Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 172 Hell's Second Brother
While the evil god was studying fear.

"No~"

A roar of defiance brought hell back to life.

One monarch after another gathered.

But they did not mock Di Kui; instead, they simply looked at the now-broken Di Kui.

Lacking authority over the land and of low status, aside from the immortality of his soul and his frail body, he was nothing like the former ruler of the earth.

How could you have done this?

The one who spoke was Zhong Su, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

Both the Chinese and Soviet Union had families, and the devil naturally loved their families as well.

Even the Behemoth from the Sino-Soviet Union was among the top-tier of all demonic creatures.

Even with his retinue, he couldn't achieve the level of the Earthly Lord. They could do their best to save their retinue, but they wouldn't use their own source power to save them.

Basha and Xiaofeng also had complicated feelings in their eyes.

Clearly, the demons in hell are keeping a close eye on everything that's happening outside.

At this moment, a projection appeared in Hell, but upon seeing the Sino-Soviet alliance, the projection did not hesitate at all and immediately cut off the communication.

After all, even a fool could guess what this guy wanted to say.

He wasn't in the mood to be scolded; if he really wanted to kill China and the Soviet Union, he'd still be called petty.

"A fraudster!"

Sure enough, Sino-Soviet conflict broke out, but just as I was about to hurl a few insults, a giant toad appeared before my eyes.

However, the howling wind could not suppress the Sino-Soviet conflict.

The only one with a slight lead in strength is Zhou Lan; the demons below Zhou Lan are actually all about the same.

Therefore, Zhong Su ignored Xiao Feng and tried to contact the Holy Lord with violent intent, but the Holy Lord had already blocked his contact.

"Damn it, damn it, damn that fraudster! How dare he refuse to answer my call? He must want to go back to hell! We had an agreement."

The ferocity in Zhong Su's crimson eyes intensified, and he reached out to touch the restrictions on the Holy Lord, sending him back to hell to suffer.

boom!
But the next moment, the wind was compressed to its limit, and a gas cannon shot hit Zhong Su, instantly plunging him into the depths of hell.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hellish landscape changed color, and immense wind pressure instantly formed. Countless wind blades shredded all the rocks in this area and blasted them into the bottom of hell.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Xiao Feng's tone also became somewhat out of control. Now Xi Mu no longer contacts Hell, Zhou Lan has disappeared, the Holy Lord is still outside, and Di Kui is crippled.

The entire hell was desolate, yet even in this state, these younger brothers and sisters still schemed against each other and tripped each other up.

It was alright because of the cursed blue.

What now?
He was like a peacemaker for the devils, appeasing one after another, persuading on one side while using subtle tricks to maintain balance on the other.

He lived cautiously, he just wanted everyone to get out, he just wanted the era of demons to return.

Does having ideals mean you deserve to suffer and be subservient?
boom!
Thunder rumbled from the depths of hell.

It seems that China and the Soviet Union still intend to resist.

A long-suppressed ferocity and arrogance suddenly appeared in Xiaofeng's scarlet eyes.

He was like a gas cylinder that had been suppressed for a long time, finally being ignited by an open flame.

Xiaofeng silently gazed down at the bottom of hell.

The wind in the entire hell stopped.

A bolt of lightning shot up from the depths of hell, roaring angrily as it hurtled towards Xiaofeng.

But the next moment, a strong sense of crisis made Thunder stop less than a kilometer below Howling Wind.

Zhong Su's somewhat disheveled figure was revealed. Looking up at Xiao Feng's fierce gaze, the anger in his eyes cleared up a little.

His injuries were healing rapidly, and the power of the lightning was rampant, but it had lost its edge.

Finally, Zhong Su snorted and casually pulled, and a huge rock outside the area where the battle had just taken place was grabbed by Lei Ting.

Zhong and Su sat cross-legged on top and looked at Di Kui again.

At first, they just wanted to come and see Di Kui, since the situation outside was indeed very strange.

