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

Chapter 261 The Last Chance (Part 2)

India, Ganges River.

The red of the setting sun made the sky look like it was on fire.

The crimson clouds formed a giant dragon that stretched across several cities.

The dragon lowered its head slightly, looking at an altar more than ninety meters high in the dried-up Ganges River.

The altar was enveloped in an endless, filthy power, thick and dark, which seemed capable of corrupting people's minds and driving ordinary people mad just by looking at it.

At the top of this altar, an old man with lifeless eyes, completely corrupted by the power of filth, held something. The immense filth obliterated the last trace of his life.

This is true death; the soul, consciousness, body—everything is replaced by the power of filth.

He followed the prophecy of his lineage, and after the Riktajeba entered the Ganges, he used his own body to draw upon the accumulated filth over thousands of years in an attempt to destroy the demonic artifact one last time.

Beside the altar, two figures clad in armor floated in the void, a girl and an old man behind them, facing a colossal dragon that spanned several cities in the sky.

The size difference between the two sides was striking, but there was no fear in the eyes of the four people; instead, there was hatred and murderous intent.

This scene was captured by surrounding cameras, causing the continuously scrolling comments to stop for a moment.
Countless people looked up at the giant dragon in the sky, dumbfounded and trembling with fear.

Some Indians who were trying to find ways to insult Jackie Chan silently deleted their pun-based comments, swallowed hard, and began to pray to some ethereal god for protection.

As each extraordinary individual sensed the power of the flames, they silently concealed their aura.

Although I felt small when looking at the sky, it was still just a picture.

Now, only by facing the demons head-on do we realize what Jackie Chan and his team were really dealing with.

The worship, admiration, and even fear of Jackie Chan among countless extraordinary individuals continues to rise.

And in the space between the dragon's eyebrows.

A scarred man in a monk's robe stood with his hands behind his back, lifted into the air by the fiery clouds.

This is an anomaly of the fully realized Flame Authority.

Even without his true demonic form, the current Holy Lord still possesses the combat power of a demon wizard.

The Holy Lord silently looked down, feeling the hostile gazes and endless hatred, and said nothing more.

He simply raised his hand and then lowered it.

Ang~
A resounding dragon roar erupted.

In the sky, the head of a giant dragon of fiery clouds stretching over two thousand kilometers was set ablaze.

The flames instantly engulfed the dragon's body, dispelling the chill of the entire India and bringing the temperature back up from winter to summer, where it continued to rise.

The dragon slightly raised its head, and under the sudden solemn gazes of the old man and the others, it suddenly pressed down and charged towards the altar without regard for anything else.

These mortals attempted to destroy his weapons with the power of filth and water vapor.

He could already feel the wails and cries for help from his magical artifact.

The demonic artifact, crafted by the top blacksmith from the Earthly Realm using the finest weapons and imbued with his peak fire, flesh, and dragon scales, could no longer withstand the filth that had persisted for thousands of years and was beginning to break down.

The only good news was that fire could purify impurities, and he was confident that he could retrieve his weapon from this group's interception!

This is the source of his confidence for this month's preparations.

Below, Jackie Chan's gray domain spread out, and a massive protective force formed a huge semicircle, blocking the dragon's path.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of milky white light enveloped the gray area, instantly strengthening Jackie Chan's domain.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The old man's low murmurs summoned a massive amount of water vapor, which spread throughout the area. The water vapor combined with the power of winter, causing the city's scorching temperature to drop abruptly.

Tru gripped the hammer, his eyes fixed on the Holy Lord's mark on the dragon's brow.

His eyes were filled with hatred, and he roared, causing the colorful light from the two divine artifacts to soar into the sky.

Tru, gripping the great hammer, charged towards the Holy Lord and the dragon without hesitation.

His 400-pound body straightened, his head tilted back, and the two-meter-long sledgehammer was pulled back to its limit, stretching his body into a very curved crescent shape.

"Ahhhhh."

The hammer, radiating a raging inferno of multicolored light, crashed down upon the Holy Lord engulfed in flames, fueled by pent-up rage.

thump~
A dull thud suddenly rose over the entire sky above India.

Immediately afterward, the flames in the sky suddenly exploded, and a figure, spitting out blood, was sent flying backward, passing through the gray shield and falling downward.

Strands of blood dripped into the void, quickly vaporizing due to the high temperature.

The head of the fire dragon, stretching for thousands of miles, seemed to have been smashed and sank downwards.

But the next moment, the fire dragon quickly gathered, only its size had shrunk.

Ang~
In the massive shockwave.

The Holy Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with the dragon that seemed to have shrunk in size, he pressed down again, his eyes chillingly cold.

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

Fire dragons clash with the guardian realm.

