Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Holy Lord's Brother!

Chapter 4 The Demon of Sand
Rumbling--

A loud thunderclap resounded through the sky.

Dark clouds slowly gathered in the sky, blocking out the light. Faintly, there seemed to be an invisible sense of oppression descending.

At this moment, all the demons left the palace and came to an extremely wide square.

There is a stone platform in the center of the square. The platform is extremely wide and made of hard magic steel stone. Five or six demons can stand on it without any problem.

Shentian was also under the stone platform, staring at the two figures on the platform.

Judging from the body shape, Zhu Shan's body shape is not smaller than the Holy Lord, and is even a little taller.

In the memories of the old gods, Zhu Shan was known as the Sand Demon, who controlled the power of sand and ruled a large area in northwestern Asia.

Logically speaking, even if the Holy Lord asked him to pay tribute of a large amount of magic crystals every year, he should not feel pressured.

After all, with the Holy Lord's shrewd calculations, he would not be foolish enough to suppress the demons in the territory in this way.

So Shentian speculated that one of the seven demons should be standing behind Zhu Shan.

Thinking of this, Shentian turned his gaze to Ximu standing beside him.

Feeling the gazes coming his way, Ximu shrugged and said, "Don't look at me. I really don't know why he suddenly wants to join my territory."

"You really didn't do it?" Shentian asked doubtfully. Ximu's personality certainly didn't seem like the type of person who would do such a thing.

Ximu said: "Expanding the territory is indeed very tempting to me, but the most I can do is to instigate the demons in the Holy Lord's territory."

"Even if I really said that they should challenge the Holy Lord, who here would actually agree?"

Shentian hesitated.

Then he nodded in approval.

Over the years, the first place in the Demon Festival has always been between the Holy Lord and Ximu. Even the newly promoted great demon is quite aware of the strength of the Holy Lord.

No one would challenge this primordial demon that has fought its way out from the chaotic era unless they really don't want to live.

"Could it be that group of human wizards?" Shentian murmured in a low voice, vaguely realizing something.

Ximu grabbed some bloody meat from the plate held by the human slave next to him and chewed it. "Why, have you guessed who did it?"

"It's hard to say, I just have a guess." Shen Tian said casually, and of course it was impossible for him to express his guess.

Ximu didn't ask any further questions.

The two of them turned their gaze back to the stone platform.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Holy Lord stretched out his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and with a loud bang, a palace in the distance suddenly exploded, and a cyan-gold dragon-tooth sword came through the air as if summoned.

The moment he grabbed the dragon tooth long sword, the Holy Lord stomped the tail of the sword fiercely on the stone platform. As an invisible air wave swept over, the indestructible magic steel stone actually shattered into several cracks.

The Holy Lord said hoarsely: "Zhu Shan, tell me, who asked you to do this!"

"Holy Lord, there is no one behind me. I simply cannot stand what you are doing."

Zhu Shan also clenched his right hand, and countless quicksands emerged from nothingness, condensing and interweaving into a heavy Xuanhua axe in his palm, filled with a strong smell of earth and stone.

The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes. "Interesting! It seems I've neglected the governance of the kingdom over the past few thousand years, leading you to become so conceited that you think you can seize my position."

"Hmph, Holy Lord, you've ruled for so long, it's time for someone else to take that position."

"So, you are fully prepared?"

“You’ll know if you try it!”

Zhu Shan said without giving in.

Although the two had not yet actually started fighting, a tense atmosphere had already quietly spread in the venue.

Things have come to this point. Today, only one demon is destined to walk down from the stone platform.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, carrying a dead leaf that swayed and fell between the two of them.

When the dead leaf touched the ground, Zhu Shan moved. He stepped on the ground, and the earth and rocks flew everywhere. His body turned into a shadow of quicksand and he instantly came in front of the Holy Lord.

He swung the heavy Xuanhua axe in his hand, showing no intention of holding back, to cut the Holy Lord in half!
This scene may seem fast to others, but in the eyes of the Holy Lord, he had already anticipated Zhu Shan's actions the moment he took action.

Therefore, when the axe was about to chop down, the Holy Lord dodged sideways, reached out and grabbed Zhu Shan's right hand holding the axe and pressed it to the ground.

bang,
Zhu Shan was pressed into the stone platform, and the magic steel stone cracked in large areas.

But before the Holy Lord could take any further action, a wisp of yellow sand floated out of Zhu Shan's body.

The yellow sand quickly entangled in the air, twisted into a steel needle, and suddenly shot towards the Holy Lord.

Caught off guard,

The steel needle hit the Holy Lord's chest!
Even though the Holy Lord condensed dragon scales in time at the point where the steel needle landed, the needle still penetrated deeply into the body, spilling a line of bright red blood.

The next second, the Zhushan in the Holy Lord's hand suddenly collapsed into a pile of yellow sand. Strands of yellow sand began to entangle, forming hundreds of sand needles.

"Is this the Incarnation Spell?" the Holy Lord asked in surprise.

Hundreds of sand needles were spinning wildly at this time, making a buzzing sound.

Just as he was about to stab out, the Saint Lord spoke, and exhaled a scorching dragon breath.

woohoo-

The terrifying dragon breath devoured everything in front of it.

Under the extreme temperature of the dragon's breath, the sand needles formed by the sand could not even last for a moment before they melted into pools of magma and fell to the ground.

The Holy Lord stood up, pulled out the sand needle from his chest, and looked gloomily in a certain direction.

In a corner of the stone platform, yellow sand emerged again and gradually condensed into the figure of Zhu Shan.

And this is Zhu Shan’s true self.

"Holy Lord, you're truly useless. You couldn't even figure out such a simple incarnation spell," Zhu Shan taunted. "If you ask me, you'd better just give up your position!"

But just as Zhu Shan finished speaking, a familiar hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him: "Really? Why do I feel like you can't sit still?"

There was a chill in the voice.

However, the injured Holy Lord in front of him turned into a ball of orange flame, just like his own sand incarnation, and was blown away by the wind.

Zhu Shan suddenly felt a chill on his spine. Without any hesitation, he raised the Xuanhua heavy axe and chopped it hard behind him.

clang!
There was a clear sound of metal collision.

Amid the incredulous gazes of the demons, the Holy Lord calmly raised his left hand and easily grasped the axe blade in his palm.

The turquoise dragon scales covering the palm completely offset the damage from the axe blade.

"You are not qualified to covet my position!" said the Holy Lord. He exerted force with his five fingers and the axe blade broke apart immediately.

Finally, with the sound of a "bang" explosion, in front of Zhu Shan's horrified eyes, his magic weapon suddenly exploded, and countless fragments flew in all directions.

"How can I. Ugh."

As fragments flew, Zhu Shan spoke subconsciously, but the Holy Lord's right hand suddenly pressed on his face.

Immediately afterwards, strands of fire as thin as silk threads emerged from the holy body and spread towards the right hand.

When all the anger gathered to a certain limit, with a loud "boom", Zhu Shan, who was picked up by the Holy Lord with one hand, was instantly ignited by the flames!
(End of this chapter)