could even use the airflow!
Jackie Chan has made his move!

He knew he couldn't let Ximu cast his spell successfully!

He unleashed the power of the dragon talisman he had just acquired without reservation!

"Roar--!!!"

A blazing, dazzling flame erupted from Jackie Chan's fist!

The flames were not ordinary red, but carried a sacred golden light, which was the ultimate manifestation of the explosive energy of the dragon talisman!
Without the slightest hesitation, he met the howling dark storm head-on and struck with a thunderous roar!
The fiery fist, imbued with pure explosive power, crashed into the dark hurricane like a golden dragon swimming upstream!

Rumble——! ! !
Golden flames clashed violently with the black storm!
Like fire and water clashing, they erupted with a deafening roar!

The intense heat and the cold air currents annihilated each other, producing a violent explosion!
A powerful shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact!
The ground cracked, and the surrounding rocks and building debris were instantly blown away and pulverized!
Jackie Chan was so shocked that he staggered backward, his blood churning, and his hand holding the dragon talisman went slightly numb.

The terrifying dark hurricane was also mostly shattered by this punch. Although it did not completely dissipate, its power was greatly reduced!

Take this opportunity!

Tru made a move!

He ignored Ximu in the sky and instantly channeled the power of the Rabbit Talisman onto himself!
His targets were the still-dazed Bull Warrior and Parker!
Swish!
Tru's massive body transformed into a blurry afterimage, moving at an extreme speed!
He appeared beside Bull Warrior and Parker as if by teleportation, and with a sweep of his huge arm, he tucked the two of them under his arm like chicks!

Then, he activated the power of the rabbit talisman again and rushed towards his father and Xiaoyu at the same astonishing speed!

"Trying to run?!" Ximu was furious when he saw his attack blocked and his prey trying to escape!
He was about to intercept again.

"Ximu! Don't forget our agreement!" A cold voice suddenly rang out.

The Holy Lord's figure appeared beside Ximu at some point. Although he couldn't directly attack, his words were full of threat.

Xi Mu paused, a hint of resentment and fear flashing in his eyes.

He knew that although the Holy Lord was currently possessed, he was not someone to be trifled with.

More importantly, it seems that they reached some kind of deal.

"Hmph!" Ximu snorted coldly, but ultimately did not stop Tru.

Tru successfully brought Bull Warrior and Parker back to Daddy and Jade.

After completing the rescue mission, Jackie Chan immediately withdrew and stopped getting entangled with Xi Mu.

The group retreated swiftly, using their father's protective magic and the residual speed of the rabbit talisman to disappear into the distant sandstorm. Only Ximu and Shengzhu remained, suspended in mid-air.

And... in the arena, the demon minions and human slaves were plunged into even greater chaos by the energy collision and the descent of darkness.

Xiaofeng, the once arrogant wind demon, is now crawling out of the ruins in a sorry state. Although the blue light net wrapped around his body has dimmed considerably, it still binds him.

He looked in the direction where Jackie Chan and his group had disappeared, then glanced at Ximu and Shenzhu in the sky, which exuded a terrifying aura. His eyes were filled with anger and... a trace of indescribable resentment.

"Damn it! Damn Jackie Chan! Damn old man! And... Ximu! Shendu!"

The wind howled and the storm raged.

A terrifying gale, centered on him, began to rage once again!
This time, it was no longer a cohesive storm, but a pure, chaotic, and destructive hurricane!

He needed to vent! He wanted to tear this land that had brought him shame to shreds!

The gale, like an invisible giant hand, tore at the earth, whipping up sand and stones everywhere!
Those dilapidated buildings were easily destroyed like building blocks!

On the ground, both demon minions and human slaves were swept up in the raging wind, letting out desperate screams, and were instantly torn to shreds!

The sky grew even darker, and the wind howled like the wails of vengeful ghosts, echoing throughout the entire territory!
A scene like the end of the world!

Seeing Xiaofeng, who ruled the European continent at the same time as him, enraged, Ximu, who was still bathing (using the gale to cleanse his body?), was attracted over.

He flapped his wings and slowly landed not far from Xiaofeng, a hint of amusement in his pure black eyes.

"Oh, isn't this our great Wind Demon?" Ximu sneered. "Why are you so angry? Did a few little bugs... provoke you?"

Xiao Feng whirled around, his blue eyes blazing with fury as he stared intently at Xi Mu: "It was you?! Why didn't you attack just now?!"

"Make a move?" Ximu feigned surprise and spread his paws. "Why should I make a move? That's your territory, your 'guest,' isn't it?"

"You!" Xiaofeng trembled with rage, but he knew that he was now bound by magic and was no match for Ximu.

The Holy Lord also floated over, a fake smile on his face: "Brother Xiaofeng, calm down. They're just a few mortals, let them go. The most important thing right now is to remove the shackles from your body, and then... let's go and accomplish something more important together."

Xiao Feng gasped for breath, barely suppressing his anger. He knew that neither the Holy Lord nor Ximu were good people, but he needed their help now.

"Hmph!" Xiaofeng snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Ximu looked at the furious Xiaofeng, then at the seemingly benevolent Holy Lord, a glint of barely perceptible shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He slowly landed on the ground and walked up to Xiaofeng.

“Alright, alright, for the sake of our compatriots,” Ximu stretched out his claws, black energy swirling around them, and gently touched the blue light net binding Xiaofeng. “I’ll lend you a hand.”

The black energy, like a venomous snake with life, rapidly eroded the positive energy on the light network.

Zila——!
The optical network emitted a piercing sound before finally collapsing completely.

Xiaofeng is finally free!
He stretched his body, feeling the wind power flowing smoothly again, and looked at Ximu and the Holy Lord with hostility.

"Speak," Xiaofeng's voice still carried anger, "What do you want from me?"

The Holy Lord stepped forward, a "sincere" smile on his face: "Brother Xiaofeng, we have come here naturally for..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Ximu's expression suddenly changed!
He suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction, his pure black eyes filled with shock and disbelief!

"Impossible!" Ximu screamed in disbelief. "The black aura mark I left in my lair... has been triggered! Someone has invaded my kingdom!"

He instantly realized what was happening.

It's that little girl! It must be her!
She didn't leave with Jackie Chan and the others! She went to her own hideout!

That damned thief! She tried to steal the "Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales"?!

Ximu could no longer care about Xiaofeng and the Holy Lord. With a sudden flap of his wings, he transformed into a thick black light and sped off towards the direction of his kingdom at top speed!

The Holy Lord and Xiaofeng exchanged bewildered glances as Ximu suddenly departed, their eyes filled with confusion. (End of Chapter)