The low incantation continued to propagate through the muffled sound waves.

The earth seemed to groan in pain as Tru landed, collapsing countless buildings.

The only good thing is that he had already rescued everyone in this area.

Even if this area is completely destroyed, no one will be harmed.

Endless smoke and dust spread throughout the city.

The protective and hopeful forces in the sky intertwined with the old man's incantations, and a massive amount of water vapor, along with the water vapor already present in the air, continued to rise, contending with the fire dragon.

The Holy Lord had prepared a giant dragon for a month, but it seemed there was absolutely no way to break through the combination of the two authorities, the old man, and the divine armor.

It is being worn down continuously.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The old man's body slowly flew in front of Jackie Chan, arriving at the very front of the gray and milky white interwoven domain, his eyes fixed on the cold-eyed Holy Lord.

This Holy Lord is the true form.

The Hell Gate magic of the Panku Box had indeed failed; he couldn't just seal the Holy Lord with any sword.

But it doesn't matter, his legacy contains a lot of research on hell, and his father can create a hell repatriation spell specifically for souls, which can pull the soul back to hell.

The Holy Lord, who was usually very cautious, for some reason, had no intention of running away this time. He didn't say a word, but the killing intent and hints of madness in his eyes were very obvious.

He looked down and seemed to see a pair of equally murderous eyes in the endless smoke and dust.

The Holy Lord, whose lips were still slightly red, suddenly smiled.

This body is still too weak to withstand the weapon of the gods, however...
The old man, whose incantation was nearing its end, felt a sudden unease; he sensed something was amiss.

He unleashed a powerful burst of magic from his hand.

I subconsciously turned my head to look down.

The smoke and dust below were exceptionally thick, and seemed to be made of the same material.
这 是
The old man's expression changed as he realized something.

"Oh no, Xiaoyu, watch out for those!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bright flame appeared in the city, followed by the instant ignition of the massive plume of smoke.

I don't know when it happened, but this area is now covered in wood dust!
And because of the impact just now, the wood dust scattered in the air has now come into contact with an open flame, some of it has been ignited, and then the fire element has surged.

In a remarkably scientific way, a dust explosion that covered several miles was created!

The raging flames propelled Tru out, his divine armor gleaming, protecting him from the immense fire. Uncle, Jade, and Jackie Chan had no time to react.

The enormous flames formed the claw of a dragon, which fiercely grasped at the altar, which was over ninety meters high and covered in black filth, on the Ganges River.

In an instant, the flames began to purify the filth.

The old man who had resolutely faced death atop the altar gradually lost and melted away the lingering silence and emotion in his eyes.

The filth on the entire altar turned to ashes in large swaths, just like the old man's body, struggling and drifting in the flames.

The old man's eyes were filled with unease and a little fear, and even a bit of self-blame.

He always said that magic should be used to fight magic.

However, they overlooked some simple common sense.

Or rather, he subconsciously disregarded common scientific knowledge.

The water element below had already been weakened because he had drained the moisture to fight the fire dragon.

The wood dust makes the wood element below exceptionally active, so that even a tiny spark of fire without magic will cause a violent explosion.

What's more, the one in the sky is the Lord of Fire!
The monarch controls all the flames in the world, and the explosions are naturally among them. With just a little guidance, the current situation has been created.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The old man tried to salvage the situation, and the water vapor that had been fighting the flames in the sky surged down again, rushing towards the dragon's claws.

Clang~ Roar~
But at this moment.

The sharpest sound of blades echoed throughout the area.

Flames, filth, and stench.

The unimaginable black flames instantly ignited the water vapor, making it instantly incredibly foul-smelling.

A jet-black, eight-meter-long, pitted and uneven crescent-shaped blade, its original golden dragon totem now black, trembled continuously as it slowly rose from the altar.

But on the altar, countless black, viscous threads were tightly wrapped around its hilt, corroding its body.

Clang clang clang~
Roar roar~
The knife seemed to possess a certain spirituality, or perhaps its owner's presence nearby was causing it to become increasingly agitated.

Each strike carried a peculiar flame imbued with filthy power, spreading outwards.

Everything that had been cut turned black, and the flowers, plants, and trees within withered rapidly; the earth was dying.

The air became incredibly thick and foul-smelling!
But as the surrounding fiery claws continued to exert force, these threads were breaking inch by inch, and it was only a matter of time before they were freed.

The old man's face grew even uglier. He turned his head and saw that the Holy Lord had already been hit by the return magic, but he was consuming the enormous fire dragon that stretched for thousands of miles, and there was also a noble aura that he had never felt before, as he was forcibly resisting the pull of hell.

The dragon's soul flickered within the bodies of other human beings.