The successive appearances of divine power have also plunged the demons of hell into unease.

Of course, neither China nor the Soviet Union believed he was wrong. The Holy Lord was a fraud, and the Demon Lord had the right to kill him. Once he was out, he would make the Holy Lord a slave, keeping him forever trapped in that filthy and fragile body, eternally humiliated by him.

Xiao Feng silently stared at Zhong Su for a long time. Seeing that the guy had behaved himself, the intense killing intent he felt finally subsided a little.

He looked at Di Kui and calmly asked, "How are you feeling, Di Kui?"

Di Kui sat on a large rock, having avoided the areas where other demons were when Xiao Feng bombarded Zhong Su.

Di Kui was no longer frustrated; he simply scratched his head and said, "It's fine, as long as Isha is still here."

Xiaofeng nodded.

He looked at Zhong Su and said calmly, "Your grudges with the Holy Lord can be discussed after all eight doors are closed."

"Ah."

Zhong and Su gave a cold laugh and did not reply.

Xiaofeng paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "Everyone, disperse."

boom!
After a massive bolt of lightning, the Sino-Soviet alliance vanished.

"Sigh~ What's the point of talking to this brute? Xiaofeng, if you have anything to say, you can come to me."

Xiaofeng turned to look at Basha.

This beautiful snake has passed its violent phase and has calmed down a lot now.

The gates of the Holy Lord can indeed allow a demon to pass through.

Now it's a matter of who can grab the door.

However, Bazaar felt that she still had a very good chance of winning.

After all, neither Bogang Dikui is good at speed.

Ximu is not here.

Both Xiaofeng and Zhongsu have their own doors, and if the next door is the Holy Lord's door, it will definitely be hers.

If not, it doesn't matter. Given the current situation, the newcomer will most likely either die or be maimed, and ultimately it will still belong to her.

the most important is.

Even in the worst-case scenario, it would still be a fair competition among the three demons, and she now needs to understand the situation outside.

Xiaofeng glanced at her, thought for a moment, and then raised his hand.

The vision of the Lord appeared in Hell.

The Holy Lord's blocking is certainly very targeted; other brothers and sisters can still contact him.

"What? That guy isn't stupid enough to let me go?"

The Holy Lord chuckled and asked, "He has prepared everything. Now, sending him back to hell is no different from simply releasing him."
Of course, the Holy Lord no longer wants to argue with China and the Soviet Union. It's not that he's magnanimous or anything, but rather that he has also noticed something unusual.

The devil has little room for trial and error to begin with, so it was quite good for China and the Soviet Union to use him as a stepping stone.

“I’ve already talked to him, Shen Du. Tell me again what happened earlier. I have a feeling something’s not right.”

"Of course that's not right. According to the current situation, those damned gods seem to still be around. Their divine artifacts have all appeared. There are four divine artifacts with that Destiny now."

The Holy Lord's eyes were filled with gloom. Those immortal gods were also seriously injured back then, of course, not as badly as the demons. He just didn't know where those guys were hiding.

It actually managed to escape the grasp of balance.
"It's obvious, too deliberate."

Xiaofeng sighed, "Unfortunately, the situation outside has already become quite tense."

“Then let’s go against this trend!” Basha chimed in.

But he was immediately retorted: "You can't even curse Lan, but you can?"

Basha glared angrily at the Holy Lord, but she didn't erupt in the face of the lingering killing intent in Xiaofeng's eyes; she simply remained silent.

Xiao Feng looked at the Holy Lord and said coldly, "Shen Du, that's enough. What kind of situation is this? Do you really think I can't stop you from returning to Hell?"

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, but did not refute it.

After a long while, just as the Holy Lord was about to say something...

hum~
The aura of the Panku Treasure Box pierced through the void.

The Holy Lord sensed the aura, his eyes filled with displeasure: "Damn it."

Boom~
A bolt of lightning rapidly approached.
(End of this chapter)