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

Chapter 185 Do you want power?
"Ahhhhh."

A hysterical roar ripped through the battlefield in the direction the evil god was watching.

Dead cities stretch for thousands of miles.

Extreme anger brought an excess of adrenaline, which unleashed the ultimate power of the Divine Armor.

Jackie Chan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at a newly appeared demon.

The speed has been pushed to its limit.

He stomped the ground hard, cracking the earth. The immense recoil propelled him into a streak of light, faster than electricity, and he arrived before the Demon Lord.

He raised both hands high, the divine weapon in his hands creaking under his grip, and with immense power and extreme speed, he swung it upwards.

Zheng~
Its immense power even made both China and the Soviet Union feel a strong sense of crisis.

boom!
Thunder falls.

The greatsword slashed through.

Everything in the world froze at that moment.

The next moment, Jackie Chan charged into the clouds, accompanied by a bolt of lightning.

thump~
A dull thud resounded, and in an instant, the thunderclouds above the city burst open, the glow of the setting sun illuminating the shattered city below.

"Go to hell!"

Jackie Chan roared hysterically.

He chased the demon for a full five minutes. During those five minutes, the demon destroyed thirteen cities, partially destroyed dozens of cities, and affected more than three hundred cities.

It seemed that his control over killing mortals was becoming more and more precise, and he couldn't even keep up with the speed at which the tyrannical demons slaughtered.

The entire state of California has been utterly devastated.

The cries of countless people and their fear fueled Jackie Chan's rage.

This also brought Jackie Chan's power to its peak.

At that moment, he had only one thought: to kill the demon.

"Ahhhhh."

Jackie Chan recklessly exploited the power of the artifact, and a vast yet peaceful power within him was being frantically absorbed by the armor and the two-handed sword.

Sometime during this time, strands of white hair appeared on his head.

But he paid no attention to it.

At the moment when the demon was pressed down to a height of ten thousand meters.

Zheng~
The sharpness of the divine weapon finally sliced ​​through the demon's armor.

Jackie Chan instantly slashed through the demon's body and rushed past it.

"Humph~"

A muffled groan, filled with pain, rang out.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jackie Chan could see that the seven-meter-tall demon had been neatly sliced ​​open from its left waist to its right shoulder, with pale golden blood splattering across the sky.

His hippopotamus-like face was contorted with pain as the power of the artifact relentlessly eroded his body.

There was no joy in Jackie Chan's eyes, only naked murderous intent.

However, he could feel that he was extremely exhausted, and even the god's longsword had been thrown away and disappeared.

His body continued to rise into the air due to inertia, and finally, at an altitude of 30,000 meters, his momentum weakened and he began to fall.

Jackie Chan's eyes searched everywhere for his target. He needed to see the demon to feel at ease, and he had to kill the demon with his own hands to avenge tens of millions of people.

The demons had only been here for less than twenty minutes!
There wasn't even enough time to eat a meal, yet so much damage has been caused.

He tried to control his body, struggling to adjust his position to minimize the resistance of the fall.

He even tried to harness the power of his armor.

Wisps of white light faintly appeared, and the greatsword that had been thrown from his hand quickly flew back.

But the once vibrant flowers now show signs of withering.

That was, after all, a demon lord. The armor he wore was personally crafted by Di Kui at his peak, and was even stronger than a divine artifact.

The divine power required to shatter armor and cleave a demon lord in half is unimaginable.

Jackie Chan didn't care about any of that. He tried to control his body and slowly locked onto the demon's location.

Jackie Chan's heart sank. If it could really lock onto the target, it meant that the demon was still alive!

He adjusted his descent position and quickly descended towards the ground. 20,000 meters, 15,000 meters, 12,000 meters, 8,000 meters.

When they were only 5,000 meters above the ground, Jackie Chan's murderous gaze locked onto a certain direction.

There, two blue bodies were also in free fall, golden blood constantly scattering, and the neat cuts were filled with divine power, preventing the demon from healing.

Jackie Chan tightened his grip on the longsword, forcibly mobilized his exhausted body, and controlled the power of the armor, flying forward with an unskilled flying posture.

Before they could even get close, an old man appeared not far away.

Jackie Chan's eyes lit up slightly. His father was here! The devil was finished!

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

A chilling incantation echoed through the air.

The sound of castanets continued to ring out.

The sky darkened completely at this moment, seemingly signifying the utter fall of the past.

However, before the sound of the castanets could even spread...

Boom~
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, hitting the two halves of the body.

The demon lord, who was originally in freefall, suddenly stopped.

The cleared thunderclouds instantly filled the sky.

Zhong Su slowly regained control of his body. His body healed rapidly amidst the lightning, and fleshy buds continuously reconnected to the severed parts of his body. The power of the gods was completely cleansed at this moment.

His body was instantly pieced back together at that moment.

Zhong Su's face was full of rage. He had never been so embarrassed when he fought against the immortal god. Now, he was actually dismembered by a mortal.

This is simply unforgivable.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

A vast amount of righteous energy is gathering.

China and the Soviet Union suddenly turned around, and yet another one appeared!
Damn gods, damn humans!
The castanets emitted a green glow and rushed over instantly.

"Ah!"

Zhong Su sneered, and lightning struck down fiercely, instantly obliterating the lightning demon.

Immediately afterwards, thunder roared in the distance.

The Thunder Lord's tyrannical voice lingered, seemingly a mockery of destiny: "Too slow! Those I want to kill, even the gods cannot save!"

The light in Jackie Chan's eyes quickly dimmed.

A sense of despair filled his heart.

Despite giving it my all, I still felt so powerless in the face of the demon.
The little strength he had managed to gather quickly dissipated, and he began to fall freely again.

The old man's figure flickered, grabbed Jackie Chan, and disappeared instantly.

When they reappeared, they were on the rooftop of a building in the city below.

Looking at Jackie Chan, the old man felt a pang of heartache. His once spirited nephew was now filled with exhaustion and frustration, and even had some gray hairs on his head.

The old man closed his eyes and said, "Ah Long, stay here and rest. Leave the rest to your father."

He laid Jackie Chan flat on the rooftop, then disappeared instantly while holding a castanets.

Jackie Chan was breathing heavily, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes to his temples.

He tried to control his exhausted body, but it was completely out of his control.

How could this be? How could he be so strong?
A little mucus accumulated in the nasal cavity, on the top of the dilapidated building in this broken city.

Jackie Chan, who has always been very strong and determined to be a role model for Jade, gradually choked up.

His vision blurred as he gazed at the sky shrouded in dark clouds. How could a person feel so powerless?
A crimson flash appeared, and he tried to raise his hand, as if to see the crimson figure clearly, but he was too weak to even raise his hand.

He became increasingly desperate.

He thought of many things: his former colleagues, Xiaoyu's parents with whom he had a relatively harmonious relationship, and Xiaoyu's increasingly sorrowful state—all of these things flashed through his mind, and it seemed that they were all about to perish at the hands of the Demon Lord.
Just when he was at his most desperate.

He saw the red figure, clutching something golden, slowly approaching.

A tall, blurry figure bent slightly and asked softly:

Do you want power?

"It only requires a tiny, insignificant payment."

(End of this chapter)