It was clearly a tearing apart of the soul, but the Holy Lord's face showed no pain. He was just eerily calm, clenching his teeth and frantically gathering something.

This is his last chance, he knew that ever since this destiny appeared.

Destiny cannot tolerate a demon with authority above level five. If the demonic artifact is abandoned this time, it will be completely destroyed.

The next thing might be his other lost powers, or something that targets his powers.

For example, the physical essence of those animals, such as reducing his fiery temper, such as his treasure trove.

He could indeed endure it indefinitely, but without the knife, would he have to cut something every time fate intervened?
After he gradually relinquishes his power, will he still have a chance?

The Holy Lord thought that if the sword were gone, he might no longer have such resolute courage.

So, when a god wants to try fishing, he takes the bait, and he takes it with the utmost determination, to see if they can hold onto the rod!

The Holy Lord's eyes flickered slightly.

Below, Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with milky white, and the power of hope had merged into the flames below.

The enormous fiery claw was slowly melting away.

So, it really has come to this?
Perhaps there was no choice to begin with, wasn't there?
The Holy Lord raised his hand, and the blood-red color in his eyes gradually became ethereal, like blood-red flames, so hot that his physical body began to burn into nothingness.

Using a level-five authority, the human body simply cannot withstand it, or rather, even ordinary demon wizards cannot withstand this temperature, just like the demon dragon.

But isn't that why he stayed here?

hum~
A peculiar wave swept across the world.

The Holy Lord, who was wielding supreme power, noticed this and looked up at the void.

The one who holds the lever has appeared, using some false destiny to observe himself.

Ah.
Then you should take a good look at how the Fire Demon makes you reap what you sow!
Take a good look, why is God called Holy Lord!
The crimson light in the Holy Lord's eyes gradually spread, and the enormous flames around him slowly disappeared.

A fleeting aura that terrified the entire world stung everyone's senses.

The hope that was extinguishing the power below was suddenly startled. What was this?
A flame capable of burning away authority?
"Dad," Jackie Chan thought, a constant warning echoing in his mind—the most primal fear that living beings feel when facing death.

Jackie Chan, however, did not step aside. The power of the divine artifact and the power of the guardian authority surged even higher, and with immense power and resolute determination in his eyes, he charged toward the Holy Lord.

Behind him were Xiaoyu and his father, the people he valued most. Wasn't his thirst for power all for the purpose of protecting them?
The flames of the Holy Lord were gradually covered by the gray domain. The moment the domain touched the Holy Lord's body, Jackie Chan's longsword slashed down without hesitation.

Zheng~
The longsword sliced ​​through the void, across the Holy Lord's body, and slashed down the fiery dragon that was about to disappear.

Boom~
The Lord's soul, severed in two, emerged from his already burned body.

He looked behind Jackie Chan, and the silence in his eyes gradually eased.

Without his physical body and the immense power of the flames, his resistance had reached its limit. His soul was twisted, stretched, and rapidly retreated, disappearing into a scarlet rift that suddenly opened in the void.

Jackie Chan's solemn expression suddenly relaxed as the protective domain completely engulfed the flames.

at last
Holy Lord has finally gone to Hell.
Before Jackie Chan could even breathe a sigh of relief...

Then came his father's exclamation from behind: "Jackie Chan!"

Jackie Chan was startled.

Turn around.

Instantly, the dragon's claw below became incredibly hot, the flames rapidly expanded and turned blood red, before it clenched its fist.

Bear~
A surge of immense energy erupted instantly, and the crimson flames all converged within the eight-meter-long greatsword.

The sword seemed to have been sublimated; its black body slowly became dazzling and brilliant under the power of its handle.

Immediately following, the raging flames, accompanied by the clanging sound of the blade, gathered all the impure power on the blade and slashed towards Xiaoyu.

Jackie Chan's mind went blank. This area was already dying because of the sound of the blade earlier. If that blade landed, the level of corruption would destroy the city. This was far more serious than nuclear contamination.

Jackie Chan instantly appeared in front of Jade, his protective power surging forward.

Xiaoyu did the same thing.

The combined power of the two authorities formed a vast net that instantly suppressed the flames and filth.

Zheng~
Boom~
With a loud bang, Jackie Chan looked over and saw that Tru, who had just flown back, collided with the giant sword that had soared into the sky. The giant sword, which had become dazzling again, was blasted away, but the next moment, it turned into a wisp of flame and vaporized in the air.

All the flames were extinguished at that moment.

All that remained was the immense, corrupt power in the air, guarded and hoped to be captured.

The demon has vanished!

The old man closed his eyes and looked up.

A bright moon shone brightly in the sky.

After a long silence, the old man let out a sigh of relief: "Tru, go find the materials. We have to seal away this filth; we can't let it fall to the ground."

(End of this chapter)